Am I an Evil God? What a Joke!

My name is Chen Yuan. It's not enough for me to bleed for the New World, they want me to shed tears! They think I'm an evil god! —— "Half of those horrible, disgusting mutants carry your genes! Our director of special operations! Mr. Chen Yuan! How do you want to explain this?" Chen Yuan was very irritable. This was not his fault. It was just a mutant. Isn't it normal to have his own genes? The noisy voices in his mind confused Chen Yuan. "Get rid of her! How dare you openly accuse you!" "So cute! It must be delicious!" "You shouldn't want to do it! Let me ravage her!" Chen Yuan's closed eyes trembled slightly, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore. "Shut up! I am the owner of this body!" Realizing something was wrong, Chen Yuan opened his eyes, looked at the stunned crowd, and then focused on that beautiful face. "Stop making trouble, wife." "Also, it's not you I just talked about. Do you believe it?"