Chapter 259: Chapter 269: Quincy the Puppy, I’ll Pinch Your Lips into Sausages

"I’ve decided."

Chloe Hollis nodded without hesitation. "I want to major in foreign languages," she added. "I’ll work as a translator after graduation."

The young woman’s smile was full of hope for the future—clean and pure.

"Translation is a good field. The job market is strong, so it won’t be hard to find work if you study well."

Holly Winslow looked at her and said half-jokingly, "You won’t give up halfway this time, will you?"

Chloe Hollis smiled, a little embarrassed, and shook her head firmly. "I won’t."

"Today, I saw a lot of people in our class crying. It made me suddenly understand what you told me: the harder you work, the less you’ll have to regret."

Seeing that Chloe had truly grasped this, Holly Winslow smiled sincerely and held out her hand. "Then shall we pinky-promise?"

Chloe Hollis looked at her for a few seconds before linking her pinky. "Okay. Pinky-promise, cross my heart, hope to die. I, Chloe Hollis, will definitely study hard."

After that, they chatted about other things. Chloe talked about a trip she took with her friends, and Holly Winslow listened, offering advice from time to time.

When Mortimer Quincy arrived to pick her up, the two hadn’t finished eating yet. Chloe Hollis saw him first, stood up a bit shyly, and called out, "Grandmaster."

Hearing "Grandmaster" again, Holly Winslow didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Mortimer Quincy nodded calmly. "Congratulations." Then he sat down next to her.

Holly Winslow passed him a bowl and chopsticks, then opened the menu to order. "What do you want to eat?"

"What else are you having?" Mortimer Quincy’s meaning was clear: he would eat whatever his wife was eating.

Holly Winslow scoffed quietly, then ordered Mortimer Quincy’s favorite dishes. After handing the menu back to the server, she happened to meet Chloe Hollis’s gaze. "What is it?"

Chloe Hollis just shook her head with a smile, looking very happy.

After dinner, they drove Chloe Hollis home first. When they got downstairs from the Hollis family’s apartment, Chloe suddenly whispered something to Holly Winslow: "Ms. Summers, a moment ago, your eyes were only for your Grandmaster."

"Bye, Ms. Summers! Bye, Grandmaster!"

Mortimer Quincy raised a curious eyebrow. "Honey, what were you two whispering about just now?"

"None of your business. It’s a woman’s secret."

Holly Winslow glanced at her handsome husband in his white shirt and answered Chloe’s statement in her head.

’Because your Grandmaster is just too handsome.’

"Is my wife looking at me so wantonly because she wants a kiss?" Mortimer Quincy naturally caught her gaze, leaned over, and lifted his chin, inviting her to kiss him.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Do you want a slap across the face?’

She pinched his lips. "Next time you lean in like that, I’ll pinch your lips into sausages."

That scoundrel Mortimer Quincy wasn’t scared at all. Instead, he said with a grin, "If anyone asks what happened, I’ll just say my wife kissed me until my lips swelled up."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She gave him an English phrase with a look of "disgust." "Mild on the outside but wild on the inside."

...

The night before her interview, Holly Winslow tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She ruthlessly shook Mortimer Quincy awake. "Honey, quiz me."

Mortimer Quincy glanced down at his wide-open collar, rubbed his messy hair with a wry smile, and then looked at Holly Winslow seriously. "I don’t know how to ’quiz,’ I only know how to ’do’."

"Is my wife sure she wants to ’do’ it?"

Holly Winslow understood instantly. "..."

She pulled the thin blanket over herself, curling into a ball. "I’m going to sleep."

Her nervousness had been completely dispelled by that scoundrel Mortimer Quincy, and she fell asleep in no time.

Listening to her light breathing, Mortimer Quincy whispered, "You heartless little thing." Then he gently pulled her into his arms.

...

The interview was at nine, but Holly Winslow arrived at eight-thirty. A lot of people were already there, all looking over their materials.

Perhaps she had already gotten all her nervousness out of her system, because now Holly Winslow wasn’t nervous at all.

