All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body.

She opened her eyes, and a layer of sorrow, like a light veil of mist, veiled her beautiful eyes, yet it was still so captivating.

He turned and walked away, pondering his future livelihood.

The money An Qianxi gave him was enough to pay for his university tuition.

His grades are also good, so he can apply for scholarships or even student loans to reduce some of his fees.

And tomorrow... is my coming-of-age birthday.

Should I do that?

Gene matching.

A groundbreaking technology born to fundamentally eliminate genetic diseases and for the well-being of humankind.

Everyone has their genes entered, creating a vast and comprehensive national gene database. Furthermore, the national treasury provides free gene registration and matching services for newly adult men and women, matching them with the most scientifically and theoretically suitable partner to spend their life with.

The government will not interfere with or force two people to be in a relationship; it will simply provide the most perfect option based on genetic big data for the two people to choose from.

However, some statistics suggest that since the advent of gene matching systems, human physical condition, lifespan, and physical appearance have been continuously improving, and marital happiness has reached its highest level in history.

In short... there's no harm in doing it.

Even if I am truly as An Qianxi said—a cursed lone star.

Even if I do get matched, it'll probably be a bad woman just as awful as myself, right?

002 Maid

"Young Master, you're back."

Pushing open the door, the boy's gaze fell upon a maid kneeling on the cold, smooth floor of the cramped rented room, folding his clean clothes so they could fit into the small, square wardrobe at the bottom.

Jiang Tang's eyes were slightly drunk; he had actually drunk quite a bit.

It wasn't because of that "rent-a-boyfriend" job.

He was willing to shield her from harm.

With his tie loosened, Jiang Tang at this moment looked exactly like a spoiled brat, his eyes filled with the dejection brought on by a boring, playful life.

"I'm going to take a shower."

The last vestige of affection was given to the obedient and docile maid before him.

Ye Shixue, his maid, was the same age as him. She was an abandoned baby that the butler picked up at the door the year he was born.

Whatever the reason, whether it was humanitarianism or simply superstition, the fear that abandoning her again would bring bad luck to the newborn son in the family.

The Jiang family took in the girl, and she was adopted by a maid. With treatment and care, her weak and sickly body gradually improved.

However, she still suffered from a hidden ailment—her eyes.

The left eye has normal vision and appears as a pale golden amber color in sunlight.

However, the pupil of the right eye showed a lesion-like color, pink.

They experience stinging sensations in dim light and even when exposed to light, and their vision is extremely weak, but excellent in the dark.

She usually wears an eye patch on one side, treating everyone with humility and meekness, like an emotionless porcelain doll. She only comes alive in front of the young master, her heart filled with joy.

Her story with Jiang Tang began when she was very young.

At that time, Jiang Tang was arguably the kindest, gentlest, and most adorable little boy in the world, as well as the most handsome and dashing.

Compared to the dark, handsome man (Higanbana) who exudes a cold and gloomy aura today, he is completely at the two extremes of a scale.

Ye Shixue, who was taken in, had a very miserable childhood. She lived in the servants' dormitory and was subjected to cold looks and discrimination every day. She was ordered around by others.

Servants wear masks in front of guests and masters, which reveals a degree of repressed psychological abnormality and deep-seated inferiority complex.

But their way of relieving stress was to vent it all on this "abandoned baby, bastard" they had taken in.

He enslaved her, gaining a fleeting sense of pleasure in becoming a "superior person."

They bullied her, tore off her blindfold, mocked her diseased eye, and took pleasure in listening to her cry.

But they say, "The more you cry, the more we hate you, and it's your right to bully you."

Gradually, Ye Shixue learned to cry silently, suppressing her emotions so much that only large tears rolled down her cheeks.

This only fueled their discontent, and they began to abuse Ye Shixue.

At that time, Ye Shixue was not qualified to serve the young master; she was just an abandoned baby who was dispensable and might be abused to death one day without anyone knowing.

She never fantasized about being saved, because at that time she didn't even understand the meaning of the word "save".

But when she, her whole body wrapped in bandages, mustered up her courage for the first time and looked up from the laundry room where she was the only one being asked to do the laundry, she took a little break and gazed longingly at the budding flowers in the garden outside the window.

