Wang Dong'er: I Won't Let You Have Your Way

He would disregard everything for Tang Wutong.

What about the college? It's not important.

Whether my comrades live or die? It doesn't matter.

The future of the Spirit Pagoda? The survival of the Soul Beast? The safety of the continent? None of it matters.

As long as Tang Wutong is safe, as long as he can be with Tang Wutong, he doesn't care if the sky falls.

This was exactly the effect Tang San wanted.

The most useful piece is one that is capable but lacks ambition and whose heart is only filled with affection for one's children.

Don't be afraid of him rebelling, don't be afraid of him losing control. As long as you keep an eye on his mind, he won't dare to go west if you tell him to go east.

And that string is Tang Wutong.

Is it pathetic?

Tang Wutong thought she was in love, that she had met her true love, and that she had gained love and growth through her experience in the mortal realm.

In reality, her fate was already predetermined from the moment she was born.

Who she will meet, who she will fall in love with, what she will experience, and who she will ultimately return to the Divine Realm with—it's all in Tang San's script.

But she was unaware of it.

She's not living; she's acting.

She is not Tang Wutong; she is merely the female lead in Tang San's story, a character specifically chosen to be paired with the male lead, Huo Yuhao.

What's even more ironic?

Tang San couldn't even bear to give Huo Yuhao the "complete Tang Wutong".

He divided Tang Wutong's Divine Sense into three parts: one part in Wang Dong'er, one part in Wang Qiu'er, and one part hidden away.

Why?

Because he wanted to test Huo Yuhao.

He wanted to see just how much Huo Yuhao loved his daughter and how far he was willing to go for her.

He wanted to hone Huo Yuhao's feelings to the point where he was completely controlled by them and could no longer have any other thoughts.

The pain of Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er? Huo Yuhao's struggle? Those heart-wrenching separations of life and death?

In Tang San's eyes, that was no big deal.

That's just a necessary procedure for testing the pieces.

My daughter's happiness?

Stop joking.

For a chess player, is the feeling of the chess pieces important? Is the feeling of the rope important?

As long as the game can be won, as long as the goal can be achieved, what does sacrificing a little personal affection matter?

In the end, once her memories are restored, Tang Wutong will still be that obedient daughter, she will still stand on his side, and she will still feel that everything her father did was for her own good.

As for the pain, struggle, and turmoil of those middle years?

It's all in the past anyway.

This is Tang San's fatherly love.

Grand, meticulous, everything is under control.

The only problem is that this fatherly love never involved asking Tang Wutong whether she was willing.

Would she be willing to have her memories erased and be thrown into the mortal realm?

Would she be willing to have her life split into three parts to test a man?

Would she want her love to be a meticulously planned deception from the very beginning?

Does she want her existence to be essentially just a rope, a tool, a prop used to hold a chess piece in her father's hands?

Tang San won't ask.

Why do chess players ask the pieces what they're thinking?

A chess piece only needs to stay in its proper place and play its proper role; that's enough.

Does it matter whether the chess pieces feel pain or happiness?

In any case, if she's given a "happy ending" in the end, and she ascends to the Divine Realm with the male protagonist, living a life of divine bliss, she should be grateful.

Right?

What a perfect script.

Unfortunately, no matter how perfect a script is written, there will always be a day when someone turns it over to the other side.

If the chess pieces developed their own thoughts, and the rope developed its own will, could the game of chess still proceed according to Tang San's plan?

I have no idea.

But I know that no one with dignity would be willing to continue acting out a script written by someone else after discovering that their entire life has been written by someone else.

Tang Wutong is indeed Tang San's daughter.

But first and foremost, she is herself.

If she were to learn the truth one day, what would she choose?

Will I continue to be a compliant pawn in my father's hands, or will I personally overturn the game? I'm quite looking forward to it.

Shrek Cafeteria.

The figure by the window remained motionless.

Wang Dong'er lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes obscuring the emotions within them; only her clenched, white knuckles betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Divine Sense is divided into three parts.

Wang Dong'er, Wang Qiu'er.

Those blurry fragments of memory, which seemed not to belong to me, were not an illusion.

It turns out that those bizarre dreams she occasionally had weren't dreams at all.

Her life, from the moment she descended to earth, was preordained.

Her original plan was to come to the Shrek Academy, meet Huo Yuhao Huo Yuhao, fall in love with him, cry for him, laugh for him, and give everything for him—all of which were within Tang San's calculations.

What she thought was an unforgettable love was nothing more than a plot written in her father's script.

What she perceived as freedom and experience was nothing more than moving to an even bigger cage.

"Rope..."

Wang Dong'er chuckled softly, her laughter tinged with an indescribable sadness and mockery.

It turns out she wasn't even a chess piece.

Even chess pieces have their own place and their own function.

And her? She was just a rope, a rope used to tie Huo Yuhao to the chessboard.

A rope doesn't need to have thoughts or feelings; it just needs to be strong enough to hold something.

How ridiculous!

She has lived for so many years, and been proud for so many years. She Young Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect Shrek, and the daughter of the Sea God of the Divine Realm.

In the end, she was just a tool.

"Tang San."

She uttered the name softly, her voice so low it sounded as if squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a chilling edge.

What is there that a person wouldn't do, someone who would even use his own daughter as a pawn?

The death of Mu En, the mediocrity of Bei Bei and the others, Shrek's stagnation for ten thousand years, the near extinction of Soul Beast... how much of this was orchestrated by him?

Wang Dong'er slowly raised her head and looked in the direction of Sea God Lake.

The lake surface shimmered, reflecting the starry sky, a scene of breathtaking beauty.

But now, when she looks at this painting, she only feels disgusted.

Because she didn't know how many corpses were buried beneath this seemingly beautiful scene, or how much resentment was hidden within.

How many people's lives are arbitrarily painted and arranged by that unseen hand, leaving them unable to even ask a question about why?

"I won't let you have your way."

She spoke softly, her voice low, yet unusually firm.

No matter how grand a scheme Tang San devised, no matter how perfect his plan was, she was determined to destroy it with her own hands.

She is indeed Tang Wutong.

But first and foremost, she is Wang Dong'er.

Wang Dong'er is someone with her own joys and sorrows, her own pride, and her own bottom line.

It's not anyone's rope.

It's not anyone's prop.

She's not some predictable female lead in someone's script.

In another timeline, her life was meticulously planned, but in this timeline, the existence of Lin Ye and the Diary Copy allowed her to learn the truth.

"Then, this time the script won't let you have your way, my God King father."