Chapter 274: Chapter 284: Where’s the Secret Stash?

Holly Winslow heard everything, and the corner of her mouth twitched. ’They’re so good at getting the gist of gossip, why can’t they do the same for their studies?’

’If they were my students, I’d make them all write out English essays as punishment.’

It slowly dawned on the three boys, and they all glanced over. The one in the white t-shirt scratched his head. "I was wondering why that name sounded so familiar. So, she’s *that* Holly Winslow."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’What do you mean, *that* Holly Winslow?’

Then, the boy who had just spoken added in surprise, "She looks way too young. I thought she was only seventeen or eighteen. I can’t believe she’s in her twenties."

Holly Winslow was floored by the last part of his sentence. "..."

’What do you mean, you can’t believe I’m in my twenties?’

’Is being in your twenties that old?’

’Teacher Winslow, calm down. Don’t get angry at these little bean sprouts.’

After class, Mortimer Quincy saw his wife pouting with an unhappy look on her face. He took her bookbag, then gently stroked her head and asked tentatively, "Did someone give you a hard time?"

"As if. I’m a good student."

Holly Winslow flashed her teeth at him, then shot a glare at the "little bean sprouts" walking away up ahead, looking like she wanted to teach them a lesson. "Those little bean sprouts said I’m old. They clearly don’t have enough homework."

Her last sentence made Mortimer Quincy crack up, but when he met his wife’s death glare, he quickly tried to placate her. "It’s fine. Other things are small."

The words had barely left his mouth when Holly Winslow thumped him twice. She bristled furiously. "You’re the big one! You and your big head!"

A bristling wife is a lot like a cat with its hackles raised—both fierce and adorable.

Asking for a kiss.

Asking for a hug.

Asking for... it.

"I’m big, my head is big, I’m big all over."

Mortimer Quincy just went along with it, which made Holly Winslow’s eyes widen even more. He gave an innocent shrug and added, "Honey, was I wrong?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She retorted with a fierce grin, "If you ask me, you’re small all over."

...

The bristling Holly was instantly pacified the moment she got home and saw two new handbags. "Honey, did you really buy these for me?"

These two bags had been sitting in her shopping cart for over a month. Combined, they cost nearly ten thousand.

She had been agonizing over which one to buy. After all, she wasn’t made of money; she couldn’t just drop thousands, or even ten thousand, without feeling the sting.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. ’With bags, I’m ’Honey.’ Without bags, I’m ’Quincy the Puppy.’ My wife has some serious double standards.’

After gently stroking the handbags, Holly Winslow suddenly reached out and patted down Mortimer Quincy’s pants pockets, first the left, then the right. She "interrogated" him, "Where’s your secret stash?"

’Where did this guy get so much money? He’s supposed to hand it all over to the ’national treasury,’ so how could he still afford to buy bags? This doesn’t add up.’

Looking like the perfect husband, Mortimer Quincy stood up to let her search him, saying with a grin, "Honey, search carefully. It might be under my clothes. Go on, have a feel."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Perv!’

She wasn’t falling for it and swiftly pulled her hands back.

Mortimer Quincy put on a disappointed expression. "Giving up? I might have tens of thousands hidden under my clothes."

"On that scrawny body of yours? You’d be lucky to hide a few hundred, let alone tens of thousands," Holly Winslow said with a smiling "Hmph."

Seeing that his wife wasn’t taking the bait, Mortimer Quincy stopped teasing her. He sat back down languidly and explained, "Dad paid for one of the bags."

Holly Winslow froze for a second, then broke into a wide grin. "No wonder this bag looks more and more beautiful the longer I look at it! It’s because Dad bought it for me."

Mortimer Quincy’s eyebrows shot up, a little miffed. "Oh? So the one I bought isn’t beautiful?"

"It’s not as beautiful as the one Dad bought anyway. The one Dad bought is the most beautiful."

Holly Winslow blinked, then picked up both bags and headed to the bedroom, where she carefully placed them in the wardrobe.

The wardrobe wasn’t very big and was already full, so she had to shove Mortimer Quincy’s clothes aside to make room.

Mortimer Quincy leaned against the doorframe, watching her fuss over her precious bags while his own clothes were being shoved into a corner. "Honey, that suit cost me thirty-eight hundred, and it’s a hundred every time I get it pressed."

