Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 249 - 259: The Civil Affairs Bureau "Stole" the Household Register

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Screw you, you son of a bitch Mortimer Quincy.’

She shoved a barbecue skewer at him. "Here, shut your mouth."

Mortimer Quincy took a bite, glancing at her as she ate with gusto. "Honey, we don’t have class tomorrow. Let’s go on a trip."

’We only have one day off tomorrow, what kind of trip can we take?’ Holly Winslow bit into a piece of sweet potato flatbread. "Where to?"

"To the hospital for a check-up."

"..."

She stared at him for over ten seconds. "Quincy the Puppy, let me see just how thick-skinned you are."

The thick-skinned Quincy leaned in unabashedly. "It’s a little thick, but it doesn’t affect our married life."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She took her barbecue skewers and went to eat at the small table on the balcony.

The next morning, Mortimer Quincy dragged her out of bed, threw a simple, casual dress on her, and headed out to the hospital.

The purpose of the check-up was obvious.

A pre-marital physical.

The two of them were very familiar with the procedure and went through the various tests with practiced ease.

There was another couple getting a check-up at the same time, and seeing how experienced Holly and Mortimer seemed, they followed them from start to finish.

After the examination, Holly Winslow went to the restroom. As she was leaving the hospital, the other couple was still there. The woman said, "Honey, do you think that couple is on their second marriage? They know everything."

The man joked, "Could be their third."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’It’s our first marriage!’

’A second go at a first marriage.’

...

The day they went to pick up their medical reports, there was a mix-up.

The doctor called Holly Winslow in alone. It was just the two of them in the office, and Holly’s heart skipped a beat. ’Could it be some kind of illness?’

The next second, the doctor asked her, "Are you aware that you have AIDS?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She didn’t believe it for a second.

"Doctor, could there have been a mistake?"

The doctor glanced down at the name, then looked back up at her. "You’re Holly Winslow, correct?"

Holly Winslow nodded. Following the doctor’s gaze, she saw that it was indeed her name on the report. "Can I get tested again?"

The doctor nodded. "You can. You just need to pay the fee again for another test. But there shouldn’t be any issue with the result. You young people need to learn to protect yourselves."

Holly Winslow walked out of the consultation room and said to Mortimer Quincy, "I have AIDS." She showed him the medical report as she spoke.

Mortimer Quincy glanced at it, his brow furrowed. "Impossible. Let’s get you tested again."

They had a check-up every year. And even though they’d never been tested for this specific thing, there was no way Holly Winslow could have it.

Holly Winslow nodded. ’Could it be?’ she thought. ’Did I cheat on him behind his back?’

As she thought this, she said it out loud. "Honey, I might have cheated on you behind your back."

Mortimer Quincy lightly rapped her on the head and said meaningfully, "You have the energy to cheat?"

"You can barely get out of bed as it is."

Holly Winslow: "..."

After that, they both got tested for AIDS again. Holly Winslow was sure Mortimer Quincy didn’t need to, but he paid the fees for both of them anyway.

It was a single test, and the results would be ready in two hours.

Mortimer Quincy had expected Holly Winslow to be at least a little panicked and was about to offer some words of comfort, but then he saw her chatting in the "Fairy Chat Group." The content was as follows: "I just tested positive for AIDS, but Quincy the Puppy didn’t. What kind of trashy soap opera plot is this?"

Anna Willow: Hahahaha.

Iris Kensington: Hahahaha.

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He would never understand the creature known as ’woman’.

Anna Willow: Holly, for real?

Holly Winslow sent them a photo of the report: "See? I don’t believe it either. Did I sleep with Scumbag Shaw in a dream or something?"

Scumbag Shaw was the male lead in a novel who got AIDS because he was a womanizer, and later the female lead got it too.

Mortimer Quincy’s brow twitched.

Anna Willow: ...

Iris Kensington: I had some words of comfort ready, but now I’m holding them back.

Anna Willow: Where are you? I’m coming to find you, Holly.

Iris Kensington: I’m buying a ticket. Holly, with us here, nothing is a problem.

