Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 310 - 320: I’m Sharing a Room with My Former Dean of Students

Mortimer leaned in and, right in front of the driver, gave her a quick kiss. "You too, honey. Keep it up."

After driving a short distance, the driver chuckled and spoke to Holly Winslow. "Is that your boyfriend? He looks a bit like the city’s top scorer from a few years back, though not as refined-looking."

Holly: "..."

Back when he was the top scorer, Mortimer Quincy still had a boyish look to him. Now, he was the very picture of a mature man.

She touched the tip of her nose. "Not my boyfriend, my husband."

"Oh, married so young? Just like the top scorer from our county." The driver spoke of the city’s top scorer with the same warmth he’d use for his own son.

Holly couldn’t help but smile.

The driver continued, "Does your boyfriend work in construction? Is it tiring? You kids don’t study hard enough when you’re young, and now you have to do the hard labor."

Holly: "..."

She recalled Mortimer’s work clothes; it wasn’t wrong to say he looked like a construction worker.

"You’re right, sir. When my husband was young, he absolutely refused to study." She couldn’t help but chuckle after saying it.

"Still, it’s always good to study more. You can’t go wrong with more education. But you can still make a good living in construction. Every field has its experts, it just takes more effort."

The driver, speaking with the earnest tone of someone who’s seen it all, shared his wisdom with the younger generation. "But studying gives you the biggest advantage. You need a degree for everything when you get out there."

"You’ve heard of the city’s top scorer, right? Before he even graduated, so many companies were trying to recruit him. One company even offered him an annual salary of five hundred thousand. It’s truly incredible."

"People like us would be lucky to earn five hundred thousand in a lifetime. Isn’t that amazing?"

Holly: "..."

’As his wife, how did I not know this guy was in such high demand?’

’All I know is that he gets his allowance from me.’

The driver added, "The person he married is outstanding too. She scored over seven hundred on the exam that year and also went to B University."

"You young people might not get it, but we do. A match like that is the best kind. When both people work hard, life is bound to be easier."

In her past life, no one ever mentioned Mortimer when they talked about him, and no one ever praised her for being outstanding. Holly wondered if this counted as a form of "success."

"Then they must be doing very well."

"Of course they are." The driver agreed without a second thought, as if it were a matter of fact.

Perhaps because the driver was so engrossed in sharing his life experiences, his driving speed dropped, and she ended up being late for class. However, the first period wasn’t her own lesson, so no one said anything to her.

Still, she felt a little guilty.

This was especially true when the Dean of Discipline called her out of the office for a talk. After all these years, she still couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt whenever she saw the Dean of Discipline. She looked at her and asked, "Dean, is there something you need?"

’Am I about to get points deducted?’ The random thought flashed through her mind.

The Dean of Discipline had seen her arrive late from the balcony, but she was only in charge of students.

She said, "The school is sending teachers for a one-month training program out of town, and they want you and another teacher to go."

The dean, afraid Holly didn’t understand the benefits, added, "You can learn a lot from these off-site training sessions. Your Teacher Chaucer went to one for half a year back in the day."

"This is a very rare opportunity."

Holly knew, of course, how hard it was to get a spot on one of these trips. She nodded gratefully. "Dean, when is it?"

"Tomorrow. The school has already bought your plane and bus tickets. The bus is at nine in the morning, and the flight is a little after one."

The dean added, "We’ve already arranged for substitute teachers for your classes tomorrow morning."

She paused for a moment. "Study hard."

Holly nodded without hesitation. "I will, Dean. I’ll study hard."

She had planned to tell Mortimer about the training trip, but she waited until after one in the morning, and he still hadn’t come home.

She took out her phone, wanting to let him know, but then worried it would distract him and make him rush home. He was already so tired. With that thought, she put her phone on the nightstand and mumbled, "Good night, honey."

The next day, it wasn’t until she was on the bus to the city that she sent him a message about her one-month training trip.

A few minutes later, Mortimer called her back. His voice was hoarse with exhaustion. "Honey, you on the bus?"

Holly glanced at the Dean of Discipline beside her—that’s right, the person accompanying her on this trip was the dean herself. She lowered her voice. "Yeah, I’m on. I’m with the Dean of Discipline. Let’s just text."

On the other end of the line, Mortimer pressed his lips together, his voice full of self-reproach. "Honey, I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy lately, I haven’t been able to pay enough attention to you."

Holly knew he was busy, of course—otherwise, they would have inevitably gotten into a fight. But even knowing that, it was impossible not to feel a little empty inside.

Hearing him explain like this, she felt cared for. She smiled sweetly. "I know, I’m not mad. Honey, make sure you eat properly at home. Love you."

A smile touched Mortimer’s lips on the other end. "Okay. You have to eat properly too, honey. I sent you some money. Buy whatever you want."

When Holly hung up, she met the gaze of the Dean of Discipline. Perhaps from being so used to her serious demeanor at school, the dean was the same way even when they were out.

She suddenly felt like a high schooler caught dating on the sly.

"..."

She touched the tip of her nose awkwardly. "Is there something, Dean?"

The dean noticed her discomfort. "It’s nothing. No need to be on guard around me. I don’t bust students for dating."

"And I won’t deduct any points."

Holly: "..."

Once the Dean of Discipline closed her eyes to rest again, Holly opened her phone and saw that Mortimer had transferred ten thousand yuan to her.

They hadn’t had much money recently, so she figured he must have diverted it from his project’s startup funds. She transferred 9,980 yuan back with a message: "A sweet milk tea from my hubby is all I need."

Mortimer: I’ll owe you. When I get home, I’ll let you "drink" your fill.

Her feeling of being touched lasted less than a minute. Holly: "..."

...

With one city in the south and the other in the north, it took Holly and the dean from morning until six in the evening to reach the accommodations arranged by the school—a hotel so basic it wouldn’t even qualify for a single star.

The crucial part was that she and the Dean of Discipline were sharing a room. A room with two beds.

Holly kept telling herself, ’We’re broke right now. Endure it. Just endure it.’ Then she grabbed her clothes and went to take a shower.

Before showering, she sent a message to the "Little Fairies" group chat: "I’m about to suffocate. I’m sharing a room with my old Dean of Discipline. I’m terrified she’s going to tell me to ’study hard’ later."

Iris Kensington: LMAO, that’s hilarious.

Anna Willow: Holly, don’t be scared. Ellie and I will be there to "collect your body."

Holly Winslow: Hmph, our friendship is over.

When she came out of the shower, the Dean of Discipline was holding a high school physics textbook, diligently marking it up with a very serious expression.

Holly: "..."

She took out a book and also began reviewing math, marking things up as she went. Around nine o’clock, a video call came in from Mortimer.

She turned the volume down and preemptively cut him off before he could speak. "I’m studying." As she spoke, she quickly panned her phone toward the Dean of Discipline’s location, signaling him to watch what he said.

She must have panned too quickly. On the other end of the video call, Mortimer only caught a glimpse of the top of a head with short hair. His composure vanished. He sat bolt upright. "Honey, point the phone to your side again. I saw a man."