[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu":3,"chapter-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-22":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Stealing the Role in 1995 Huayu",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2321011,4540,"Chapter 22","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen looked at Zhou Shulan’s serious expression and finally realized it was all because of this—he couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his past life, every time they met, she pushed him to find a girlfriend and get married, but now she was suddenly suspicious—this was just…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, you’ve got it all wrong—I’m not dating anyone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why did you suddenly start learning to cook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…” Wu Yuchen felt deeply wronged—he’d just wanted to show filial piety, and now even cooking a meal made her suspicious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly admired those past-life transmigrators who could fool others after inhabiting new bodies; here he was, reborn into his own body, and still dumb enough to be interrogated by his mother over something this trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen spotted Wu Jianping, silent beside him, and a sudden idea struck him: “Mom, you’re right—I did go learn to cook, but not to find a girlfriend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For Dad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Shulan turned to look at her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jianping, who had been silent, froze, his chewing halting mid-bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he swallowed hard, eyes wide, and asked: “For me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen nodded, then smiled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, do you remember what I asked you for before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Asked me for?” Wu Jianping thought hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean about writing and publishing a novel?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jianping recalled—he’d heard his son mention it a month ago, but he’d assumed it was just a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! Dad, you’ve eaten my cooking—can’t you just eat it for free?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jianping chewed his lips, put down his chopsticks, and thought before saying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chenchen, it’s not that I won’t agree to you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Writing a novel isn’t something you can just do—it takes too much energy, and I don’t have the ability to construct stories.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, you can’t construct stories, but I can!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll tell you the story, you write it down—we’ll collaborate, and use a pen name: ‘Father and Son on the Battlefield’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen clapped his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was right—Wu Yuchen didn’t plan to write it himself; he wanted his father, Wu Jianping, to write it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Wu Jianping had been a soldier and seemed rough, he actually had a real talent for writing—he’d personally chosen the publishing house among several options when he left the military.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least Wu Yuchen knew his own writing couldn’t match his father’s. His own prose was merely above average—he could manage a screenplay, but he had no illusion he could write a novel that truly captivated readers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes talent really matters: the same story outline, given to different people, could become vivid and alive in one hand, and dull and lifeless in another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father, Wu Jianping, was one of those with a strong pen—his prose was realistic and detailed, his character portrayals incisive, naturally carrying a simple yet comforting style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, his father had been a soldier, fought on the battlefield, had seen blood, and lived through special historical eras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted his father to write the kind of novels that were about to become wildly popular—the military and historical genre, like “Sword of Valor,” “The Sky of History,” “Blood Romanticism.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Wu Yuchen telling the story and Wu Jianping writing it, there’d be no risk of being accused of plagiarism or inconsistent style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Wu Jianping’s life experiences would let him render these stories with far more depth than Wu Yuchen ever could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to becoming a literary thief himself—exhausting and laborious—Wu Yuchen felt it was far easier and more rewarding to cultivate his father into a famous writer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if this worked, the money problem would be solved too. Honestly, in today’s China, making movies or even TV dramas might not earn as much as writing one best-selling novel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You tell stories, I write? ‘Father and Son on the Battlefield’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jianping was genuinely stunned by his son’s suggestion, then chuckled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chenchen, don’t think I’m discouraging you, but constructing a long novel’s story isn’t that easy…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jianping knew his son’s abilities well—he’d never shown any strong creative talent in writing since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, don’t underestimate me—I just never took it seriously before. I’ve got a screenplay written right here—take a look at my story. If you think it’s good, we’ve got a deal on the novel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen rose to get the screenplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Shulan grabbed him again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey hey hey, can’t this wait till after dinner?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she glanced at her husband, who was smiling, and muttered resentfully to Wu Yuchen:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve cooked for you all these years for nothing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what are you talking about? Doesn’t it make any difference whether he cooks for me or you? You’re not missing a bite—you’re just jealous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jianping picked up a chopstick of food to put in his wife’s bowl; she pulled her bowl away, pouting:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got my own hands. Hmph. Acting humble after getting the advantage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen instantly understood his mother’s mood—he quickly piled several more bites into Zhou Shulan’s bowl himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression softened, and she ate happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jianping and Wu Yuchen exchanged a glance—women!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, in the room, Wu Jianping finished reading the screenplay “Car 44” and stared at his son in surprise: “Did you really write this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The story was short, but exceptionally well-written—full of drama, tension, and depth, leaving a lasting impression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it’s real! I’ve already shot the film—I’ve been busy with this whole thing, and now I’ve got post-production ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad, how’s it? You promised!” Wu Yuchen emphasized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, and holding the screenplay, Wu Jianping finally believed his son’s claim about making a movie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jianping looked at his son—this boy had only been in college for two months; how had he suddenly become so capable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could university really be this powerful in nurturing talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—that didn’t make sense; his own workplace hired college graduates every year, and they were all ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jianping thought hard but couldn’t figure it out—he could only conclude his son’s talent had simply gone unnoticed before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wu Jianping shook his head: “Chenchen, I can’t help you with this. If you have this talent, you should write it yourself—writing skills can be improved with practice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parents think deeply for their children’s future—Wu Yuchen understood his father’s meaning: if you have talent and passion, you should cultivate it yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wu Yuchen knew he wasn’t a genius—trying to become a writer would be exhausting and inefficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, among all artistic creation, my ambition isn’t to be a writer—it’s to be a director!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want to devote all my energy to learning directing, not improving my prose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now inspiration has struck—I feel if I don’t turn this story into something now, it’ll be a waste!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want to quickly draft an outline and detailed structure, and then you write it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dad, I’m not joking—I’m serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Yuchen looked earnestly at his father.\u003C\u002Fp>",1143,"2026-06-20T16:09:29.273Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ce4c9c133b84918256c2356bd7d9d0093e5d55cad5ab3fadf1bce424fef10c5d","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-23","starting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-chapter-21",335,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-stealing-the-role-in-1995-huayu-cover.jpg"]