Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 321 - 331: First It Was All-Nighters for Homework, Now It’s Late Nights Grading Papers

Harry Chaucer scratched his head and chuckled. "Okay, I’ll work hard to be like the Grandmaster. Ms. Winslow, what does the Grandmaster do? He seems really rich."

He was just curious because Holly Winslow was always buying them things. The last time the school asked students to chip in for new brooms, she had paid for them out of her own pocket.

Seeing her students staring at her curiously, Holly Winslow smiled. "Get a perfect score and you’ll find out. Keep it up, and in the future, you’ll be as rich as the Grandmaster."

’She was telling a white lie. Being as rich as Mortimer Quincy was a bit of a tall order; after all, the man owned countless properties.’

After handing everything out, she stood at the lectern and asked her usual question, "If you have any questions you’re stuck on, raise your hand."

Students tend to hold their teachers in awe, so few would ever ask questions on their own. She always had to be the one to prompt them.

A few students raised their hands, with questions covering all subjects.

Making her usual rounds, the Dean of Students glanced through the classroom window and once again saw Holly Winslow explaining problems to her students. It was rare for a teacher to stay in the classroom every afternoon during study hall.

After all, teachers had their own errands to run or simply needed a break.

She took out a small notebook and gave her another point.

It was a bonus point for the "Outstanding Teacher" selection.

Student academic performance was the primary factor, with daily conduct being secondary. Both were factored into the score.

But many teachers didn’t know this.

’In truth, the two were directly proportional. You reap what you sow.’

...

Ever since Mortimer Quincy’s position stabilized last year, his work schedule had become incredibly flexible. It wasn’t so much that he was casual, but that he no longer got docked pay for arriving late or leaving early.

Afternoon study hall hadn’t ended yet, but he was already standing on the balcony, waiting for Holly to get out of class. Holly hadn’t noticed him until her students shouted for her to look out the window, "Teacher Winslow, the Grandmaster is here!"

She glanced up for a moment, then quickly looked back down and continued teaching, calling out to the students who kept peeking out the window, "Focus on your assignments."

Holly didn’t go out until the final bell rang. In her usual tone, she said to Mortimer, "Come with me to my office."

’Seeing his wife put on her stern ’teacher face’,’ Mortimer’s lips curled into a slight smile, and he followed her into the office.

Everyone in the third-year teachers’ office recognized him by now and greeted him as he passed. Holly handed Mortimer a stack of tests the students had taken that day, along with a thick pile of workbooks.

She could have graded them during the students’ study hall, but she preferred to use that time to help them with problems, so she often took the work home.

Mortimer’s expression didn’t flicker. He was obviously used to this. ’It was a chore he couldn’t escape.’

Sure enough, after dinner and dropping Holly back at school, she told him, "Honey, you can go home and get a head start on the grading."

"Alright."

Mortimer nodded. On the way home, he sent a message to his old high school buddies: My place. ASAP.

Boris Owens: What for? Treating us to dinner?

Pantheon: I have a bad feeling about this.

Mortimer Quincy: Yep.

Chase Hawkins: Are you confirming the dinner, or the bad feeling?

Zeke Zane: I’ll never forget the time we pulled an all-nighter doing homework for him.

Paul Powell: Hahaha, that time really broke me. But there’s no way he’s roping us into doing homework again.

Mortimer didn’t reply, but the guys showed up at his door anyway. Chase Hawkins, who had brought his own booze, looked at Mortimer and said cheerfully, "We’re all having a drink tonight!"

Mortimer raised an eyebrow. "First, you grade the papers."

"Papers? What papers?" Pantheon asked.

Everyone followed Mortimer’s gesture toward the living room. Then they saw the papers.

"..."

It was happening all over again.

Pantheon was the first to make a break for it. "I should get going. Your second cousin told me to be home early."

Mortimer: "My second cousin is out of town on business."

Pantheon: "..."

He finally choked out, "Mortimer, you’re a real piece of work."

He didn’t realize Mortimer could be an even bigger piece of work. After they finished grading, Mortimer told them they could go.

Zeke Zane, his hand cramping from all the grading, asked in disbelief, "You’re not even going to feed us?"

Mortimer opened the door. "I’ve already transferred the money to your accounts. You can all go now. Don’t interrupt our time together."

Zeke Zane and the others: "..."

’He called us over to grade papers just so he could have a romantic evening with his wife?’

Zeke Zane checked his phone. Five hundred yuan. Enough for a decent hot pot dinner. Any trace of frustration instantly vanished, and they left as a group.

When Holly came back a little after ten, Mortimer was grading the very last test. Ahem. He had, with some sly cunning, deliberately saved it for last.

She walked over and kneaded his shoulders. "Honey, how many did you get through?"

"Just this last one," Mortimer lied without batting an eye, then wrote an "89" on the test.

Holly immediately gave him a ’you’ve-worked-so-hard-my-poor-husband’ look. She went over and planted a big SMOOCH on his cheek. "Honey, you worked so hard. I’ll make you something tasty in a bit."

Mortimer raised an eyebrow slightly, extremely pleased with the treatment he was receiving from his wife. "It was nothing, wifey. Dinner’s already made."

’My husband is such a treasure,’ Holly thought. ’He never complains about being tired and just does whatever needs to be done.’ She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. "Honey, you are the best husband in the world. No contest."

Mortimer was grinning from ear to ear. "And my wifey is the best wife in the world."

The two of them cuddled on the sofa for ten-odd minutes before finally bringing out the food to eat.

Holly was bragging to Anna Willow and her other friends about what a model husband Mortimer was when a message from Anna popped up: Holly, I just heard from Zeke Zane that he and the guys were all over at your place helping your husband grade papers.

Your husband gave them five hundred yuan for their trouble.

Holly Winslow: ...

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a certain someone peeking at her phone. The culprit, having been caught red-handed, wasn’t flustered in the slightest. On the contrary, he put on a wheedling tone. "Wifey, I just wanted you to pamper me a little more."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Pamper him my foot.’

She snarled, "Quincy the Puppy, you’re such a drama king."

"I learned from the best: my wife."

Mortimer plucked the phone from her hand and pulled her into his arms for sleep. "Wifey, time to make a baby."

’This guy hadn’t been using ’that thing’ recently.’

They were getting ready to have a baby.

Holly couldn’t help but laugh at his roving hands, but she had to break the bad news to him cruelly, "Not happening. My aunt is in town."

Mortimer was instantly crestfallen. "Wifey..."

"Pleading won’t help."

Holly gave him a placating kiss. "By the way," she added, "my grandma’s 70th birthday is the day after tomorrow. Are you free?"

"Of course. Wherever my wifey is, that’s where I’ll be," Mortimer continued with the sweet talk.

Holly pinched his lips shut to stop him from spouting any more of those sweet nothings young people say. "I’m not giving cash; I’m buying Grandma two new outfits. And honey, if the Lewis Family gives you any trouble, don’t hold back. Beat the crap out of them. Your wife will cover all the medical expenses."

’This had happened in her past life. They thought Mortimer was a pushover and had the gall to ask him for ’respect money.’’

Mortimer couldn’t stifle a laugh. "Alright."

...

The evening before Holly’s grandmother’s birthday, the couple went to the Lewis Family home. It was a rural custom to start the celebratory feast the night before the actual birthday.

If her grandmother hadn’t called and asked them to come early, Holly and Mortimer probably wouldn’t have shown up until noon the next day.

They went home after dinner that evening and returned to the Lewis residence again at ten the next morning.

Just then, Yvonne Lewis and her family of three also arrived.