One must know that DNA sequences contain three billion base pairs, and with the complexity of life, a compatibility rate of 99.99% should have been utterly impossible.
Unless this was a paternity test rather than a spouse compatibility test.
Then, something even stranger happened.
Aside from the genetic compatibility being 99.99%, their sexual orientation, personality, family background, hobbies, values… even physical fitness—all showed 100% compatibility.
In the end, the artificial intelligence gave the final compatibility score: 100%.
—This was a number that would almost never appear in a scientific report.
The surroundings fell into complete silence.
No one could say a word.
This test result had exceeded everyone’s expectations.
Qiu Yu withdrew her hand, lifted her gaze, and looked at Chen Cebai.
Chen Cebai was also scrutinizing her.
Their eyes met, locking for a moment.
No sparks.
Chen Cebai had only agreed to take the compatibility test with her as a form of retaliation.
He had absolutely no interest in her as a person.
A strange discomfort welled up in Qiu Yu’s heart.
She had seen him wholly absorbed in research before—dressed in a white lab coat, eyes cold and sharp, brimming with aggression and predatory intensity, like a hunter ready to strike at any moment.
But now, the way he looked at her was so indifferent, so detached, as if he had seen her, yet at the same time, merely skimmed past her.
—Even when their compatibility had reached an impossible 100%, he still ignored her existence.
He inherently looked down on people like her.
Why?
They didn’t even know each other.
Chen Cebai removed his glasses, took out a cleaning cloth, and slowly wiped away the fog that had formed from the earlier scuffle. His voice was calm:
“Can I leave now?”
Qiu Yu had initially agreed to the compatibility test just to get him out of here quickly, but the moment she saw his cold, dismissive gaze, she completely lost the ability to act according to her original intent.
“—Wait,” she suddenly said.
Chen Cebai turned his head, seeming slightly puzzled.
Qiu Yu’s heart thumped violently, and she took a step forward.
Her approach seemed to pose no threat to him.
He continued wiping his glasses.
Without the barrier of the lenses, his eyes appeared even narrower and sharper, shrouded in an unfocused, misty blur, as if no matter what, they could never truly focus on her.
She was someone with a good temper—except when faced with such an indifferent gaze.
For the first time, a sense of agitation and loss of control surged within her.
As if controlled by another version of herself, she tilted her head back, revealing a seductive and provocative smile at him. Then, she lifted herself onto her toes, reached out, and threaded her fingers into his hair, forcefully gripping the back of his head.
Amidst a chorus of gasps, she actively pressed her lips against his.
At such close proximity, Chen Cebai’s gaze appeared even colder and sharper, carrying the slow and frigid presence of a cold-blooded creature, evoking an instinctive sense of unease.
For some reason, under such an indifferent stare, a faint tingling sensation crawled up the back of her ears, like an electric current running through her nerves.
Chen Cebai’s brows furrowed slightly, as if intending to retreat.
Qiu Yu snapped back to her senses, tightening her grip on the back of his head. At that moment, her tongue, carrying an unexpected force, pried open his lips and teeth, lightly intertwining with his tongue for a brief moment.
The entire process lasted less than five seconds.
Qiu Yu abruptly released her grip on the back of his head, stepped back, and smiled sweetly with an innocent expression.
“Sorry, I just found out for the first time that compatibility can actually reach 100%… I wanted to see what kissing would feel like.”
Chen Cebai glanced at her but said nothing.
A few seconds passed. He put away his glasses cloth, put his thin-framed glasses back on, and his Adam’s apple shifted slightly as he said plainly, “Nothing special.”
The atmosphere grew heavy, currents of tension surging beneath the surface.
As children of corporate executives, many of the surrounding students had received at least some level of combat training. Someone was already prepared to rush forward and beat Chen Cebai up to stand up for Qiu Yu.
Qiu Yu held them back:
“It really wasn’t anything special… Stay calm and let him go. If this gets out, I wouldn’t be in the right anyway. After all, I was the one who kissed him first.”
Chen Cebai turned around and left without hesitation.
While pacifying her furious classmates, Qiu Yu casually glanced at his retreating figure.
He never looked back. His silhouette was cold and solitary.
He seemed to genuinely believe that the kiss was dull, nothing more than that.
After that, she and Chen Cebai had no further interactions.
The next time she heard his name, he was already a renowned researcher in Biotech, leading a team that had successfully developed a blocker drug for neurodegenerative diseases caused by chip implants.
This drug perfectly resolved the neurological complications from excessive biochemical chip usage.
For a time, the name Chen Cebai was known in every household.
He also became one of the highest-ranking researchers within the biotechnology sector and one of the fastest-promoted employees in the company.
