Holly Winslow looked up at Mortir Quincy, a little tempted. "Can you call Mom and ask where they’re playing mahjong?"
"We’re not going, honey. Didn’t you say you had howork problems you couldn’t solve? Bring them here, I’ll explain them to you."
Mortir really didn’t want his wife to play mahjong. If she won, it was fine. But if she lost, he was the one who suffered.
He’d have to spend the whole night helping her practice her mahjong skills.
One ti, they played all night long.
Holly Winslow: "..."
’She wants to play mahjong, but he wants to tutor her?’
She shook her head in "disappointnt." "Quincy the Puppy, I’ve discovered you’ve completely lost your romantic charm."
’Romantic charm?’
Mortir gave her a look loaded with aning, and Holly understood instantly. "..."
’This guy’s mind is in the gutter again.’
She gave him a light kick. "You have such a dirty mind."
Then, she called Brooke Jarvis. When Brooke heard she was coming, she gave her the address, which was right in the neighborhood. Holly glanced at Mortir. "Are you coming or not? If not, I’m leaving, you know."
Mortir didn’t move from the sofa, leaning back lazily. "Honey, recite the ’Rhapsody on the Red Cliff’ without a single mistake, and I’ll let you go play mahjong."
"If you can’t, you’ll stay and listen to explain your howork. Hmm, or we can just go to sleep."
Holly: "..."
’Red Cliff my ass.’
She racked her brain, but she couldn’t recall the full text of ’Rhapsody on the Red Cliff’ at all.
’This guy is so devious. He’s not quizzing on math formulas anymore; now he’s moved on to classical Chinese.’
’Is he going to quiz on Darwin’s theory of evolution next?’
’If my IQ won’t work, I’ll have to rely on my EQ.’
She suddenly blinked her eyes and said, "Hubby, saranghae." As she spoke, she made a heart shape with her hands.
Mortir raised an eyebrow in satisfaction. The next second, he stood up and said, "Let’s go."
"Saranghae, honey."
He was a total sucker for this.
The Quincy family had a dedicated mahjong room, which had been converted from a three-bedroom apartnt.
As soon as they walked in, they heard the CLACK-CLACK-CLACK of mahjong tiles. The mont Holly entered, several young people called out to her, "Cousin-in-law!"
After greeting a few of them, she noticed Felicia Lynch was also there, playing mahjong with Brooke Jarvis and the others.
Her interest was piqued. *Ahem,* in her past life, she had lost a lot of money to Felicia Lynch.
*Ahem,* Felicia Lynch’s intelligence was no joke. She could always calculate what tiles Holly was going to discard or what tiles were left.
That was why she had gone ho and asked Mortir to teach her how to play.
Losing to a love rival was just too humiliating.
Seeing his wife secretly eager to show off her skills, Mortir couldn’t help but chuckle. He said to Brooke Jarvis, "Mom, let Holly play."
Brooke Jarvis looked at Holly and smiled. "Holly, do you know how to play?"
Holly rubbed the tip of her nose. "A little."
Brooke Jarvis smiled and had her sit down. "I can teach you, or you can have Moira teach you."
"No, no way, Auntie! Don’t let my cousin play. The mont he plays, my entire treasury is gone! Cousin, you’re not allowed to help my cousin-in-law," Scarlett Chaucer, Brooke Jarvis’s niece, protested firmly.
Mortir sat next to Holly and said nonchalantly, "You’re already calling her ’cousin-in-law.’ You should know where my loyalties lie."
Scarlett Chaucer: "..."
Holly let out a wicked laugh.
In the first round of mahjong, Holly’s luck was so good she won by drawing the winning tile herself.
In the second round, whatever she discarded, Felicia Lynch would ’pong’ it. She: "..."
Just as it looked like she was about to lose, Mortir suddenly reached out, drew a tile, and discarded it. Holly was left with only one tile in her hand.
A single-wait for a pair.
Felicia Lynch glanced at Mortir, and a few seconds later, she discarded a tile.
It was the winning tile.
Holly’s eyes widened as she looked at Mortir. Then she leaned in and whispered, "Hmph, your dear cousin went easy on you."
Mortir raised his hand and tapped her on the forehead. "Keep talking nonsense and we’ll stop playing mahjong."
