"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 ti, 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 suddenly understand what you told : 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 ti to ti.
When Mortir 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. Mortir Quincy nodded calmly. "Congratulations." Then he sat down next to her.
Holly Winslow passed him a bowl and chopsticks, then opened the nu to order. "What do you want to eat?"
"What else are you having?" Mortir Quincy’s aning was clear: he would eat whatever his wife was eating.
Holly Winslow scoffed quietly, then ordered Mortir Quincy’s favorite dishes. After handing the nu back to the server, she happened to et 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 ho first. When they got downstairs from the Hollis family’s apartnt, Chloe suddenly whispered sothing to Holly Winslow: "Ms. Sumrs, a mont ago, your eyes were only for your Grandmaster."
"Bye, Ms. Sumrs! Bye, Grandmaster!"
Mortir 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 handso husband in his white shirt and answered Chloe’s statent in her head.
’Because your Grandmaster is just too handso.’
"Is my wife looking at so wantonly because she wants a kiss?" Mortir 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 ti you lean in like that, I’ll pinch your lips into sausages."
That scoundrel Mortir Quincy wasn’t scared at all. Instead, he said with a grin, "If anyone asks what happened, I’ll just say my wife kissed 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 Mortir Quincy awake. "Honey, quiz ."
Mortir Quincy glanced down at his wide-open collar, rubbed his ssy 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 Mortir Quincy, and she fell asleep in no ti.
Listening to her light breathing, Mortir 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 Mortir Quincy. "You should get to work."
"I’ll wait for you."
Mortir 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 ti she received her qualification certificate, the end of her junior year’s second sester was approaching.
Mortir Quincy’s company, considering their situation, gave them special permission to not co to work. The two of them holed up at ho 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 Mortir 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. Mortir 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.
Mortir 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 Mortir Quincy were woken up by it.
She picked up her phone to look. It was a ssage from her dorm’s group chat. Serena Shaw: Soone, 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 ti finals co 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 ti. 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. Mortir 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 al. Robin Roland would bring her things every so often—very hoy, everyday items.
When bean sprouts were cheap, she’d weigh out a pound or two for her. When she made fried crispy pork at ho, she’d bring so over for them. She even knitted a pair of woolen slippers for both her and Mortir Quincy.
They ate at a hot pot restaurant not far from the Roland family’s ho. Yara Nolan had grown a lot since starting university and was now about 5’10". He had swapped his old black-frad 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 sumr break.
Yara Nolan thought for a mont. "Find a sumr job."
Holly Winslow nodded. "Sumr jobs are hard to find."
She suddenly rembered sothing. A few days ago, Wyatt Winslow had ntioned 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 mont 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 ti, 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."
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