Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 317 - 327: The Angle Sum Formulas Affect His Procreation of the Next Generation

When it was time for the parents’ speeches, Holly watched her father, Wyatt Winslow, hold the microphone, struggling to find the words. She couldn’t help but lower her head as tears began to fall.

Mortimer Quincy gently patted her back.

Wyatt Winslow looked out at the guests, his voice hoarse. "I’m Holly’s father. Thank you all for coming to witness my daughter’s wedding."

"Holly... she’s a good kid. I always thought she was naive, but she actually understands everything. She’s so perceptive that she could sense my moods and would comfort me."

"Even though she’s the daughter and I’m the father..." He paused, seeming to be overcome with emotion.

Holly tilted her head back, trying to keep her tears from ruining her makeup. Wyatt continued, "My wish for you both is a lifetime of happiness, health, peace, and joy."

Nearby, Anna Willow and Iris Kensington were also moved to tears, as they knew better than anyone how strained Holly and Wyatt’s relationship used to be.

In the end, Holly couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears streamed down her face, completely ruining her makeup.

The master of ceremonies took the microphone and turned to the bride, whose makeup was now a mess. "Does the bride have anything she’d like to say to her dad?" he asked, holding out the mic.

It took Holly a moment to accept the microphone. She looked at Wyatt, whose eyes were also glistening with tears. "Dad, I love you. Thank you for caring for me all these years, and thank you for never giving up on me." With that, she turned away, unable to suppress her sobs.

’He never gave up on me.’

Mortimer patted her, feeling his own heart ache a little. "Honey, don’t cry."

The MC added, "Let’s have Dad give his daughter a hug to comfort her."

Seeing Holly like this pained Wyatt even more, but he controlled his emotions. He stepped forward and gently put an arm around her shoulders. "Holly, no more tears."

’There will always be a home for you here. Dad will always have your back.’

...

She had been moved beyond words at the time, but watching the wedding video now, Holly felt her whole world go dark. She looked fine at the beginning, but toward the end, her makeup was so smeared she looked even worse than when she’d gotten her marriage certificate in her past life.

She grabbed a pillow and thumped Mortimer, who was beside her. "This is all your fault! You didn’t wipe my tears. I look so ugly!"

"Quick, tell the videographer to cut out that whole section at the end!"

An innocent-looking Mortimer stared at his wife on the TV. ’She’s not ugly at all,’ he thought. "I’ve already made a hundred backups."

Holly: "..."

She shot up and pounced on him, wrapping her hands around his neck. "Quincy the Puppy, you delete those right now!"

"Nope." Mortimer hugged her and gave her a quick kiss, adding soothingly, "Honey, you look beautiful."

"It’s too blurry to see anything, anyway."

Holly’s anger had started to subside after his first comment, but the second one made it flare right back up. "Quincy the Puppy, you are so dead!"

She started tickling him wildly, probably not even realizing where her hands were landing.

Mortimer’s body stiffened. His gaze darkened, and a moment later, he let out a shaky breath. "Honey, you’ve woken up Mortimer Junior."

Holly: "..."

She scrambled to get up, but it was too late. A certain someone had already pinned her down. "Honey, you’re so heartless. Mortimer Junior is calling for you, and you’re still trying to run?"

Holly: "..."

In a flash of desperate inspiration, she blurted, "sin(a+b) = sin(a)cos(b) + cos(a)sin(b)! sin(a-b) = sin(a)cos(b) - sin(b)cos(a)!"

"cos(a+b) = cos(a)cos(b) - sin(a)sin(b)! cos(a-b) = cos(a)cos(b) + sin(a)sin(b)!"

"tan(a+b) = (tan(a) + tan(b)) / (1 - tan(a)tan(b))! tan(a-b) = (tan(a) - tan(b)) / (1 + tan(a)tan(b))...!"

In her desperation, she had started reciting the passion-killing math formulas.

The sum and difference identities.

Mortimer: "..."

’To hell with the damn sum and difference identities.’

’They were getting in the way of creating the next generation.’

He couldn’t help but laugh. Watching his wife continue to rattle off math formulas, his amorous mood successfully evaporated.

He wrapped his arms around her. "Honey, keep going. If you make a mistake, you’ll have to accept your punishment."

