Chapter 283: Chapter 293: Teacher Winslow, Educating People

Next was Anna Willow: Ellie, hahaha, that’s hilarious. Stop teasing Holly, or she’s going to bite.

Hahahaha, I’m dying. Holly, were you kidnapped by your handsome hubby? If so, just nod.

"Holly Winslow" replied succinctly: You’re not married. You wouldn’t understand.

Anna Willow: ...

Iris Kensington: ...

Zeke Zane: ...

After that, four or five more people sent ellipses.

Chase Hawkins offered the final verdict: Holly, you’re a goner. Mortimer Quincy has subtly influenced you.

From now on, nobody ask me to eat at Mortimer Quincy’s place. I’d like to live a little longer.

...

「The Tutoring Center Office」 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Shannon Vance reviewed Holly Winslow’s resume. It was, frankly, quite outstanding. She was a graduate of a top-tier domestic university and had certifications for advanced English proficiency, high-level computer skills, and teaching.

She was the most outstanding candidate they had interviewed in weeks, and also the first student from Branton University.

She looked up. "Hmm, may I see your certificates?"

Holly Winslow nodded and handed over her certificates. Shannon Vance examined them carefully, and after confirming their authenticity, she returned them. "Are you planning to pursue a career in teaching? Or are you just here to complete your university’s internship requirement?"

Holly Winslow answered without hesitation, "I want to work in the field of education in the future. I have a light course load in my senior year, so I’d like to do an internship to gain some experience."

Shannon Vance nodded. After asking a few simple questions, she put down the resume. "May I ask why you chose this field? Although the education industry is sought-after, it demands a lot of energy and time, which can be difficult for young people like you."

Holly Winslow didn’t answer right away. After a moment’s thought, she said, "Every profession has its difficulties. What matters most is your own desire to do the work."

"I chose the field of education because I was a student myself, and I have a deep understanding of the confusion students go through..."

When she finished speaking, Shannon Vance nodded. "That’s the most satisfying answer I’ve heard all week. Being a teacher isn’t just about making a living; you also have to be responsible for your students."

A teacher’s influence on a student is immense. It’s not just a job; it’s a responsibility.

The two of them talked for over half an hour, and Shannon Vance was quite pleased with her. "Let me briefly outline our compensation. A regular teacher makes four thousand a month, with full social insurance benefits, a housing allowance, and included meals."

She paused for a moment. "Since you’re an intern but will still be teaching classes, I’ve tentatively set your salary at 3500."

Perhaps afraid that Holly would think the salary was too low, she quickly added, "This isn’t fixed. If you teach well, we’ll raise your salary and also give out bonuses of 300 to 500."

"What do you think?"

This was the first time in weeks that she had mentioned a bonus to an interviewee. The main reason was her satisfaction with Holly Winslow.

A compensation package like this was already quite good. Holly Winslow nodded. "That’s fine with me."

"Alright. If there are no other questions, come in for a trial lesson tomorrow." Shannon Vance made a checkmark on the resume, indicating her approval of the candidate.

When Mortimer Quincy saw Holly Winslow come out, he stood up.

Once they were out the door, Holly Winslow took Mortimer Quincy’s hand, beaming as she said, "Quincy the Puppy, finding a job is so easy these days."

’It’s easier than ever before.’

In her past life, she had searched for a job to the point of questioning her entire existence. The good jobs she wanted wouldn’t take her, and she had no interest in the shady jobs that would.

Before Mortimer Quincy could reply, she added, "An occasion this good calls for a barbecue feast. Hubby, I want to eat barbecue."

’So that was all just a lead-up to getting barbecue.’ Mortimer Quincy raised a single eyebrow. "No barbecue. You can eat me instead."

Holly Winslow: "..."

After they had their barbecue and got home, Holly Winslow finally pulled out her phone to look. When she saw the ’good deeds’ that scoundrel had done with her phone, she was speechless. "..."

"Quincy the Puppy, come here. Let me see just how thick-skinned you are."

