Chapter 252: Chapter 262: Holly Winslow Is Pregnant?

In just one afternoon, all of Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow’s university certificates and grades were dug up and posted online.

Netizens were completely convinced. Anyone who had wanted to call them try-hard geniuses couldn’t possibly tell such blatant lies when faced with that mountain of certificates.

Holly looked at the news on her phone. They had even dug up her middle school photos, her embarrassing grades, and even the mortifying story of her failing to long jump more than 0.8 meters in gym class.

"..."

Someone commented below: I think I need a genius boyfriend to save my GPA.

A lot of people agreed.

She huffed. ’Ignorant netizens.’ She turned to Mortimer, who was happily scrolling beside her, and muttered defensively, "Quincy the Puppy, I didn’t rely on you at all."

"Of course you didn’t." Mortimer patted her head reassuringly.

Holly’s hard work really didn’t have much to do with him. He knew better than anyone how much effort she had put in.

A few minutes later, another post shot to the top of the trending list.

Hello everyone, this is Mortimer Quincy. Thank you all for your attention and well wishes.

One thing I want to emphasize: My wife is amazing. Even more amazing than me.

Netizens could feel the sickeningly sweet PDA even through their screens, and they all chimed in with comments.

You’re both amazing. I’m the one who’s not.

Nice flex. A truly godly flex.

...

Holly couldn’t help but grin when she saw it. Then, she cupped his head with both hands, gave him a loud SMOOCH, and said with a beaming smile, "Good job, honey."

Seeing her bobbing her head cutely, Mortimer chuckled. He copied her action, planting a firm SMOOCH on her. "Honey, I need a few more praises. That wasn’t enough."

Holly: "..."

She turned to look at the clock on the wall. It was already five in the afternoon. "We can go make a reservation now. What should we eat? Hot pot? Or roasted duck?"

Before Mortimer could answer, she added, "Let’s just do hot pot. Anna said she was craving it a couple of days ago."

Then, she asked for his opinion as a formality, "What do you think?"

"The money’s with my wife, so my opinion is clearly not important." Mortimer pinched her cheek and added, "And for tonight, I think that what my wife thinks... is right. Isn’t it?"

Holly: "..."

’That shameless Quincy the Puppy.’

...

Between six and seven, everyone had arrived. There was Anna Willow and her date, Cynthia Owens and hers, Mortimer’s three roommates, and Holly’s three roommates.

They filled a large table perfectly.

Xavier Jennings was the first to raise his glass to Mortimer. "Mortimer, our goal today is crystal clear. We’re going to get you drunk."

Henry Gardner and Spencer Shaw nodded in agreement, while Pantheon clapped. "Yes, yes, yes! Count me in."

Zeke Zane gave him a look like he was an idiot. ’You fool. Get a clue. You’re trying to marry Mortimer’s second cousin, and you’re still cheering him on? You’ll be the one crying "yes, yes, yes" later.’

Mortimer gave Pantheon a cool glance, already making a mental note. If Pantheon knew the miserable fate that awaited him, he’d probably be worshiping Mortimer like a god right now.

Mortimer then looked away and said with immense pride, "I already handed my salary over to my wife. I don’t have any money for drinks. You want to drink? Fine, you’re paying."

It was the first time they’d been invited to a meal where they had to pay for the drinks themselves. Zeke Zane and the others: "..."

The sheer amount of PDA was suffocating.

They were already full.

Xavier Jennings downed his glass, then dramatically rubbed his stomach. "I’m full. I’m heading out first, you guys catch up."

Spencer Shaw stood up with him. "Count me in. I’m already full before the meal’s even started. If I eat anymore, I’ll probably burst."

Anna Willow and Holly burst out laughing, collapsing against each other.

Holly couldn’t help but say, "Eat all the food you want, but go easy on the drinks."

She glanced at Mortimer and added, "I can’t carry him."

"Sis, why bother carrying him? Just dump him on the side of the road. He’ll find his way home when he sobers up," Xavier said with a laugh.