Holly: "..."

She threw her head back and yelled, "Help! I’m being assaulted!"

Mortimer let out a series of low chuckles, his hand wandering to a certain spot to make her accusation a reality.

Holly: "..."

...

Once summer vacation ended, Holly began her role as Homeroom Teacher Winslow. The school assigned her to Class 5, which was neither the best nor the worst.

Ahem. The school was short-staffed, so she was also assigned to be the music teacher and teach music class.

Ahem. Naturally, all her music periods were turned into math lessons.

This had been the school’s intention all along.

The students looked as if their will to live had drained away. Holly felt a brief flicker of sympathy for them, and then started the math lesson.

Perhaps because she was their homeroom teacher, the students had to show her respect whether they wanted to or not. After the first monthly exam, Class 5’s average math score ranked first among all classes in their grade.

At the beginning of the month, the school awarded them the weekly banner for being the "Outstanding Class."

When Holly got home, she bragged to Mortimer about it, then unceremoniously held out her hand. "Hubby, give me money. I want to buy stuff for my students."

Mortimer raised an eyebrow. His wife had poured quite a bit of her own money into her teaching career, often buying rewards for her students. Sometimes, even things like brooms and other supplies came out of her own pocket.

He continued typing on his keyboard as he said, "One dollar per ’hubby.’ Call me as many times as you need, honey."

Holly: "..."

’It used to be a hundred a pop. This guy has gotten so stingy.’

She wasn’t about to play that game. She reached over to check his pockets, but they were empty. Then she remembered he used a wallet now. She immediately got up, marched into the bedroom, came back with it, and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill right in front of the man himself.

She said smugly, "I’m not taking it for nothing. I’ll give you one call for it... Hubby."

Mortimer looked up at her and said languidly, "Not taking more? You don’t need to buy clothes?"

"I just got paid. I’ve got money." Holly patted her hip smugly, showing off that she was a woman of means now. "I’m going out tomorrow to buy a chicken for stew. You should call your parents and have them come over for dinner tomorrow night."

Mortimer nodded, then picked up his phone to make the call. "Mom, Holly wants you and Dad to come over for dinner tomorrow... Yeah, and bring her a few boxes of candy."

After he hung up, Holly grumbled, "Quincy the Puppy, stop telling your mom to bring me stuff all the time. It’s getting embarrassing."

But despite what she said, she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed.

In truth, Brooke Jarvis and Andre Quincy were a lot like Wyatt Winslow—they liked it when their children relied on them, even just a little.

Mortimer typed a few more words. "Come here."

Holly let out a questioning "Hm?", her eyes filled with confusion.

The next second, that scoundrel Mortimer added, "Let your husband get a nice, plump kiss."

Holly: "..."

She retorted disdainfully, "You want plump? Believe it or not, I can make your lips so plump you’ll be going to work with sausage lips tomorrow."

In the end, however, Mortimer didn’t get sausage lips. She did.

「The next day, in the office.」

Mr. Langdon looked at Holly, who was grading homework with her head down. "Teacher Winslow, your lips look a little swollen. Are you having an allergic reaction?"

Holly: "..."

She touched her lips self-consciously. "I had an allergic reaction to some mangoes."

"Have you seen a doctor?" Mr. Langdon asked, concerned.

Holly shook her head. "It’s nothing. It’ll go down on its own."

A young female teacher of about her age sitting nearby chuckled. "Teacher Winslow, I doubt it was mangoes, hmm?"

Holly: "..."

Mr. Langdon suddenly understood. He glanced at Holly. ’Ahem, newlyweds,’ he thought. ’Completely understandable.’

Little did he know they would be in their honeymoon phase for more than a decade.

That afternoon, during fourth-period study hall, Holly walked into the classroom carrying two large bags of snacks. Before she could even say a word, the students burst into happy applause.

Holly quickly raised a hand. "Keep it down! If the dean shows up, you won’t get to eat anything."

The whole class instantly fell silent. Holly smiled, then had the students in the front row start passing the snacks back.

She stood on the teacher’s platform and announced, "Our class won the weekly banner last week. This is a little something to celebrate. I hope you’ll all keep up the great work."

The students cheered, their morale soaring.