She was fortunate enough to witness a miracle.

The boy who chased after the butterflies was enough to make her feel incredibly inferior; he was more handsome than anyone else, anything at all.

She quickly lowered her head, afraid that he would see her "dirty" self.

Deep down, she felt that... such a handsome boy, a boy of similar age to herself, even seeing her reflection in his eyes was a desecration.

Tears welled up in my eyes again, falling silently into the laundry tub in front of me.

She didn't even have the courage to lift her eyes again and chase after the boy's retreating figure.

He hugged his knees, his shoulders trembling as he wept bitterly.

I clearly don't know why I'm crying.

Perhaps it was simply because she saw the light. A moth like her, living in darkness, might desperately fly towards a candle.

Let alone seeing a bright, shining sun.

But she knew that the candlelight could be extinguished, but the blazing sun was something she could never reach.

She just wanted to... cry alone for a while, and then continue being a little moth in the darkness, to continue—

"what are you doing here?"

"And... why are you crying?"

The boy carrying a net bag had somehow entered the laundry room, followed by several nervous-looking maids.

They dared not interrupt when the young master spoke, but they gave Ye Shixue a fierce look.

She dared not say anything, and as she stood up in terror, she accidentally knocked over a bucket of water.

She was like prey being watched by a wild beast, stiff and motionless. The spilled water splashed up and soaked her trousers and shoes. The unfriendly gazes of the maids and the cold sewage froze her heart.

Jiang Tang did not leave his feet, but simply watched the sewage overflow the soles of his shoes.

He blinked his intelligent eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, as if he had already understood something.

Then suddenly he made a shocking move.

He stepped forward and, without hesitation, grasped the girl's small, scarred hand.

"Come with me, I'll help you change your clothes."

No one dared to stop her, except for Ye Shixue, who stood there dumbfounded. Jiang Tang had no choice but to lean close to her ear and whisper something.

"Be good, I won't hurt you..."

As if by magic, for the first time in her life, Ye Shixue defied those cold-eyed maids, the warmth in her palms seemingly guiding her out of this icy wasteland.

She was led to Jiang Tang's bedroom, and everything she saw was a first for her.

So clean, tidy, gorgeous, and luxurious, and so kind and gentle.

That day, in the bedroom, Jiang Tang took off Ye Shixue's pants.

At that time, he didn't quite understand the difference between men and women. He just thought that since Ye Shixue's pants and shoes were wet, he should change into his own.

Ye Shixue didn't understand anything either, but she felt a primal shyness when she was being stared at.

"So this is what girls look like."

Full of curiosity, Jiang Tang made Shi Xue, who was still wearing her underwear, sit on the bed in a duck-sitting position, and he climbed on top of her to observe her innocently.

Just then, Jiang Tang's father walked in.

He had heard from the steward that his son had brought a young maid into the bedroom.

then--

--silence

"..."

The father and son looked into each other's eyes.

The clever Jiang Tang could naturally see the shock, confusion, embarrassment, and "Holy crap!" in his father's eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Tang's father finally managed to suppress his urge to give the brat a good beating. He took a deep breath and then looked at the little girl and asked "calmly".

"May I have your name."

Ye Shixue didn't know how to answer, and didn't even dare to face Jiang Tang's father.

The true master of the Jiang family is Jiang Qiuheng.

"Fine, from now on you'll be my son's personal maid."

After saying that, the man hurriedly turned and left.

He needs to have a serious talk with his wife today about their parenting strategy for their son. They absolutely cannot raise him to be a disgraceful spoiled brat!

As for what happened next...

Everything was moving in a positive direction. Ye Shixue's physical injuries were healed, and Jiang Tang was also helping to mend her emotional wounds.

The maids who had bullied her were also uprooted, and Jiang Tang drove them out of the Jiang family despite their cries and pleas for mercy.

That was an experience that was too dreamlike.

Sometimes, when Shixue wakes up from a nightmare, she even wonders if the reality she is experiencing is actually the beautiful dream, while the nightmare is the reality.

But whether it's reality or a nightmare.

She didn't want to leave the young master's side.