He didn’t expect his karma to come so quickly.

After the jokes, everyone started eating. With talkative guys like Pantheon around, the atmosphere never got dull. They stopped trying to make Mortimer drink and started playing drinking games amongst themselves.

Pantheon, being from a different department and dorm, was getting "ganged up on" by Xavier and the other two roommates. But Pantheon had a cheat code—Cynthia Owens—so he rarely lost.

The group got incredibly rowdy. Good thing they were in a private room, or they would’ve gotten complaints.

Holly glanced at her second cousin, suddenly remembering how in her past life, she had asked her what kind of guys she liked.

Her second cousin had said mature and self-disciplined.

Never mind self-disciplined, the Pantheon of today was the complete opposite of mature, yet her second cousin was with him.

’Love is truly a strange thing.’

’Just like me. When Mortimer was younger, I wasn’t his ideal type.’

Her second cousin had told her that Mortimer liked the intelligent and sensible type.

She was self-aware enough to know she was neither intelligent nor sensible. She was a bit better now, but when they first got together, she was overly dramatic and unreasonable.

At first, Mortimer tried to reason with her. Later, he probably came to understand the creature known as "woman." If she said he was wrong, he was wrong. He absolutely would not argue with her.

Mortimer noticed her gaze lingering on Pantheon. He leaned in close and said in a low voice, "Keep looking and I’ll kiss you."

"..." Holly jabbed him with her elbow, signaling him to behave himself in public.

Pantheon saw this and teased, "Whoa, domestic abuse right in front of us! Sis, give him a couple more. Make him understand his place in the family."

"His status in the family is too high. I wouldn’t dare," Holly lied with a sweet smile.

Pantheon let out an "Ooh!" and said, "Come on, sis, don’t try to save face for him. We all know he’s totally whipped..."

He had barely finished his sentence when Cynthia Owens, sitting next to him, said, "Talk less, eat more." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He immediately shut his mouth.

Zeke Zane gloated, "Another henpecked one."

"Pot, meet kettle. We’re all the same," Pantheon retorted, dishing it right back.

Zeke Zane: "..."

After dinner, Zeke Zane brought out the birthday cake he had prepared for Mortimer. "Mortimer, starting today, you’re officially 22. The guys and I wish you a happy birthday..."

Before he could finish, Mortimer cut him off, "You mean happy marriage."

Zeke Zane and the others: ...

’Who doesn’t know you got married? The whole university knows!’

’Fuck!’

’It’s one thing to get married, but you have to rub it in our faces? Show some consideration for the rest of us!’

Howard Gardner had drunk a bottle of beer and was probably the type who flushes easily. His cheeks looked like he’d put on blush, which was a bit comical. "Everyone knows you’re married! Can you please stop shoving your PDA down our throats? Any more and we’ll really die from it."

Mortimer replied coolly, "Sorry about that."

"It’s a habit."

Howard Gardner: "..."

Under the table, Holly tugged on Mortimer’s sleeve, signaling him to tone it down. ’If they gang up on him later, I’m making a run for it.’

If Mortimer knew what was going through her head, he would’ve "bitten" her a few times.

Zeke Zane continued, "Happy marriage to you both."

Anna Willow led the applause. "May you have a baby soon! Whoo-hoo-hoo!"

Holly: "..."

Mortimer raised an eyebrow, very pleased. "Thank you."

The whole table erupted in cheers. Pantheon shouted, "Hope you have twins!"

Holly’s face turned red. "I’m going to the restroom."

Dinner finished around nine or ten. Xavier and a few of the others were a bit drunk. Holly saw them swaying as they walked, especially Xavier.

She said worriedly, "Mortimer, go help him."

Mortimer said coolly, "Just dump him on the side of the road. He’ll find his way back when he sobers up."

Holly: ...

Xavier Jennings: ...

He waved his hands at Holly. "Sis, it’s fine. We don’t want to sleep on the side of the road."

Holly: ...