Wyatt Winslow loved playing chess more than anything, but he never had ti for it.
In truth, Holly only knew that her father loved chess; she never knew why.
It was because she used to crowd around him, shouting in her sweet, childish voice, "Daddy, Daddy, you’re so amazing!"
"Daddy, you’re the best in the whole neighborhood."
"Daddy, teach ! I want to play too."
Wyatt Winslow didn’t refuse. Holly Winslow grinned, pulled out so money, and placed it in front of Wyatt. "Five yuan a ga. Co on, Dad. I’ll cover you. Quincy the Puppy, you’re on your own."
Mortir Quincy shot her a glance and pulled so change from his pocket, placing it in front of him.
In his past life, Mortir Quincy had specifically learned to play chess to win his father-in-law’s affection.
But he was truly no match for Wyatt Winslow.
He lost seven or eight gas in a row until all his pocket money was gone.
He looked at Holly, cleared his throat with an "AHEM," and said innocently, "Holly, could you maybe give next month’s allowance in advance?"
The mont he said that, Wyatt Winslow glanced at Holly Winslow.
Holly Winslow: "..."
’That son of a bitch, Mortir Quincy.’
’He’s doing this on purpose.’
’Him, short on allowance? He has ten thousand yuan stashed away in a wine box!’
Wyatt Winslow looked at Mortir Quincy and suddenly said, "It’s getting late. Let’s get to bed."
He didn’t ask if Mortir should be heading ho, clearly having accepted him staying there.
He had approved of him as his son-in-law.
...
Mortir Quincy was finally in his wife’s bed. He beckoned to Holly Winslow. "Wifey, co on over."
He looked like a top courtesan in a brothel beckoning a custor.
Holly Winslow waved a hand, a look of disdain on her face. "Can’t afford you."
"You haven’t even co over yet, so how could you not afford it?" Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow.
Holly Winslow: "..."
"It’s still early. I can get a practice test done. Don’t bother , or I’ll dock your allowance."
Seeing her pull a test paper out of her bag, Mortir Quincy was speechless. "..."
’It’s almost ten o’clock, and she’s doing a test?’
While she did her test, he started watching a lecture.
The two didn’t go to sleep until midnight.
...
「The next morning.」
As soon as Mortir Quincy left the bedroom, he saw Wyatt Winslow on the sofa, wearing glasses and reading the newspaper. "Dad."
"Breakfast is on the table." Wyatt Winslow glanced at him, his voice a bit soft, probably because Holly Winslow was still sleeping.
Mortir Quincy looked at the buns, fried dough sticks, and congee on the table. The buns were in two separate bags: one for vegetable and one for at.
He wasn’t particularly fond of at fillings.
He glanced at his father-in-law out of the corner of his eye. His father-in-law wasn’t a man of many words, but he rembered everything.
The living room was a bit quiet. After Mortir finished eating, he was about to go into the bedroom to drag Holly Winslow out of bed.
Suddenly, Wyatt Winslow called out to him, then handed him a bank card. "The PIN is Holly’s birthday."
"Dad, you don’t have to. We have enough." Mortir Quincy shook his head, refusing the offer.
Wyatt Winslow pressed his lips together. "You’re out on your own, you should spend money when you need to. Just take it."
"Dad, he doesn’t need it. He has money."
Holly Winslow erged with a head of fluffy hair, letting out a couple of yawns.
Mortir Quincy glanced at her, then added, "Dad, I’m working. The money I make is enough for Holly and ."
Wyatt Winslow didn’t say anything more.
After Wyatt Winslow left for work, Holly Winslow and Mortir Quincy went to see Mortir’s grandparents.
As luck would have it, they ran into Felicia Lynch visiting Carl Quincy. She had probably just returned to the country.
There were quite a few people in the living room, but your eyes were imdiately drawn to Felicia Lynch in her off-the-shoulder maxi dress, with her lovely face and curvaceous figure.
As a woman herself, even Holly Winslow had to admit she was beautiful.
Felicia Lynch wasn’t just beautiful; she was also a top student.
Word was she had skipped two grades.
Mortir Quincy’s grandmother saw them and walked over happily. "Holly, what brings you back? And Moira, you silly boy, you didn’t even tell us you were coming. I didn’t get to buy any of the food Holly likes."
