Why Do I, the Esteemed Bureau Chief, Have to Work Overtime Too?

I thought the biggest challenge of my life would be explaining to the girls back home that I only wanted to marry eight or ten of them.

So I set my sights on the Far East.

I'd heard the girls there were gentle, and with my status, I'd be treated like an emperor once I got there.

I'd have one girl on my left and another on my right.

There'd be so many kids at home that even three nannies wouldn't be able to keep up. We'd need a wide-angle lens for family photos during the holidays.

Just imagining it was enough to make me happy.

Then I cheerfully took the appointment letter issued by the five major powers and headed to the Far East to take up my post.

First year: working overtime.

Second year: still working overtime.

Third year: working myself to death.

I used to dream of a life with a beautiful wife by my side and children gathered around my knees.

But reality was my phone ringing at three in the morning, and me rushing out before I could even get dressed properly.

I used to think I was going there to be an emperor.

Who could have guessed that three years later, the three thousand beauties of my imagined harem would turn into three thousand case files on my desk?

The cozy family life I'd imagined became reports and spreadsheets that kept me up until I was bald.

That boy who once swore he would marry eighteen wives...

Now his greatest wish every day is for his phone to stop ringing in the middle of the night so he can get a decent night's sleep.

There's one thing I still can't figure out.

I came here to enjoy the good life.

How did I end up as the highest-ranking workaholic in the entire Far East?!

P.S. Crossover setting, with multiple female leads.