"’I love my hubby every day.’ How could you type something like that?"

Mortimer Quincy let her get close. "Wifey, what was that last thing you said? I didn’t hear you clearly."

"’How thick-skinned you are’?"

"The next one."

"’I love my hubby every day.’"

"Mhm. And I love my wifey every minute and every second."

Holly Winslow: "..."

...

The tutoring center’s workday generally started at eight, which meant Holly Winslow had to get up at seven.

The moment the seven o’clock alarm went off, Mortimer Quincy woke up. He reached out to turn it off, then glanced at his wife, who was still lingering in bed. "Teacher Winslow, it’s time to go educate the youth."

Holly Winslow opened her eyes, rolled over, and crawled out of bed. She stumbled groggily out the door, leaving Mortimer Quincy at a loss for whether to laugh or cry as he followed her.

They bought some steamed buns and soy milk downstairs, eating as they walked to the garage.

They arrived at the center with ten minutes to spare before eight. Mortimer Quincy waited for Holly Winslow to go inside before heading upstairs himself.

The cleaning staff at his company started at seven. The cleaning lady saw him and said, "You’re in so early?"

"Mhm." Mortimer Quincy sat down at his desk, opened his laptop, and started working.

...

Since it was Holly Winslow’s first day, Shannon Vance had a math teacher explain the procedures to her. At eight-fifty, the students’ morning self-study session ended.

The teacher who was mentoring her told her to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Holly Winslow wanted to see where the cafeteria was, so she went along.

The cafeteria was lined with windows, and she noticed several young teachers gathered together, looking down through the glass.

She glanced over curiously. The math teacher mentoring her just smiled and explained, "There’s a really handsome guy who works at the company downstairs. They’re all looking at him."

Holly Winslow’s first thought was of Mortimer Quincy. ’Ahem, not to be conceited, but she really hadn’t met many men who were more handsome than him.’

And sure enough.

When nine o’clock passed, the young teachers sat down looking disappointed. "Mortimer Quincy is usually here by eight fifty-five. How come he didn’t show up today?"

"Maybe he’s in a meeting," one of them guessed.

Holly Winslow rubbed her nose. ’He already came to work with his wife.’

She taught one class that morning, then spent the rest of the time in the office familiarizing herself with the curriculum.

She was a natural teacher, so while her performance wasn’t exceptional, it was more than acceptable.

Shannon Vance was very satisfied and even took the initiative to ask her if she was getting used to the place.

「Noon」

Mortimer Quincy’s colleague slipped on his suit jacket. "Mortimer, let’s go get some rice noodles downstairs for lunch."

Mortimer Quincy refused. "My wife doesn’t like rice noodles."

His colleague: "..."

"Is your wife coming?"

"Mhm." Mortimer Quincy locked his computer and left.

Everyone else was curious about Mortimer Quincy’s wife. Although they’d heard she was beautiful, none of them had ever met her.

They exchanged glances and followed him out.

They all started chattering at once. "Guys, I was passing by the third floor today and saw this absolutely gorgeous girl. She was stunning."

"For real? I’m gonna go check her out later."

Everyone followed Mortimer Quincy to the third floor. He glanced back at them but, uncharacteristically, didn’t seem to mind that they were in his way.

After a minute or two, a girl wearing an apricot-colored pullover sweater and a floral-print skirt walked out.

"That’s her! She’s so beautiful."

"She really is gorgeous. And she’s smiling at us."

Hearing this, Mortimer Quincy shot a disdainful glance at his deluded colleagues.

’Smiling?’

’Smiling, my ass.’

"Honey."

He held out his hand as everyone stared. The girl in the apricot pullover and long, floral-print skirt took it, beaming as she said, "Hubby, let’s go get the seafood rice downstairs. I smelled it when I went down to print some documents just now, and it smelled amazing."

Mortimer Quincy nodded. "Alright." Then he turned to the others, who were standing there stunned, and said, "Let me introduce you. This is my wife, Holly Winslow."