Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 48: Not Happy? Go Score a 744 Then

Lunch was over a little after one. Walter Winslow and the older generation started playing Chinese chess, while Holly Winslow, who hadn’t done any homework all morning and still had a lot left, went up to her bedroom to get it done.

Mortimer Quincy was beside her, watching her write. Ahem, and so was Wyatt Winslow, who was mooching off the Wi-Fi to get some work done.

The bedroom was quiet, the only sounds being the clacking of a keyboard and the scratching of a pen on paper.

Suddenly, two sharp taps echoed on the desk. "Holly," came the young man’s serious voice, "if vector a is parallel to vector b, then the product of vector a and vector b is ±|vector a| * |vector b|, or x1/x2 = y1/y2."

"Do it again, and do it right. Don’t just jump into solving it. You have to read the question carefully."

"Get it wrong again, and you’ll copy the formula twenty times."

Holly was speechless. "..."

’Is this Mortimer Quincy guy addicted to handing out copying punishments?’

She rubbed her nose and mumbled, "Got it."

Hearing her being scolded, Wyatt Winslow pressed his lips together, his gaze sweeping over Mortimer Quincy for a moment.

Under Mortimer Quincy’s watchful eye, Holly did the problem again. Mortimer shook his head. "Wrong. I can tell the answer is wrong just by looking at it."

Holly was speechless. "..."

’Scholar Quincy, give me a break! What do you even mean you can tell it’s wrong just by looking?’

’I spent a good seven or eight minutes on that!’

Mortimer Quincy pushed up his sleeves, took the pen from her hand, and began to work out the solution. Holly was still a bit lost after his first explanation, so he patiently went through it a second time. "Understand now? Wifey, with these kinds of problems, you have to read the question carefully. If you misread it, your entire line of thinking will be wrong."

Wyatt Winslow had stopped typing at that moment, which made Mortimer forget his future father-in-law was still in the room.

Hearing the word "Wifey," Holly poked the back of his hand with her index finger, signaling for him to look behind them.

Mortimer Quincy met the dark, intense gaze of his future father-in-law. "..."

Wyatt Winslow stared at him, several thoughts flashing through his mind. After a few seconds, he said gravely, "You’re not married. Don’t use such terms lightly. You’ll ruin Holly’s reputation."

Mortimer Quincy tried to act nonchalant, wanting to offer a slight explanation. The two words "Uncle Winslow" were on the tip of his tongue, but what came out instead was, "Dad..."

’I have a strong suspicion,’ he thought, ’that Wyatt Winslow’s impression of me is even worse than it was in my last life.’

Meeting his pleading gaze, Holly could only offer silence. "..."

She thought she might be able to salvage the situation. "Dad, my husband, he..." Her voice immediately trailed off.

Seeing Wyatt Winslow’s face grow even darker, she shot Mortimer Quincy an awkward look.

’I’ve only made things worse.’

...

Holly had tutoring the next day, so after dinner, Wyatt Winslow got ready to drive her home.

Just then, the Quincy family announced they were leaving too. Seeing her granddaughter secretly waving goodbye to the Quincy’s grandson, Joan Sawyer smiled and suddenly called out to Wyatt Winslow. "Dex, why don’t you stay here for another night? Your father and I miss you. Since Holly has tutoring, we won’t keep her. She can ride back with Moira and his family."

"I have to get back. There’s work to do at the factory," Wyatt Winslow refused with a frown.

"The factory won’t collapse if you’re gone for one night."

Walter Winslow shot his son a glare, then turned to Carl Quincy. "Rocco, we’ll have to trouble you with Holly, then."

Carl Quincy waved a dismissive hand. "It’s no trouble. In fact, why don’t you let Holly stay at our house tonight? She and Moira can go to tutoring together in the morning."

"Then we’ll thank you for that," Walter Winslow agreed with an easy nod. Seeing that Wyatt was about to object again, he gave him a sharp tug.

Under Wyatt Winslow’s intense stare, Holly awkwardly climbed into the passenger seat of the Quincy family’s car. "Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, bye-bye!"

Once the car was far down the road, Walter Winslow turned to his long-faced son and lectured him with the air of a modern man. "What do you know about the younger generation’s business? It’s perfectly normal for them to be dating."

