Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 181: Admissions Teachers Fighting Over Students

Holly Winslow: "..."

She secretly waved at Mortimer Quincy, then went inside under Wyatt Winslow’s watchful gaze.

Meeting his future father-in-law’s eyes, Mortimer Quincy was speechless. "..."

He gave a nervous cough. "Uncle Winslow, I’ll be going now."

"Wait a minute." Wyatt Winslow pursed his lips, went inside, and quickly came back out carrying something. He handed it to Mortimer. "Go on home."

Just then, Holly Winslow poked her head out the door and explained on her father’s behalf, saying with a giggle, "It’s a graduation present from my dad. Quick, thank Dad." After saying that, she pulled her head back in.

The way the girl’s head popped in and out was like a whack-a-mole.

Though she was much cuter than a mole.

Mortimer couldn’t help but smile. He went along with Holly Winslow’s words and said, "Thanks, Dad."

"..."

"Ahem, Uncle Winslow, I’ll really be going now."

Eavesdropping by the door, Holly Winslow covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. ’If Scholar Quincy has a few more slips of the tongue like that, he’s going to end up on Wyatt Winslow’s blacklist,’ she thought.

A few seconds later, meeting Wyatt Winslow’s gaze, she rubbed her nose and changed the subject. "Dad, are Grandpa and Grandma asleep?"

"Yes. Do you want to eat?"

Wyatt Winslow looked at his beaming daughter, a bit of a headache coming on. He had no idea how to lecture her. ’A girl has to have self-respect and self-esteem.’

’It’s not like the old days anymore. Boys these days...’

Holly Winslow shook her head. "Dad, I’ve already eaten."

「 」

Every day, Mortimer Quincy watched his "wife" post all sorts of things on her social media. He tapped on a picture of a family of four, zooming in on the girl’s smiling, crescent-shaped eyes.

He glanced at his sofa, raised an eyebrow, and took a picture of himself being a "homebody," sending it to Holly Winslow.

There was no reply for a long time. Figuring she was busy having fun, he sent another message: Teacher Winslow, your husband asked me to pass on a message. He said if you don’t come back soon, he’s going to "starve" to death at home.

A reply came back quickly: Quincy the Puppy, are you that bored?

He: I’m going crazy thinking about you.

Holly Winslow: ...

I think your brain is the one going crazy.

Being told off, Mortimer Quincy couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, earning him a glance from Andre Quincy and Brooke Jarvis, who were nearby.

Andre Quincy suddenly remembered something. He put down the financial newspaper in his hands and said, "Your aunt mentioned that Harrow University abroad is quite famous for its law program. With your scores, you should be able to get in."

"Do you want to go? If you do, I can ask someone to make arrangements."

Mortimer Quincy shook his head. "I’ll stay in the country. And I don’t plan on choosing law."

Brooke Jarvis and Andre Quincy exchanged a look, both a little surprised. When Mortimer Quincy was very young, he had always said he wanted to be an impartial lawyer.

He had been studying legal matters for years.

Andre Quincy didn’t show much emotion. He thought for a moment. "What major do you want to choose?"

Perhaps afraid he was acting rashly because of his youth, he added, "Moira, your mother and I won’t interfere with your choice, but you need to think it through."

"You know, you can only succeed at something if you see it through from start to finish. You can’t accomplish anything if you’re indecisive."

Mortimer Quincy put down his phone. "I’ll choose a major in the finance field. The financial sector has had good prospects these past few years."

A few years later, Andre Quincy’s health would decline. It was later discovered that he was suffering from overwork, which had caused problems with his liver.

At first, they hid it from Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy. It was only discovered because Holly came home once without announcing it beforehand and found out that Andre Quincy was in the hospital.

Andre Quincy and Brooke Jarvis were both intelligent people; they understood his meaning. Logically, since Mortimer Quincy was their only child, he would eventually have to inherit the family company.

Andre Quincy shook his head, gratified. "Your mother and I are still young. You should just go and do what you love."