Despite his words, there was a smile in his voice.

In her past life, Anna Willow had been right about one thing: Holly Winslow’s personality was a direct result of being spoiled rotten by Mortimer Quincy.

"I’ll press it for you," Holly Winslow said, completely unabashed.

Mortimer Quincy gave a "reluctant" nod. "Fine. But I’ll have to charge some interest. One kiss." He then bent down, beckoning her for a kiss.

They were probably so busy talking that neither of them noticed Wyatt Winslow come in.

Holly Winslow glanced behind him and patted Mortimer Quincy’s arm as a warning. "Dad."

That fool Mortimer Quincy thought she was playing along. He let out a low chuckle. "Honey, trying to bluff me? It’s not even six yet."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Stifling a laugh, she pointed behind him. "Go on, look. See if you don’t get the shock of your life."

Curious to see what trick she was playing, Mortimer Quincy obliged and turned his head, only to meet his father-in-law’s stern gaze. "..."

His languid posture immediately snapped straight. He said respectfully, "Dad."

Wyatt Winslow withdrew his gaze, grunted an "Mm," and then turned and walked away.

The sight was apparently an eyesore.

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

Seeing him standing there so prim and proper, Holly Winslow let out a wicked laugh. She patted his chest smugly. "Flirty Quincy, if you walk dark roads at night, you’re bound to meet a ghost. Learned your lesson, huh?"

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

...

Since Mortimer Quincy’s parents weren’t home, Wyatt Winslow took them, along with Robin Roland and her son, out for hot pot.

There was very little conversation during the meal. Wyatt Winslow wasn’t one for talking, and Mortimer, that guy, also tended to be quiet when they were out.

Holly Winslow and Robin Roland would exchange a few words now and then, so the atmosphere was reasonably pleasant.

When it was time to pay the bill, Mortimer Quincy pulled out his phone to pay, but Wyatt Winslow also took out his phone and said, "Save it."

’Save that little bit of money you have.’

Mortimer Quincy got the message. "..."

Holly Winslow, who was standing beside them, laughed openly. She then squeezed between the two men and handed three hundred to the server. "Cash."

"I’ll pay." Wyatt Winslow felt that since the two were still students and didn’t have jobs, they should spend as little as possible.

"Dad, I have money. Mortimer Quincy just handed over his salary."

Holly Winslow grinned and patted her pocket, then told the server, "Please take this."

The server also found cash more convenient, so they accepted Holly Winslow’s payment.

After leaving the restaurant, Wyatt Winslow’s group first dropped Robin Roland and Yara Nolan home. On the way, Holly Winslow remembered something. She linked her arm through Robin Roland’s and said, "Aunt Roland, why don’t you come over for dinner the day after tomorrow? I’ll cook for you."

The day after tomorrow was Wyatt Winslow’s forty-sixth birthday.

Robin Roland assumed it was just a casual dinner and didn’t want to trouble Holly Winslow. "Oh, don’t worry about it. You have classes. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll buy the ingredients and cook on that day."

"Lately, I’ve been handing out flyers at the school right before classes let out. It’s much easier then; I can finish in an hour. The day before yesterday, a few people even went with me to sign up at the agency, and they said they’re giving me a two-hundred-yuan reward."

"I should be able to get it tomorrow. I’ll buy some clams to stir-fry with green peppers then."

Holly Winslow smiled and shook her head. "I’m taking the day off."

"What for?" Hearing her say that, Robin Roland could tell she had something planned.

Holly Winslow glanced at Wyatt Winslow and said with a grin, "It’s my dad’s birthday. It’ll be more lively if we have a simple meal together."

Actually, she kind of wanted to set Robin Roland and Wyatt Winslow up, but she wasn’t going to force it.

’She’d leave it up to fate.’

"A birthday?"

Robin Roland subconsciously glanced at Wyatt Winslow. She smiled and added, "Okay, in that case, I’ll come over early to help."

...

「The next day, the 18th, was the day of the Class Eight high school reunion.」

First thing in the morning, Holly Winslow was up showering and washing her hair. Then she searched her wardrobe for an outfit, and once she’d found one, she started on her makeup.