"Dad, Holly is still in school," Wyatt Winslow said, his tone heavy with anger.

"What does dating have to do with studying? That Moira kid isn’t the type to do anything out of line."

Walter Winslow gave Wyatt a look like he was an old fuddy-duddy. "That kid Moira scored a 744 on his exam. If you’re so unhappy with him, why don’t you go and score a 744?"

"If you can manage to score a 744, I won’t interfere in Holly’s business one bit."

Wyatt Winslow fell silent. He couldn’t do that.

"Dad, you can’t judge a person’s character by their test scores!"

"Oh, so scoring a thirty or forty makes you a better person? I’m going to bed. I can’t be bothered talking to an old fossil like you. You’re just being prejudiced," Walter Winslow added, shooting him another glare.

Afraid the father and son would start a real fight, Joan Sawyer quickly jumped in. "Dex, the Quincys are a family of scholars. They have even stricter principles than we do. They wouldn’t do anything improper. You saw it yourself today—that boy, Moira, spent more than ten minutes peeling shrimp for Holly. A boy like that can’t be a bad choice."

"Years ago, your father and I didn’t approve of your relationship, and now you...唉, we both regret it. So don’t interfere in Holly’s life. Just let things run their course."

With the conversation now about him, Wyatt Winslow pursed his lips. "I don’t disapprove. It’s just... they’re still young. One careless misstep could ruin their futures."

...

「Inside the car」

Holly Winslow received a text message. It was a shopping promotion for Singles’ Day. "Want to stop being single? Buy from XX brand, home delivery! You’ll be the next one to find love!"

It was only then she realized that tomorrow was Singles’ Day, which meant a lot of people would be confessing their feelings tonight.

She excitedly scrolled through her social media feed. Just a minute before, Beau Sullivan had posted a picture of himself with the belle of the neighboring class. The caption read: "No Singles’ Day for me. Eat your heart out, Jennings the Dog!"

She liked the post.

Then she came across a post from Iris Kensington. It was a photo of two shadows. Holly left a one-word comment: "Jealous."

A few seconds later, a call came in from Iris Kensington. "Holly, Chris Chaucer and I kissed!"

The phone’s earpiece wasn’t very private, and everyone else in the car heard every word.

Holly hadn’t expected her to blurt that out. Realizing what had happened, she frantically hung up and shot a guilty glance toward the back seat.

Mortimer Quincy’s grandparents just smiled at her, as if to say she shouldn’t be nervous. They were very open-minded.

"..."

’You really couldn’t find a more easygoing family of in-laws than the Quincys,’ she thought.

She turned back around and opened her "Little Fairies" group chat: "Ellie, my boyfriend and his grandparents heard what you just said."

Iris Kensington: ...

Anna Willow: What? Tell me everything, tell me everything!

Holly was about to type a reply when another call came in. She quickly lowered the volume before answering. "Hello?"

"Holly, it’s me." A boy’s stuttering voice came from the other end.

Holly had a good idea what this was about and shot a guilty look at Mortimer Quincy. "Xavier Jennings? Is something wrong?"

Hearing the name Xavier Jennings, Mortimer, who was driving, slowed the car. He reached over and took Holly’s phone. On the other end, the boy was still stammering, "Holly, I... li..."

Mortimer raised an eyebrow. "Holly’s doing homework. What is it?"

The line went quiet for a moment. "N-nothing."

The call disconnected.

Meeting Scholar Quincy’s death glare, Holly nervously rubbed her nose. She was about to pick up her phone again when she heard Mortimer’s voice. "Feeling idle? Recite ’On the Six States.’"

Holly: "..."

’Jealousy makes Scholar Quincy so ugly,’ she thought.

...

The Quincy family was rich—no joke. Their villa, located on the outskirts of the county, was twice the size of Mortimer’s house.

Every time Holly saw it, she felt like she’d stepped onto the set of a television drama.

Mortimer’s grandmother had a maid prepare a guest room, then warmly welcomed Holly. "Holly, dear, don’t be so formal. Treat this place like your own home. From now on, whenever you’re free, just come over with Moira and hang out."

Holly nodded obediently.

The two elders didn’t exchange many more words before using sleep as an excuse to head upstairs.