"While you’re young, you should go out and see the world with Holly."

Brooke Jarvis knew how tiring it was to manage a company. Their family was in real estate, which sometimes meant having to spend time on construction sites. For a young person, that was indeed not ideal.

Mortimer Quincy didn’t explain anything further. "I know what I’m doing."

Hearing him say that, Andre Quincy and Brooke Jarvis didn’t press the matter.

「 」

Holly Winslow returned the night before the exam scores were released. The next day, she was woken up by her phone ringing on the bedside table.

It was an unknown number.

She answered with a yawn. A voice speaking standard Mandarin came from the other end. "Hello, is this student Holly Winslow? I’m a teacher from Queensbridge University. I was wondering if you had any interest in applying to our school..."

After a long spiel, he added, "Would you have time to meet this afternoon? I can come pick you up."

Holly Winslow had never experienced this kind of "student poaching" before, but she had heard about it. She’d heard from Zeke Zane that when Mortimer Quincy got his scores, recruitment teachers from many schools had surrounded his house.

’Thinking about it that way, I must have done pretty well on my exams.’ "Teacher, that’s alright. I already have a school I want to apply to."

The teacher on the other end continued to tempt her. "That’s alright, just come take a look at our campus first. The benefits are great, and all the male students look like movie stars. Finding a boyfriend here would be no problem at all."

Holly Winslow: "..."

"Teacher, I have a boyfriend. But thank you."

After hanging up, she let out a long sigh of relief. Then she heard Wyatt Winslow’s voice, seemingly saying something like, "That’s not necessary, I respect my child’s choice..."

’It must be the recruitment teachers calling.’

In less than an hour, more than a dozen schools had called. Wyatt Winslow turned his phone off directly, and Holly Winslow set her phone to block calls from unknown numbers.

Then those people started sending text messages.

"..."

She tried calling Mortimer Quincy, but the line was constantly busy.

"..."

Later, Anna Willow and Iris Kensington asked her to go to Jarton Second High with them to check their scores. Julian Carlton also called to ask for her exam admission ticket number and password.

He planned to check her scores first as soon as they were released.

Meanwhile, Mortimer Quincy, annoyed by the incessant calls, borrowed Mercy Willow’s phone to call Holly Winslow, but couldn’t get through.

"..."

He sent a text message: It’s me. Heading to Jarton Second High?

Holly Winslow quickly realized who it was: On my way. What about you? Did you go?

Mortimer Quincy: Not planning to. I’m coming to find you.

Holly Winslow: I’ll wait for you at the school gate.

Mortimer Quincy changed his clothes and headed out. Unsurprisingly, he was surrounded. A middle-aged man in a short-sleeved white shirt and glasses said, "Student Mortimer Quincy, I’m a teacher from Queensbridge University. Are you interested in applying to our school? Our campus environment is great, the food is delicious, and the girls are as beautiful as goddesses."

"Come to our school, and you’re guaranteed to find a girlfriend."

Mortimer Quincy stopped, looked at him, and said seriously, "I already have a girlfriend, and she’s very beautiful."

The teacher: "..."

’His approach is a little unorthodox,’ the teacher thought.

He was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered and said, "Our school offers scholarships, hundreds of thousands of yuan. Absolutely enough to buy a marital home."

"Already have one." With that, Mortimer Quincy strode away.

The teacher left behind was crestfallen. A moment later, he took a call. The person on the other end asked, "Did you succeed?"

"No luck. The students are hard to recruit this year. The old tricks aren’t working. This student has a girlfriend. I don’t know who she is or what she scored, but if she did well, getting them both to our school would probably be a lot easier," said the teacher in the white shirt.

The person on the phone replied, "Same here. This girl said she has a boyfriend. If their scores are similar, getting them as a pair would be perfect."

"Anyway, I’m planning to make a house call to talk to the girl’s parents. You should hurry up too. The recruitment teachers from Branton University will be here soon."