Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute
Chapter 632 Don’t Get Angry Yet

Chapter 632: Chapter 632 Don’t Get Angry Yet

"Mr. Wan..." Zhao Xinlan’s eyes reddened with emotion, she gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Wan, I won’t shift the blame onto you. Shen Mianmian stealing money is a fact, we simply told the truth. It’s the principal of No. 3 Middle School who is to blame, they are protecting a thief."

Mr. Wan is so kind, how could she betray him?

Just like that, she’s moved to tears? Zhou Siyu felt a wave of contempt in her heart, but she said along, "Right, Mr. Wan, it’s not your fault, it’s the principal of No. 3 Middle School who is being unreasonable and protecting their own. If they put all the blame on you and you get fired from the school, what will you do? You won’t be able to teach for the rest of your life."

"You don’t have to worry about me," Wan Dongcheng said with a smile. "I never wanted to be a teacher in the first place. I won’t hide it from you, my real dream is to do business, make a lot of money. Teaching is just something I’m doing to pass the time."

Wan Dongcheng didn’t mention anything about getting divorced—once other people found out, they wouldn’t respect him as much as they do now, thinking he has no backing.

As for the school firing him, the chances were slim, unless the Li Family had spoken to the school. However, given Li Julin’s character, he probably wouldn’t stoop to pulling strings with the school.

Hearing him say this, Zhou Siyu pretended to be obedient, "Mr. Wan, since that’s the case, we will listen to you later."

Zhao Xinlan still looked somewhat unwilling but didn’t say anything.

"Alright," Wan Dongcheng waved them off, "Go inside!"

In the No. 2 Middle School office, Principal Wang’s face darkened upon hearing Principal Yang’s account. This Wan Dongcheng, having only taught for a few months and relying on his father-in-law being a professor at No. 1 Middle School, always acted arrogantly. Not many teachers at the school liked him, and it was already bad enough that he acted this way at No. 2 Middle School, let alone that he had secretly taken students to No. 3 Middle School to cause trouble.

After stewing for a while, he then turned his attention to Shen Mianmian—previously he had even made a trip to the Shen Family, hoping that Shen Mianmian would attend No. 2 Middle School. But as soon as he mentioned he was the principal of No. 2 Middle School, her mother chased him out.

That had angered him so much that he never visited the Shen Family again. It was his first time seeing Shen Mianmian, and he had expected that a student who excelled academically would exude a scholarly aura and be somewhat dull—not the sort to attend No. 3 Middle School. Yet contrary to his expectations, her eyes were lively and clear, she seemed clever and quick-witted.

It was a pity her mother was so unreasonable, otherwise, when he first met her, he would have spent more effort to persuade her to attend No. 2 Middle School.

When Principal Yang saw that after listening to him Principal Wang did not take a stand and instead kept looking at Shen Mianmian, his thoughts of poaching talent clearly reflected in his gaze, his expression darkened and he said unhappily, "Principal Wang, I’m discussing a matter regarding a teacher from No. 2 Middle School with you, and you haven’t taken a position on it. Instead, you keep staring at our No. 3 Middle School student—what’s that supposed to mean?"

In his eyes, Shen Mianmian was the face of No. 3 Middle School, a treasure as precious as a national heirloom, and seeing someone else show interest brought out his protective instincts.

"Principal Yang, please don’t be angry," Principal Wang snapped out of his reverie with a smile, "Regarding what you’ve said, I need to verify it with Mr. Wan. After all, these are just your side of the story, I can’t jump to conclusions."

Although he knew the incident was most likely true, if he admitted the mistake made by Wan Dongcheng, it would be the equivalent of admitting the fault of a teacher from his school. He, of course, couldn’t readily acknowledge something that could negatively impact the school.