"Grandma, it’s okay. I love all the food you make." Holly Winslow linked her arm with hers affectionately.
"Make sure you eat a lot later." Mortir’s grandmother gently patted her hand, then rembered sothing. "This is your Aunt May’s daughter, Felicia. Felicia, this is Holly. You can just call her sister-in-law."
Felicia Lynch glanced at Mortir Quincy, then nodded and said distantly, "Sister-in-law."
"Cousin," Holly Winslow replied politely, then greeted the rest of the Lynch Family.
Felicia Lynch looked at Mortir Quincy, her tone magnanimous and natural. "Cousin Moira, why didn’t you tell you were getting married? Were you afraid I couldn’t afford a gift?"
Mortir Quincy was in his mid-twenties now; he certainly wouldn’t ignore people like he did as a child, especially with elders present. He replied succinctly, "We haven’t had the ceremony yet."
Before Felicia Lynch could speak, he added, "Do you want to be a bridesmaid? I’ll have your sister-in-law save a spot for you."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She wanted to laugh, which felt a little an, so she raised a hand to her nose to hide it.
’This rascal, Mortir Quincy... his personality is just to die for.’
Felicia Lynch froze for a mont, then bit her lip.
Carl Quincy chuckled and chid in, "That’s a great idea! Felicia, you can be a bridesmaid for your sister-in-law. We’ll have your cousin give you a big red envelope then."
"Okay," Mortir Quincy agreed readily.
After that, Felicia Lynch didn’t say much.
After the al, the Lynch Family left. Not long after, Mortir Quincy and Holly Winslow left as well. As they were leaving, Holly gave the grandparents five thousand yuan.
Carl Quincy wasn’t short on money, but he and his wife were naturally delighted by their grandson and granddaughter-in-law’s filial piety.
Mortir’s grandmother furtively stuffed the money back into Holly’s bag, adding a few thousand more.
It wasn’t until they were on the road buying water that Holly Winslow discovered the money. She looked at Mortir Quincy, feeling both helpless and ward. "Honey, Grandma stuffed the money back."
This wasn’t the first or second ti this had happened. Every ti they visited the Quincy Family, his grandparents-in-law would find a way to secretly slip them money.
In the past, Holly Winslow would always buy them clothes, but this trip had been too rushed, so she had discussed it with Mortir and decided to just give them cash instead.
"If she gave it to you, just use it." Mortir Quincy twisted open a bottle of water and handed it to her.
"Let’s go buy them clothes anyway," Holly Winslow said after a mont of thought.
Mortir Quincy had no objection.
The two spent several hours at the mall, buying clothes for the elders of both families. When they delivered them to the Quincy residence, Carl Quincy and his wife were thrilled, repeatedly saying how great the clothes looked.
As Holly Winslow was leaving the Quincy ho, she suddenly laughed. "Honey, do you think Grandma and Grandpa actually think the clothes look good, or are they just trying to make feel better? They say they look good every single ti."
"Their granddaughter-in-law bought it for them. How could it not look good?" Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow.
Holly Winslow shook her head, smiling. "That’s not it. They clearly like it because their grandson bought it."
’The Quincy Family loves by extension.’
"Why do I get the feeling my wife is insulting ?"
"Am I? It must be your imagination."
Hearing this, Mortir Quincy leaned down and gave her a kiss.
They were on a crowded street. Holly Winslow shot him a glare. "Behave yourself when we’re out."
Mortir Quincy said innocently, "Wifey, it’s just your imagination."
Holly Winslow: "..."
After staying ho for two or three days, they returned to school. In her bag, Holly Winslow found another few thousand yuan. She didn’t have to guess to know that Wyatt Winslow had slipped it in there.
She smiled, pressing her lips together.
’Dad.’
Wyatt Winslow drove to the factory for work. After he parked, as he was reaching for his briefcase to get out, he found a note underneath it: "Dad, take care of yourself. Don’t work too hard."
There’s money under the seat cushion.
His movents slowed to a halt.
Wyatt Winslow pulled the cash out from under the cushion. It wasn’t much, just one or two thousand yuan. He stared at it for a few seconds, then took off his glasses.
The rearview mirror reflected a middle-aged man’s face, the corners of his eyes glistening, the corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile.
’Holly, Dad will take good care of himself.’
’You can rest assured.’
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