It's Too Early to Get Divorced! [Interstellar]

I sat up in shock when I was dying of illness. The cannon fodder turned out to be myself. When Ming Yuanzhong woke up, he found that he had entered a holographic game and was at the scene of the crime of "secretly drugging Long Aotian's brother". Good news: The male protagonist of the game, Long Aotian, was born in his previous life when he spent tens of millions of krypton dollars and had a bald liver. Bad news: The good old man is the ultimate brother-controller, and he just slept with his son's favorite brother, parenthesis, and the crime failed. [System warning! Your Long Aotian cub is about to open a revenge script. Revenge? Me? ! The cold night spreads over my face, and my son's rebellion breaks my heart! Looking at his ex-husband with a flushed face on the bed, Ming Yuanzhong learned from the pain: Damn, this marriage is too early after all! As a top player, he instantly finalized the clearance strategy: 1. The cub cannot be crooked. 2. Brother Zai, the thigh of your ex-husband must be taken back again!   As long as your mind is willing to slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties! He made a prompt decision and threw himself into the commander's hot arms. His eyes were red and his voice was choked with sobs: "Husband, I understand. For the sake of our children's education... Let's remarry." Commander: "...?" --- Later, everyone in the galaxy knew that the rising star of the Federation who swept across the battlefield had a stern father who "hoped for his children to succeed." On the training ground, Long Aotian was trained to the point where he cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf. He tried to find his brother's protection, but was directly suppressed by Ming Yuanzhong: "What are you looking at? That's your brother, and I'm your father!" When the father saw that his son was still alive, he drew out seven wolves. "A kind brother is a loser! If you don't increase your physical fitness by two points today, your brother won't be able to enter the master bedroom tonight!" The commander on the side, who originally felt sorry for his younger brother and wanted to ask for mercy, heard this and silently retracted his stepped foot. Driven by the desire to survive, he gave his younger brother a loving look that said, "You ask for blessings, but I also want to protect myself." Long Aotian burst into tears: "Brother??? You don't care about him?!" The commander skillfully looked away and said in a deep tone: "Don't call me brother. Because you haven't practiced well. Your brother, I have been sleeping in the study for three days." [Summary in one sentence] Commander: Brother, please work harder, I want to sleep in the master bedroom. Long Aotian:? ? ? Ming Yuanzhong: As long as your ex-husband sleeps well, Aotian won't be able to practice well. --------Pre-received text------- Yan Sui, the first-generation federal intelligence agent, is commonly known as the pathfinder guinea pig who can die at any time. After three months of sneaking into the Empire, nine of his ten comrades were already hanging in the wind on the gallows in the Imperial Square. He politely crossed himself on his chest: "Everyone, go ahead. I'll take another route." As the only remaining seedling, Yan Sui escaped into the slums with a fatal injury.    Looking at the empty storage box, he calmly touched the equally dirty mental white cat next to him: "Choose, be killed by the empire or starve to death?" The white cat stared at him for three seconds, then swooped out of the window. Three hours later, the white cat left and came back. It pulled open Yan Sui's bloody coat and spat out a still jumping raw fish into his arms. The white cat's eyes were bright: Hurry up and eat, and then dad will buy more. Yan Sui: "... Thank you, Dad." In order to prevent the dying master from dying on the spot, his spiritual body, which had always been cold and aloof, seemed to have awakened some kind of incredible hidden gene. In desperation, it realized. Day 1: It turned over its belly and acted cute on the street, and successfully brought back a piece of bread. The next day: It hugged the peddler's thigh, and with a squeaking sound of its clamp, it rubbed back a large piece of sausage. Day 3: This skill of begging can be mastered right from the beginning. This time it was even more outrageous. It returned a large number of high-end cans and a roll of medical bandages with the label "Specially provided by the military". Yan Sui stared at the pile of military supplies with a very complicated expression: "... Where did you go to get food?" The white cat raised a paw and licked it proudly: "Meow." Yan Sui originally thought that this was the limit. Until the sixth day. He had a high fever, his mind was dazed, and he felt the extremely exciting common frequency fluctuations coming from his mental body. The door to the dark alley was pushed open, and his white cat happily dragged a large living person into the broken house with a piece of military uniform trouser leg between its teeth. The person who came had long legs, a straight military uniform, and the rank of Imperial Lieutenant Colonel on his shoulders. A living high-ranking official of an enemy country... Yan Sui silently slipped out the saber from his sleeve, preparing to die without any support. But he saw his white cat nuzzling the man's military boots skillfully, then running up to him, raising its paw, and patted the empty bowl on the ground. White cat: "Meow! Meow!" [I brought back my long-term meal ticket! Hit him quickly! ! Yan Sui: "...?" The imperial officer looked down at him condescendingly and sneered with unknown meaning: "My spirit body has been staying away day and night for the past few days. I even ate and took out and stole military supplies. It turns out that I was seduced by your cat." The man leaned forward and approached in a very oppressive manner: "Why, is it popular among guides nowadays to throw themselves into their arms in this way?" Yan Sui: "..." I'm not, I don't, please don't elevate the cat's personal behavior to that of the owner. The man made a deep sound, pierced a saber on the table, and took a picture of a mental body matching sheet: "Your cat and my spiritual body are a 99% match." "Since you, including humans and cats, are eating my things and using my things, then from today onwards, they all belong to me." "Sign and get married."    Yan Sui: "...?" The spineless white cat even took the initiative to pick up the pen and put it into his hand, with wet eyes: [Sign, you will be satisfied. Yan Sui was silent for three seconds. He didn't even have the energy to examine the cat now. Finally, he let go of the knife in his sleeve and obediently took the pen. "Okay, sir." It's time to find another way to break into the enemy:) --- Half a year later. From the Imperial Military Building, a lieutenant colonel's irritable roar came out: "I was tricked into getting married! He was not like this at all before he got married! What do you, the chief of internal affairs, do for a living? This is a major military marriage fraud, why don't you care?!" The Chief of Internal Affairs, who was scolded inexplicably, was speechless and choked: "No, it was you, the old man, who used a knife to force others to sign." A certain feudal father was so angry that the corners of his eyes were red: "You know nothing! I was jumped by an immortal! You have no idea how his spiritual body seduced me without any bottom line!" The Chief of Internal Affairs silently looked behind the lieutenant colonel. The legendary ancient ferocious beast standing with a sword in its mouth was holding a bag of top-quality freeze-dried food. He skillfully approached the white dumpling and even used the tip of his claws to help his cat open the bag. Chief of the Interior: ... Who seduced whom? Intention: Destiny is always more affectionate than you imagine.