Upon learning that they had been college classmates, Qiu Yu’s parents went to great lengths to arrange a meeting between them, hoping she could rekindle something with this top scientist—ideally, they wanted her to marry him outright.
This was obviously a fantasy—”rekindle a past romance”? More like rekindle an old grudge.
Back in university, those suitors of hers had dared to humiliate Chen Cebai right in front of her—there was no telling how much more they had ostracized him in private.
Chen Cebai must despise people like her, who had glided through life effortlessly thanks to their privileged backgrounds.
As long as he hadn’t lost his memory, there was no way he would ever agree to marry her.
She had originally thought that upon seeing her again, Chen Cebai would turn around and leave immediately.
Yet unexpectedly, his expression remained calm. He sat down with ease, nodded at her, and said, “Miss Qiu, it’s been a long time.”
Qiu Yu was momentarily stunned.
“…Mr. Chen.”
Chen Cebai didn’t seem interested in small talk.
“Your parents hope that I will marry you.”
He was too straightforward.
Qiu Yu’s face grew slightly warm… This was awkward. She really should have told her parents about that petty university drama earlier.
Who would have thought that Chen Cebai’s next sentence would be:
“Are you willing?”
Qiu Yu abruptly lifted her head.
“…Huh?”
Chen Cebai spoke evenly: “I remember that Miss Qiu and I had a 100% compatibility rate.”
“That was just something we did for fun when we had nothing better to do…”
“But it was connected to the biotechnology database.” He paused.
“I believe its analysis results are accurate and valid. Miss Qiu, what do you think?”
Due to real-time translation chips, many people no longer took language learning seriously, and some didn’t even bother correcting their accents. It was rare to hear anyone speak perfectly enunciated Mandarin anymore.
But Chen Cebai’s articulation was crisp and precise. His voice was deep and magnetic, his intonations steady and well-balanced, without any strange accent—immediately leaving a favorable impression.
Yet his tone remained absolutely rational, without the slightest trace of emotional turmoil.
Just like back then, when their eyes had first met.
With the same analytical attitude he used to discuss experimental results, he was now discussing marriage with her.
A strange sense of dissatisfaction arose in Qiu Yu’s heart. She frowned slightly but quickly relaxed and replied with professional detachment:
“Of course, I’m willing. However, let me clarify upfront—marriage, to me, is more like a partnership rather than the result of love.”
“There are many couples in this world who are in love, but very few who can cooperate and succeed together. ”
“In my view, the value of marriage lies more in cooperation than in love. That is my perspective. I wonder if Mr. Chen can accept it?”
Chen Cebai looked at her for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.
“That is also my view on marriage.”
It was the first time he had ever smiled in front of her.
Chen Cebai’s features were inherently aggressive—deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and sharply defined jawlines. By modern beauty standards, his appearance was the result of exceptional evolutionary refinement.
Yet, when he smiled—despite having such a predatory face—there was no hint of aggression in it.
She was not his prey.
He had no desire to hunt her, nor any desire to conquer her.
That same sense of discomfort rose in Qiu Yu’s heart once again.
However, she adjusted her emotions swiftly, suppressing the feeling immediately.
She told herself—marriage is a partnership. If her partner had no interest in her, that was actually ideal.
That way, no matter what he did, it wouldn’t affect her work or life.
Her parents had always drilled into her ears: “Emotions are cheap. If you want a smooth life, the only way is to work—work, and keep working.”
She didn’t like this philosophy, but she couldn’t deny that it was, indeed, the correct way to survive.
After their marriage, perhaps due to psychological reasons, their compatibility was indeed extremely high.
For three years, they had never fought, nor had they ever disagreed.
After work, she would return home and bury herself in the study, writing articles and preparing for her next day’s interview.
He would lounge on the sofa, his eyes reflecting a silver glow as he remotely guided other researchers through their experiments.
In some ways, their compatibility was even higher.
He always maintained an indifferent expression, as if nothing could shake him—but when she deliberately provoked him, he would suddenly exert force, nearly brutal in his reaction.
For some reason, his body temperature was never very high—cold, icy, with a lingering chill—yet, strangely, it suited her preferences quite well.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Qiu Yu no longer dwelled on Chen Cebai’s consistently indifferent attitude.
They got along quite well. If their relationship were mixed with sticky, clinging love, it would only disrupt this unspoken harmony.
Rather than worrying about whether Chen Cebai was interested in her, Qiu Yu was more troubled by her canceled interview and that persistent feeling of being watched.
Was it just her paranoia? Or was someone really watching her from the shadows?
At that moment, Qiu Yu received a message:
Xiao Qiu, are you free tonight?