Chapter 138 Don't talk nonsense in anger; you can't even handle an 800-word essay.
Wen Yuanyuan died before reaching the halfway point of his voyage.
As soon as she took her not-so-ladylike steps, her father turned his cane around and hooked the handle around the back of her neck.
Wen Yao was like a kitten whose fate was controlled, lured back by a cane.
Fortunately, she wasn't completely without options; at least she still had one path left: death.
Wen Yao licked her lips, her smile shy, "What's wrong, my dear daddy~"
Mr. Wen sneered, "I haven't finished speaking yet, where do you think you're going?"
Wen Yao almost blurted out the words "in your heart" at an inopportune moment.
She looked down and reflected, "8848, cheesy pickup lines have become too much of a part of my life."
"If this continues, I'll eventually become a human dictionary of cheesy pickup lines. It's time to cut ties with them."
8848: [What a satisfying and thorough severing of ties.]
Hearing the sarcasm in 8848's mechanical voice, Wen Yao was somewhat displeased. She frowned slightly, and her father caught her doing so.
When Wen Yao lowered her head and looked ashamed, her father thought she knew she was wrong, but she raised her head in just a couple of seconds and looked defiant.
The father's anger, which had not yet subsided, flared up again. He slammed his cane on the ground and shouted, "You're still not convinced?"
Wen Yao looked at her father blankly and murmured, "This is parquet flooring custom-made from Italy, Dad, don't use so much force."
Why are you still thinking about these few broken floorboards at a time like this? Father Wen once again concluded that his children were all a debt to him.
If we follow Wen Yao's pace, we won't get to the point in 800 years. He took a deep breath and said, "Go pack your things and come home with us tonight. We'll go to the sanatorium together tomorrow."
Wen's father realized he was wrong. When he was raising Wen Yuan, he was in the prime of his career and couldn't devote much energy to it. But Wen Yuan lived up to his expectations and didn't cause him any trouble.
When Wen Yao was born, he felt a lot of fatherly love and gave Wen Yao more attention and education.
But that might not be enough at all.
Normal education cannot correct Wen Yao's congenital deformity; he should teach according to his aptitude and invest more time and energy.
He was too busy with work before to do this, but now that he's retired, he has plenty of time to educate Wen Yao.
He refused to believe he couldn't be brought back to his senses before he went into his coffin!
Their quirky thought processes are beyond saving, but they can still be instilled with the spirit of self-reliance and self-improvement.
Wen Yao's face was full of resistance, "I don't want to!"
Mr. Wen pretended not to see it and replied in a strong voice, "It's okay if you don't want to pack your luggage. The sanatorium has all the daily necessities. You can buy the rest again."
Seeing her father's determined expression, Wen Yao couldn't understand how a small joke could have escalated to this point.
"Dad, why did you take me away? Do you want me and Fu Jinzhi to separate for two years and then get a divorce?"
Fu Jinzhi's pupils contracted slightly. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Yao's hand, his expression extremely firm.
Even Wen Yao's parents cannot take her away from him; Wen Yao said she would take responsibility for him.
Wen Yao patted his hand to comfort him, and their eyes met, filled with deep affection.
Wen's mother couldn't help but snatch Wen's father's cane and lightly patted his back, saying, "Are you the Queen Mother of the West? Or is breaking up young couples your achievement? Look how scared you've made the child."
Mr. Wen had a stern face and his voice was full of displeasure. "I never said I wanted to break them up. I just wanted to take Wen Yao away and educate her properly."
Wen Yao peeked out and asked, "I'm already so old, what else do you want to teach me?"
Father Wen snorted lightly, his tone neither warm nor cold, "I'll teach you to be independent and self-reliant."
Wen Yao opened her almond-shaped eyes slightly. In her previous life, she had been so independent and self-reliant that she died. In this life, couldn't she even take a break during a mission?
Wen Yao took a deep breath, her eyes full of seriousness, "Dad, actually I'm quite independent and self-reliant."
Mr. Wen let out another cold laugh, "A self-reliant, full-time housewife?"
Wen Yao blinked. "I became a freelancer in a place unknown to others."
Wen's father: "I only see that you are free, but I don't see you working."
You think you can underestimate me?
Wen Yao was now genuinely resentful, her pupils flashing with anger. "I'm already a web novel author!"
Now it was Wen's father and mother's turn to be shocked. Others might not know, but as parents, didn't they know?
Wen Yao's Chinese language scores were terrible. She would go off-topic six or seven times out of ten when writing essays, and even if she guessed the topic correctly the remaining few times, what she wrote was still a mess.
One article, "Looking Up at the Stars vs. Keeping Your Feet on the Ground," was even posted on the back blackboard as a negative example.
Wen's father and parents still remember the embarrassment of the parent-teacher meeting, and the thought of that essay still makes their scalps tingle.
Looking up at the stars and keeping your feet on the ground actually reveal a unified truth: there should be moderation in everything you do.
Looking up at the starry sky for too long can cause neck stiffness and pain; if you're unlucky, you might even develop frozen shoulder.
If you stand on solid ground for too long, your feet will hurt, especially if you love wearing high heels.
...
Now, Wen Yao, who struggled to write essays and even produced a "masterpiece," claims to be writing novels online?
Too shocked to contain his anger, Wen's father's anger vanished. His lips trembled as he said, "Don't talk nonsense. You can't even handle an 800-word essay. Online novels with a starting price of hundreds of thousands are not something you should be considering."
Wen Yao: "..."
Was the original owner's writing skill really that bad?
"A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation." Wen Yao said without changing his expression, "I have already serialized 80,000 words, and the reviews are overwhelmingly positive."
Although the public opinion was quite different from what she had initially envisioned.
Wen's mother covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.
My God, Wen Yao actually managed to write 80,000 words! What an incredible improvement!
Even if it's just a rambling account, it still captures the unattainable Wen Yao of high school—
At that time, she couldn't even come up with 800 words; she could only repeat herself endlessly.
Wen's mother: "Really? Yao Yao?"
Amidst the shocked expressions of Wen's parents, Wen Yao floated around, raising her chin with pride, "Of course, if you don't believe me, I can open the backstage and show you."
Wen's parents exchanged a glance and followed Wen Yao upstairs with some urgency.
Wen Yao opened the backstage area and showed it to her parents with a reserved air.
Wow, it really has over 80,000 words!
Wen's father couldn't believe his eyes. He grabbed the mouse, wanting to see what Wen Yao had written.
Memoirs of the Mad Genius and Madwoman
What is this?
Mr. Wen frowned and opened the chapter list, where he saw a series of strange titles.
Examples include: [Proposing to my best friend in front of her boyfriend], [My husband's secret hobby], [My rival's self-destructive path]...
Suddenly, Wen's father stopped looking at the title of the chapter, "[Chapter 12: Parents' Love is Also Crazy]", with a serious expression.
He suddenly had a bad feeling, and slowly moved his finger along the mouse, about to click on a chapter.
Wen Yao gasped, snapping out of her smugness. She waved Er Kang's hand:
"Dad, believe me, there's really nothing to see!"
How could her elders possibly see what she wrote?
Seeing Wen Yao's reaction, Wen's father became even more certain that the child was up to no good. He pushed Wen Yao aside and quickly opened the chapter.
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