Number Two

They were the creator of countless civilizations, and the waterborne flower that countless civilizations had desperately sought, though it had withered in ancient times. Reading this line, this description, Ye Wenjia, who had been taking orders and showing off: Oh, come on! Who would believe that my flop of a novel came true, and that my daughters and sons, along with their whole clan, fell in love with me (??)? The leaders smiled. We don't get it either. This was supposed to be a serious story about national and interstellar conquest, so how did it turn into a romance? It must be something wrong with the novel you wrote! (Certain.) And as it turned out, there really was something wrong with the novel Ye Wenjia had written. - Ye Wenjia (bristling with fury): You can insult my character, but you can't insult my work! How could such an excellent work have anything wrong with it? (?`⊿?)? A certain records officer was even angrier than him (face twisted): Whose protagonist gets betrayed by their parents, siblings, and subordinates, gets stabbed by their father, then their subordinate, then their sibling? Another adjutant (bristling): Whose protagonist has his wife smashed to pieces by a car, then turned into a dried corpse before her bones are even cold? Even Jin Yong wasn't as twisted as you, come on! Another chief research supervisor (expressionless): Whose protagonist loses his brothers and his beloved, then gets betrayed by the only faith he has, and abandoned by the people he spent his life protecting? If your psychological evaluation hadn't come back completely normal, I really would have suspected something was wrong with you! The liaison officer reminded him: Allow me to point out that if we hadn't stopped him, you'd have been beaten to death the moment your "eldest son" found you. Ye Wenjia: "..." Fine, you win. A certain chief equipment officer smiled as he summed up: So, thanks to you, not only has our world turned into a romance, it has also become a love-hate relationship, a "chasing your son to the crematorium" story x a melodramatic tale about how to kill your scumbag dad. Scumbag Dad Ye Wenjia wiped the sweat from his forehead. "No, no, no. At least one of my sons loves me." The chief strategist snorted and shook his head. "Are you talking about that tyrant? The latest news is that, to keep you from withering again, he's prepared a ten-thousand-meter crystal coffin made of ice. He's going to freeze you inside it so you'll 'last for all eternity.'" Ye Wenjia turned to stone. Can this world ever be okay again?! (Flips table and bristles) ▲ This blurb is just for venting. There is no romance in the main plot. ▲ I wrote this story to relieve stress, so the writing will be very casual. Theme: Everything has its own rules. We must move forward in accordance with the rules and development of all things.