Holly Winslow tucked away her textbook for memorizing classical Chinese, got up, and dusted off her pants. "Hehe," she said, playing along. "My hubby is so impressive, daring to lecture a teacher... just be careful you don't trip up."
Mortimer Quincy bent down, picked up the lunchbox, and casually slung an arm around her shoulders. In a deep, magnetic voice, he said, "A man finds strength for his wife. It's a battle I must fight."
Holly Winslow burst out laughing. She poked him in the waist and chided, "Mortimer Quincy, you're really something else."
"Call me hubby," Mortimer Quincy said, raising an eyebrow.
"Make me."
Holly Winslow wriggled free, grinned, and ran off. Mortimer Quincy chased after her with long strides.
Back in the classroom, Mortimer Quincy went over the translation of "Discourse on Teachers" with Holly Winslow. Then, he pulled five hundred yuan from his pocket. "If my wifey memorizes 'Discourse on Teachers' before evening self-study, this money is hers."
