Marrying the Paralyzed Young Master

Chapter 120: Mom (3)

When Dean Yon's father died, the children were all given a portion of his share. Even though they do not have the right to participate in the management of the company, they can still receive dividends which if summed up are of tremendous value.

Although Daniel Yon was cold, he would never persecute his brothers. Although Dean Yon was young, his net worth was as high as any other.

"No, it's not about the money." It was only when Dean Yon offended this that Maria Lan remembered what she had wanted to ask Dean Yon before. He looked at his Son maliciously as he said, "This matter is about your Brother-in-law. Mom wants to know about him. Mama wants you to give her more attention to investigate her."

Dean Yon's gaze instantly turned cold. He raised his head to look at his greedy and jealous looking Mama. It was the first time he had seen his mother like that.

"Why are you staring at Mama like that?" Maria Lan pursed her lips in disdain and said, "Mama didn't ask you to do anything heavy, it's just a simple matter. Don't tell me you don't want to help Mama with this little problem?"

"Ma." Dean Yon lowered his head and suddenly said, "Dean is not happy to study at this school. Dean wants to change schools."

"What's? Moving schools? Did someone incite you to do that!?" Maria Lan raised her voice and got angry. "Do you want to go to a prestigious private school like your brothers and sisters? Who instigated you to move? Hah, don't tell me that person is your sister-in-law? Mama's right, right?"

"No!" Dean Yon denied it. "Nobody incited Dean, and Dean didn't want to go to a prestigious private school like the other brothers. Dean just doesn't like the current school environment, that's why!"

"Why do you think about moving on that stupid excuse? Dean Yon, do you know how much effort Mama put into getting you into this school?" Maria Lan refused firmly. He didn't listen to Dean Yon's reasoning at all. "Mama did this for your own good. The school is very close to where my mother lives. If Mama wants to find you, Mama can come to this place at any time. Isn't that nice? Mama won't allow to make the transfer!"

Maria Lan could only feel at ease if she could keep Dean Yon in a place where she could see and control him. Dean Yon wanted to say something, but he suddenly lost interest in continuing to speak. There is no point in arguing with a stone. "All right, Dean gets it, Ma." He lowered his head. The deafening sound of the school bell rang out in his ears, "It's time to get into class. Mama, Dean go first."

After saying that, he ignored Maria Lan and walked to the school gate without turning back even once. Maria Lan stomped her feet furiously and cursed several times with a ferocious expression. His irritated appearance caught the attention of the security guards at the entrance. He stopped and cursed several times in his heart before turning around to leave.

Class feels empty. Each student sat upright and obediently in their seat. They held their breaths and stared at their books attentively, afraid they would make a sound. Their Class Guardian was a middle-aged woman wearing black-framed glasses. He had a bloated figure and sparse black hair. The wrinkle on his face made him appear more resolute and conservative.

"See what time is it? What time does school start, heh!?" Class Guardian Chen scolded, "You all are ninth grade students now. Did you cover your ears to what Mom had said about coming to school a little earlier?!" Dean Yon lowered his head and said nothing

"Currently, you don't have to attend class this time. Go and stand outside!" Class Mayor Chen chilled, "Then, before school ends, hand over a thousand words of self-reflection letter to Mother. Do you hear me, Dean Yon!?"

"I'm listening, Buk!" Dean Yon stopped and stood in front of the classroom door. She placed the school bag on the floor while biting her lips. There was a folding knife in his bag, realizing this, his brain continuously whispered what if he took the knife and stabbed everyone who made him angry.

"What do you all see? Do you all want to be punished too?!" Class guardian Chen yells at the student in the class who sees Dean Yon. They were so afraid of him that they quickly retracted their gazes and sat down obediently.

After the long lesson ended and Class Guardian Chen left, the students rushed out like birds fleeing from their cages. The classroom was once again crowded with noise. Dean Yon leaned over to pick up the school bag that was placed on the floor, somehow he could resist his killing intent again today. At this moment, a pair of dirty sneakers stepped on his bag. A rude voice sounded, "Oh. So, even students with good grades will be late for school. What next are you gonna start ditching? Ahaha!"

Dean Yon raised his head. Their high school has strict rules regarding students' hairstyles and clothing. Boys are not allowed to dye their hair or curl their hair. That guy's wearing a school uniform. She has a buzz cut haircut and is still a teenager, but she is tall and hoarse, her puberty carving is perfect.

The silly boy who knew nothing about the cruel world was staring at Dean Yon provocatively. "What do you want, Raymon Pattinson? Move over!" Dean Yon looked at him calmly as if he had gotten used to his attitude. "What is the meaning of this rude act of yours?"

"What the hell are you saying? How could we dare to do anything to students with good grades, right?' Raymon Pattinson and the friends behind him laughed out loud.

"Dean Yon, I heard you were stopped by your mother at the school gate again today. Did she?" Raymon Pattinson grinned and reached out a finger to grab the school bag on the ground. "I was wondering why there was such a strong old man smell. So, that's because you got it from your naughty mother? Ahhaha!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, just, I hate this smell. Yes, the smell of promiscuity. Ahhhhhhh!" He grabbed Dean Yon's school bag and threw it on the ground. "For the sake of health and safety together, as a good friend, I will help you take care of this crime-contaminated school bag for free. Be thankful!"