She looked at Mortimer Quincy. "You should get to work."

"I’ll wait for you."

Mortimer Quincy brandished his phone and raised an eyebrow. "Already took the day off."

Though Holly Winslow was happy inside, she just huffed, "Taking another day off? I’m docking your allowance next month."

She had a bit more experience than the others, so while her interview wasn’t perfect, it was quite solid.

When the interview was over, she felt that there probably wouldn’t be any major issues.

And indeed, there weren’t. She passed the interview with a high score, just like the written exam. By the time she received her qualification certificate, the end of her junior year’s second semester was approaching.

Mortimer Quincy’s company, considering their situation, gave them special permission to not come to work. The two of them holed up at home to study, and a study session would last the entire day.

Holly Winslow’s back ached from sitting, so she habitually lay down with her head on Mortimer Quincy’s lap. She had probably been studying for too long and couldn’t focus anymore.

She tried to force herself to concentrate, but she needed to recite a line or two of classical Chinese to wake up her brain. "Alas, how high, how perilous! The roads to Shu are harder to climb than the path to the blue sky!"

She suddenly burst out with a magnificent line of classical Chinese. Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He was amused, his eyes lowered as he said with a grin, "Hmm? You want to copy classical texts again?"

"I’m not as perverted as you," Holly Winslow huffed.

Mortimer Quincy raised his eyebrows. "Perverted? How so? Why don’t you demonstrate, honey?"

Holly Winslow wasn’t about to fall for his trick. She ignored him and went back to her book.

The night before the exam, at around four in the morning, Holly Winslow’s phone kept vibrating.

Both she and Mortimer Quincy were woken up by it.

She picked up her phone to look. It was a message from her dorm’s group chat. Serena Shaw: Someone, help~ I’m about to die.

Simone Quincy: You’re not alone. Autumn and I are both struggling. Holly is probably the only one sleeping soundly.

Autumn Underwood: Every time finals come around, I’m so jealous of Holly. The top student never has to pull all-nighters.

Serena Shaw: Hehe, maybe Holly isn’t asleep yet. She’s probably busy ’hehe-ing’.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She glanced at the time. It was already four-thirty. ’Hehe-ing?’

’No normal person would be doing that.’

A large hand pulled the phone from her grasp, turned it off directly, and then wrapped around her. A sleepy, deep voice said, "Go to sleep."

Holly Winslow naturally snuggled against his chest. Mortimer Quincy stroked the back of her head and chuckled, "Little kitten."

The day after the exams finished, Holly Winslow treated Robin Roland and Yara Nolan to a meal. Robin Roland would bring her things every so often—very homey, everyday items.

When bean sprouts were cheap, she’d weigh out a pound or two for her. When she made fried crispy pork at home, she’d bring some over for them. She even knitted a pair of woolen slippers for both her and Mortimer Quincy.

They ate at a hot pot restaurant not far from the Roland family’s home. Yara Nolan had grown a lot since starting university and was now about 5’10". He had swapped his old black-framed glasses for silver ones.

After greeting each other, they all sat down. As they were chatting, Holly Winslow casually asked what Yara Nolan was planning to do for the summer break.

Yara Nolan thought for a moment. "Find a summer job."

Holly Winslow nodded. "Summer jobs are hard to find."

She suddenly remembered something. A few days ago, Wyatt Winslow had mentioned he was hiring people for planning and things like that, which was exactly what Yara Nolan was studying.

"Young Yancy, I know of a job. It’s at a factory in our county town, hiring for a planner position. You could give it a try."

"I can go for an interview." Yara Nolan thought for a moment and nodded.

Robin Roland was a little emotional with gratitude. "Holly, thank you again. I’m not very educated, so I can’t help Young Yancy much. We really have to thank you and Miles for everything."

"Aunt Roland, if you say ’thank you’ one more time, we’re going to leave, you know," Holly Winslow said with a grin.

Robin Roland laughed. "Then I won’t say it, I won’t say it. Eat up, you all eat more. It’s Aunt Roland’s treat."