Chapter 250: Chapter 260: Getting the Marriage Certificate

Holly Winslow knew what he was asking: Did she still regret choosing to study?

She didn’t regret it anymore.

Regardless of what the future held for her work or personal life, she didn’t regret it anymore. She had already worked hard during the youth she used to regret.

She had worked hard to study, worked hard to get into university, and worked hard to live.

In truth, effort itself is youth—a vibrant, thriving, and ambitious youth.

She said seriously, "I don’t regret it anymore."

The ceiling light wasn’t overwhelmingly bright, but it illuminated the entire bedroom.

She pointed at the ceiling light with a grin. "I, Holly Winslow, will definitely shine brightly in the near future, and my husband, Mortimer Quincy, will shine brightly too."

Hearing "shine brightly" twice, Mortimer Quincy chuckled. "What are we, a string of twinkling Christmas lights?"

"What’s wrong with Christmas lights? Are you looking down on them?" Holly Winslow poked his chest.

Mortimer Quincy smiled and took her hand. "My little Christmas light, could you grab me one of your face masks?"

’This guy is so wasteful with face masks,’ she thought. ’He uses one every day, while I only use one every three days. Our spending on face masks has doubled.’

Her eyes widened slightly. "You just used one yesterday."

"And what about that thousand I gave you?"

The head of the household sat up to face him, ready to settle the accounts.

Before he could say a word, she rattled on, "You didn’t buy anything with it, so where’s the money?"

Getting grilled about money by his wife would make most men feel like they were facing a mortal enemy, but Mortimer Quincy just laughed and explained with a hint of grievance, "It wasn’t enough. They wouldn’t sell it to me."

"Not enough? What were you buying, gold?"

Holly Winslow’s eyes widened slightly, then she added, "I’ll go buy it for you tomorrow."

This was exactly what Mortimer Quincy wanted. He nodded eagerly. "So, honey, can I have one?"

"No." Holly Winslow glanced at his ridiculously perfect skin and snorted.

"If you won’t give it to me, I’ll just take it myself."

"Then go find it. If you can..."

Before Holly Winslow could finish, someone shamelessly snatched the mask right off her face and stuck it onto his own.

"..."

She pounced on him to get it back. "Quincy the Puppy, give it back!"

Mortimer Quincy leaned back, the collar of his shirt stretching as Holly Winslow pulled at him. He laughed, "Honey, you’re going to ruin my shirt."

"I don’t care if it’s ruined. Serves you right for wearing one." Holly Winslow clambered onto him with all her strength.

In the next second, their positions were reversed. Their eyes met, and a smirk played on Mortimer Quincy’s lips. He reached out and placed the face mask on the nightstand.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her, his hands beginning to remove their clothes.

...

The alarm went off at 7:30, and Holly Winslow was ready to get up and do her makeup. In her past life, her marriage certificate photo had always been a sore spot for her.

It was so ugly.

Even Anna Willow and Iris Kensington couldn’t bring themselves to lie and say it looked good.

Only that rascal Mortimer Quincy thought it was incredibly beautiful. He claimed it was her best photo and even had a hundred copies printed.

If he hadn’t been afraid she’d rip them all up, he probably would have plastered them all over the walls.

She had just started to move when a large hand wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her in place. Then, someone’s head snuggled into the crook of her neck, a low, husky voice laced with sleepiness murmuring, "Honey, it’s still early. Let’s sleep a little longer."

His warm breath tickled her neck, and Holly Winslow couldn’t help but flinch. She patted his hand. "You can sleep. I’m getting up to wash my hair and do my makeup."

They both had class at nine and had no intention of skipping just to get their marriage license.

That kind of impulse was for young people, not for "old folks" like them who had been married for over a decade.

"No."

The certain someone kissed her neck, his hands starting to roam. As he moved, he added, "My wife is already beautiful. If you put on makeup, I won’t be good enough for you."

"Besides, a little ’exercise’ is more effective than makeup."

Holly Winslow had been preening at the first half of his sentence, but when she heard the second half, her face fell. "..."

