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

So far, there has never been a case in the world where a gene perfectly matches multiple people; there will always be varying degrees of matching.

Does this, in turn, prove that everyone in the world has their destined "perfect match"?

Is a stallion really the best match for a mare?

No, that's a human selection process. To ensure that the foals born meet human aesthetic standards, and of course, more importantly, to produce high-quality meat, breeding cattle, sheep, and pigs are bred generation after generation, resulting in various premium and expensive meats, such as A5 and M12.

But what is the relationship between how delicious the meat is, human aesthetics of horses, and the final mating of horses during estrus?

Can't a mare fall in love with a racehorse? Does she have to fall in love with a stallion?

Gene matching was initially controversial, but now it has become an integral part of reality, and countless scientific statistics have demonstrated the science and magic of gene matching.

The easing of the low birth rate, the decline in the divorce rate, and the increase in marital happiness.

In particular, there has been a dramatic decrease in cases of genetic diseases in newborns, and even the recognition of some loving siblings.

Gene matching has gradually and truly become a recognized "human well-being".

It was the combination of the above reasons that ultimately led to Qiu Lengyan's gene matching trip.

To her surprise, the surprise came too quickly, or perhaps it was because she hadn't gone out like a normal, ordinary woman for so long.

That's why, when I saw the back of a young man at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, I was actually quite moved.

But she didn't have the courage to strike up a conversation.

Yes, as a superstar, she didn't even have the courage to strike up a conversation with a guy who looked younger than her and seemed to have just come of age.

She also realized that the boy must have just come of age, which is why he came to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register his genes and get a free genetic match.

I have a strange feeling. I really don't know who will be that boy's destined one...?

Qiu Lengyan had been proud for many years, but for the sake of her other half, she finally lowered her proud head.

They wrapped themselves up tightly and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau for genetic matching.

About ten minutes later, Qiu Lengyan's gene matching was completed.

But when Qiu Lengyan stepped out of the glass room, she saw a commotion among the staff and heard an alarm sounding.

"What happened? And... what happened to me?"

She asked nervously as she put on her mask.

As a big star, I absolutely cannot show this kind of result to others!

Celebrities can have private lives, but only if they are not made public!

"I... I don't know what went wrong. Just now, Miss Qiu's match was displayed, but the next moment, his genetic data seemed to have disappeared from the database, and there was no trace of it left!"

"What...does that mean?!"

The female director also looked bewildered. In fact, she was more concerned about the alarm in her ear. Could it be a fire or an earthquake somewhere?

"At least tell me his name!"

Qiu Lengyan, like a desert traveler who has seen an oasis with his own eyes, was told that it was a mirage.

How could she possibly accept this!

The female director was in a hurry to organize the people to leave in an orderly manner, including Qiu Lengyan.

Therefore, she naturally answered all her questions, following her memory to find that vague fragment.

Find the owner of that gene that suddenly appeared and then vanished instantly from the global gene pool, and find his name.

"It seems the surname is... Jiang, Jiang Tang!"

009 Little Hands on the Bus

Jiang Tang has been used to being stared at by women of all ages since he was a child.

Today is no exception.

In the past, it still showed the pride of childlike innocence, but now it only leaves the discomfort of being surrounded by gazes, like a ball of yarn scattered on people.

He wore a black shirt with a tie, simple black and white diagonal stripes, and because of the weather, he had pulled it down slightly, leaving one button undone.

It reveals the captivating V-shaped area between the neck and collarbone.

There was no air conditioning on the bus, and there were many passengers heading to the city center. He couldn't squeeze into a seat, so he had to stand and hold onto the handrail while taking out his phone to read an e-book.

In Kawabata Yasunari's *Snow Country*, it says, "Komako's lips were so smooth, like the segments of a beautiful leech."

My mind was moved and silently reflected upon the characters in Kawabata Yasunari's works.

It felt like being in a snow country far away from Tokyo, where tourists and prostitutes sat on the floor inside a hot spring inn.

A woman with a beautiful yet almost sorrowful voice.

This is what Jiang Tang appreciates.

It also reminded him of the days before he broke up with An Qianxi, her wavering and the sorrow in her "joyful" expression.

My gaze shifted from the e-book, and a different kind of thought emerged.

But that thought was quickly interrupted by an external force, not the inertia of braking, and the bus drove smoothly along the wide road.