Then he explained, "You need to keep track of the tiles on the table."
"I can’t," Holly pouted. If she could rember them all, she wouldn’t have kept losing to Felicia Lynch.
Mortir raised an eyebrow. "Your husband will rember for you. Go ahead, draw."
After a few more gas, Felicia Lynch quit.
*Ahem,* who could stand watching the person they liked help his wife beat them?
She was probably the most tragic and insignificant love rival ever.
...
This New Year was much busier than previous years. After they finished visiting the Winslow family’s relatives, they had to visit the Quincy family’s relatives.
As a new bride making New Year’s visits, Holly received greeting gifts, as was the custom in smaller towns.
By the tenth day of the New Year, she had received almost a hundred thousand yuan, the majority of which ca from Mortir’s maternal grandmother’s side of the family.
Mortir’s maternal grandmother was an entrepreneur who had "jumped into the sea" of business. Although she didn’t earn as much as the Quincy family, it was still a considerable amount. At the very least, buying up a stretch of seaside villas wouldn’t be a problem for her.
’Even though I’ve experienced this before, I can’t help but think that they’re obscenely rich.’
When the endless visits were finally over, Holly spent a whole day just lying around at ho.
Mortir had already started working at Andre Quincy’s company. He worked from nine to six and almost always got off on ti, which made Holly sigh in admiration. The son of a capitalist really had it good.
’Imagine being able to clock in and out of work on ti.’
A few days later, Pantheon was watching local television when he suddenly saw Mortir. He leaned in for a closer look. Mortir Quincy, son of the chairman of Quincy Properties.
Quincy Corp.?
Ho-ho-ho... holy shit!
Quincy Properties belonged to the city’s wealthiest family, the richest in the region, in fact. He’d heard they were number one in several provinces.
"..."
His hands shaking, he called Zeke Zane. "Did you know?"
Zeke Zane was baffled, thinking his friend was acting up again. "Know what? That you gave birth?"
Pantheon: "..."
"Mortir is the son of the guy who owns Quincy Properties," Pantheon said, still reeling from the shock. Holy hell, he was friends with a tycoon.
Zeke Zane knew Mortir’s family was rich, but he’d never imagined they were *this* rich. "Who’d you hear that from?"
"The news. Channel 32," Pantheon said.
Zeke Zane changed the channel and saw Mortir’s face. "..."
’So the biggest gap between us wasn’t intelligence, but wealth.’
Mortir had already gained so fa for being the city’s top scholar. Now that this news was out, the comnt section under the local news report exploded with over a hundred thousand comnts.
"Other rich kids are the landlord’s idiot sons, but he’s the landlord’s genius son."
"Suddenly I want to be his mistress. I wouldn’t even mind being number four."
"If you’re asking who the heavens have wronged, you can count this jealous hater among them."
"I’m so jealous of his wife."
"Don’t be jealous. His wife is a top student at B University, ranked second in her major, and qualified for graduate school admission without taking the exam. She’s won all sorts of awards at school."
"The key is, his wife is the departnt beauty—no, the campus belle. People who’ve seen her in person say she’s even prettier than her photos."
"His wife says all of you here are trash, so get lost."
...
Mortir’s popularity caused the public’s interest in Quincy Properties to rise significantly, and even their stock price went up.
*Ahem,* Holly took all her New Year’s gift money and bought Quincy Corp. stock. Half a month later, she sold it all, making a profit of tens of thousands.
When Mortir found out, he raised an eyebrow. Watching his wife happily counting her "family assets," he said, "Honey, there’s no fun in just skimming a little wool. You should go all in."
Holly: "..."
She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Quincy the Puppy, don’t try to buy with money. I have moral principles."
While Mortir’s career was getting on track, Holly also started her teaching internship at Jarton High.
The salary was 2,200 yuan a month, which would increase to around 3,000 after passing an evaluation.
For a county-level city, that was already quite good, since the cost of living was lower than in major cities.
Holly was assigned to assist the head teacher of Class 3 in the tenth grade. For the first few days, she and the other new interns observed classes. When they were deed ready, the principal, the dean, and others would co to watch them teach.
If they passed the evaluation, they could officially start teaching their own classes.
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