’Like hell it’s more effective,’ she thought. ’This kind of "exercise" is what gave me dark circles in the first place.’

She ruthlessly interrupted his "good time." "Quincy the Puppy, get off me if you don’t want to die."

’Can’t provoke my wife today,’ he thought. ’After all, I still have to ’ask’ her to marry me. Once we’re married, I can take my time.’

’No, I’ll take my time *doing* it.’

Mortimer Quincy obediently retracted his hands. When she got up, he got up too, grabbed his pajamas from the side, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

There were leftovers from last night, so he just needed to heat them up.

With nothing better to do, he called out while stirring the food, "Honey." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Hm?"

"Honey."

"Hm?"

"Honey."

"Shut up."

Holly Winslow shut the bathroom door, clearly not wanting to hear his incessant, flirty calls anymore.

...

To look fairer on camera, Holly Winslow wore a light blue long dress with a short, white, thin-knit cardigan over it.

Her long, black, wavy hair was draped over her shoulders, complemented by a touch of light, tasteful makeup.

At a glance, she looked gentle and beautiful, possessing an intellectual air, likely from her time as a teacher.

True beauty is not just skin deep.

Guys are actually really into that type of look.

The moment she entered the lecture hall, the entire class let out an astonished "Whoa!"

That collective "Whoa!" made Holly Winslow a little embarrassed. She quickly clutched her books and sat down next to Simone Quincy.

Autumn Underwood leaned over with a grin. "Holly, you’re finally dressing up! Glad to see that pretty face isn’t going to waste."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She used to love dressing up when she was younger. But after becoming a teacher, she prioritized comfort and efficiency in her clothing choices.

"Autumn, I’m giving you one chance to rephrase that."

Autumn Underwood quickly backtracked with a sweet smile, "Holly looks good in anything she wears."

Simone Quincy sized her up for a few moments, then asked curiously, "Holly, where are you off to today?"

A girl definitely wouldn’t get all dressed up for no reason.

Holly Winslow opened her book. "To get a certificate."

Simone Quincy’s first reaction was that she had passed another exam, and Autumn Underwood thought the same.

Simone Quincy said with envy, "What certificate is it this time? Holly, you’re not leaving any path for the rest of us to survive."

"A marriage certificate." Holly Winslow tilted her head and gave a sweet smile.

Simone Quincy and Autumn Underwood: "..."

’Holy shit!’ they both thought at the same time.

A marriage certificate!!

Simone Quincy snapped out of it, her shocked voice anything but quiet. "Holly, you’re getting a marriage certificate?"

Serena Shaw, who was sitting on the end with Nathan Chaney, quickly leaned over. "Marriage?"

Since it was almost time for class to start, the lecture hall was already quiet, so most of the students heard. Just then, the professor walked in and happened to overhear. She pushed up her glasses and glanced in Holly Winslow’s direction.

She stepped up to the podium, spoke into the microphone, and said, "Congratulations, Holly Winslow." She smiled and added, "From now on, the School of Mathematics and the School of Finance are in-laws."

The whole class went "Whoa!" again, then started clapping and cheering, "Wedding candy!"

"Wedding candy!"

"Wedding candy!"

This wasn’t her first time getting married, but Holly Winslow still blushed under the circumstances.

...

After class, the two met up between their respective buildings, ready to take a taxi to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate.

On their way off campus, they ran into Zeke Zane and Pantheon. The two walked over, and Pantheon jutted out his chin. "Mortimer, let’s have lunch together. A few of us are celebrating your birthday."

Mortimer Quincy, in a very good mood, refused them coolly. "I’m busy."

"Don’t you have any more classes?"

Zeke Zane was confused for a moment, then he glanced at Holly Winslow and instantly understood. ’They’re off to have some time to themselves.’ He tutted twice. "Ditching your bros for a girl. Forrest, looks like it’s just the two of us today."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow and suddenly said, "We’re getting our marriage license today. I’ll treat you all to dinner tonight."

He made sure to put extra emphasis on "getting our marriage license."