What interrupted Jiang Tang was a pair of slightly trembling small hands.

It came from behind, lightly touching the back like a dragonfly skimming the water, and then moving downwards.

It was a woman's hand, without a doubt.

She was even somewhat petite, unlike the feeling one gets when Shi Xue touches her.

More apprehensive, more naive and uneasy.

A madwoman?

Jiang Tang's expression was slightly awkward, and a series of questions kept popping up in his mind.

I hope it's just my imagination.

The girl's hand seemed to have moved away.

Jiang Tang was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when, in less than two seconds, the girl not only came back but escalated her attack.

She touched Jiang Tang's buttocks, and even gave them a small pinch. Her fingers touched the firm and alluring gluteal muscles.

Jiang Tang experienced the feeling of girls in Japanese adult films for the first time, and he really admired their ability to scream on the spot without any conditioned reflex.

In fact, Jiang Tang didn't have any either, but that's because he was better at enduring things, and men have fewer sensitive areas.

Then, in the next instant, Jiang Tang caught the infatuated woman red-handed as she reached out her demonic claws.

Jiang Tang swiftly slashed back, grabbing the girl by the wrist without being able to break free, and she gasped sharply.

The girl couldn't break free, and her whole body was stiff.

Judging from her behavior, she's still like a virgin. How could she be so desperate as to touch a boy's butt on the bus?

Jiang Tang was completely baffled. He turned around seriously, ready to save the lost soul of the girl.

But after just one glance, he was speechless, and at the same time, the corner of his mouth twitched.

How could it be her...?

The girl was about 1.5 meters tall. She had clearly dressed up specially, with makeup and clothes that made her blend into the crowd. She wore a baseball cap, a gray hoodie, and long pants. What couldn't be changed was her still-flat chest, which was now heaving violently as Jiang Tang grabbed her.

Her eyes, visible beneath her short hair, were already filled with mist, as if she were about to cry at any moment.

This was in stark contrast to her arrogant demeanor when he first met her.

The surrounding passengers clearly felt the commotion.

They wouldn't see the girl reaching out her "perverted hand" to Jiang Tang.

All they would see was a handsome guy with a cold and sinister look grabbing the wrist of a naive girl who looked like she was only in middle school, wearing a hoodie, as if coercing and enticing her.

The little girl was already pale with fright, but she didn't dare to break free. Her big, misty eyes looked up at the handsome man as if pleading for mercy.

Ah this...

Isn't this a scene from a porn movie?

However, the male lead in the short film couldn't possibly be even a tenth as handsome as Jiang Tang.

But no matter how handsome he is, he's still nothing more than a beast in human clothing!

"..."

Jiang Tang's lips twitched. He took the girl's show of weakness as a conspiracy, and clearly, the scene had achieved the effect she wanted.

In this situation, even if Jiang Tang explains that it was actually the girl who attacked him, would anyone still believe him?

People only believe what they want to believe.

Jiang Tang, however, did not bother to explain.

A charming smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he spoke calmly and deliberately in a voice soft enough for the surrounding passengers to hear.

“Bad kids who tease adults... need some punishment.”

After saying that, he grabbed the girl's wrist as if no one else was around and led her to the back of the carriage, where there were blind spots in the surveillance cameras, perfect for doing some "bad things."

Jiang Tang's shameless behavior naturally caused a slight commotion in the carriage.

The girl, who looked like she had just returned from tutoring class and was carrying her violin case, blushed, probably imagining some inappropriate scene for children.

An older woman clicked her tongue in condemnation, but then looked away as if it were none of her business.

There were quite a few young men who wanted to step forward, but then they thought, what if the girl was doing it willingly? Look how obediently she followed the handsome guy... Sigh, it would be too embarrassing if they stood up for themselves and ended up being seen as a nuisance.

Everything proceeded exactly as Jiang Tang had predicted, and no one intervened.

Indeed, a wicked woman needs a wicked man to teach her a lesson.

At the back of the carriage, Jiang Tang leaned against the window, coldly watching the crowd in front of him. He was still holding the girl's hand, but in a completely emotionless way, as if he were holding a... cat.

The girl herself had her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

I feel that she gives off a different vibe than when I first met her.

Back then, she must have been more arrogant, more domineering, and more...sexy?