AIDS itself would be so scared of us it’d run away.

Holly Winslow couldn’t help but laugh out loud: "Don’t come yet. Wait until the results are out. But you could bring me a cup of milk tea."

Anna Willow: No problem! I’ll treat you to ten cups, easy. Where are you?

Holly Winslow sent her location.

Iris Kensington privately messaged Anna Willow and transferred her 100 yuan: "Anna, get Holly some milk tea. Let me know when the results are in."

Anna Willow: "Okay, I’m on my way to Holly now."

About half an hour later, Anna Willow appeared before Holly Winslow carrying several cups of milk tea. She said with a grin, "Holly, your favorite milk tea has arrived."

She sized her up for a moment. Holly seemed to be in good spirits, even playing a game on her phone. "..."

She asked, "How much longer until the results are out?"

"Another hour."

Holly Winslow shamelessly accepted the milk tea and handed a cup to Mortimer Quincy.

Anna Willow said comfortingly, "The test must be wrong. Handsome Cousin isn’t Scumbag Shaw."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

’What the hell is a Scumbag Shaw?’

Holly Winslow couldn’t help but chuckle.

An hour later, the results came back. Negative.

Mortimer Quincy took both reports to the doctor. After realizing the mistake, the doctor apologized profusely. Mortimer didn’t press the issue, only reminding them not to make such a mistake again.

Outside the hospital, Anna Willow whispered to Holly Winslow, "Holly, Handsome Cousin is pretty amazing. He wasn’t flustered at all by this. Any other guy would’ve probably started a fight by now."

Holly Winslow glanced at Mortimer Quincy beside her. ’Why wasn’t I scared? Probably because I knew that even if it were true, he wouldn’t abandon me.’

She said smugly, "That’s called charm. Holly Winslow’s charm."

Anna Willow clicked her tongue twice, wiggling her eyebrows and grinning mischievously. "The kind of charm that makes Handsome Cousin unable to stop himself?"

Holly Winslow said with mock disgust, "This isn’t the bus to kindergarten. I want to get off."

"Everyone knows that Anna Willow’s bus only goes to college," Anna Willow said smugly.

Holly Winslow grinned. "Does Zeke Zane know? Should I give him a heads-up?"

Anna Willow: ...

"Why did you guys get a check-up, anyway?"

"You’ll find out tomorrow," Holly Winslow said, keeping it a secret.

Anna Willow joked, "Don’t tell me you’re getting married, hahahaha. Uncle Winslow would probably break your legs."

Holly Winslow said, "If he’s going to break anyone’s legs, it’ll be Mortimer Quincy’s. I’m not worried at all."

That evening, Holly Winslow started searching for her household registration book but couldn’t find it. She had seen it in the cabinet just yesterday. She looked over at Mortimer Quincy, who was lying in bed reading a book.

She knew he had taken it without even having to ask.

She went to the bathroom, put on a face mask, and then came out and lay comfortably on Mortimer Quincy’s lap, pretending not to know. "How come my household registration book is gone?"

"The Civil Affairs Bureau ’stole’ it." Mortimer Quincy knew he couldn’t hide it from her, not that he had intended to.

Holly Winslow snorted. "I think someone forced it on the Civil Affairs Bureau. They didn’t even want it, but a certain someone insisted on shoving it at them."

"My wife is wise and brilliant. Your husband here fought tooth and nail to shove it at them. I even warned them to hurry up and give us the little red book, or I’d make them regret it." Mortimer Quincy put down his book to talk to her.

Holly Winslow couldn’t help but laugh. "Oh? Aren’t you afraid you’ll be squatting in a jail cell tomorrow, hubby?"

"If it’s the prison of marriage, I’ll gladly squat for a lifetime." Mortimer Quincy squeezed the soft flesh of her waist.

Holly Winslow laughed for a bit, then suddenly let out a sigh. "We’re getting married again."

"Yeah. I’m getting married to my wife again."

Then, Mortimer Quincy asked seriously, "Wife, do you still have any regrets?"