44: Chapter 44 Chen Shuyin is drunk: Jiang Chen, the country allows me to seduce you.

"Pop!"

That poor shirt button traced a miserable arc in the air, rolling off into some unknown corner.

Jiang Chen felt a chill on his chest.

Immediately after, a burning hot and soft palm had already unceremoniously pressed against his pectoral muscles.

"What are you doing?!"

Jiang Chen leaned back in terror, the back of his head pressed firmly against the sofa's backrest, with nowhere left to retreat.

Academician Chen Shuyin's state at this moment could simply be described as "possessed."

She was straddling Jiang Chen's lap, looking down from above, her dazed eyes flickering with a dangerous light called "thirst for knowledge." Her messy hair hung down, brushing against Jiang Chen's face, tickling him and carrying a heart-fluttering fragrance.

"Don't move, I'm performing a palpation."

Academician Chen Shuyin hiccuped, her mouth, which usually only muttered data, now spat out words so bold and shameless that Jiang Chen's scalp tingled:

"Heart rate 140... body temperature rising... muscles tense..."

"Very good, the specimen is in a state of extreme excitement; this is the best time to collect genetic material."

"Col... collect what?!"

Jiang Chen felt his chastity was dancing on the edge of a cliff.

"Genetic material, of course."

Academician Chen Shuyin blinked matter-of-factly, her fingers tracing down the texture of his abs, her fingertips feeling as if they were electrified. "To optimize the human gene pool, to create a stronger next generation... Jiang Chen, this is a national-level mission, you must cooperate."

Cooperate?

Cooperate my foot!

Is this something that can be cooperated on in the living room?

And if that person from the Wasteland found out, this villa would become the epicenter of a nuclear explosion tomorrow!

"Academician Chen! Snap out of it!"

Jiang Chen grabbed her hand, which was still causing trouble, trying to use logic to awaken her reason. "This is illegal! And we haven't even gotten a marriage certificate! This doesn't follow scientific procedure!"

"Procedure?"

Academician Chen sneered, her eyes full of disdain for red tape.

She suddenly lowered her head, their noses almost colliding.

"In the face of great genetic engineering, procedures are meant to be broken."

"Your DNA sequence hides the secrets of the stars and the sea... I can't wait to explore it."

After speaking, her other hand didn't stay idle either, reaching directly for Jiang Chen's belt buckle.

"Click."

The crisp sound of metal striking was exceptionally jarring in the quiet living room.

Every hair on Jiang Chen's body stood on end.

This woman was for real!

She really wanted to "do" him right there on the spot!

"No! Absolutely not!"

Jiang Chen exploded.

In order to defend his innocence and avoid being hunted across dimensions by the Empress, he decided to stop being a gentleman.

"Sorry about this!"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, exerted force from his waist, and executed a standard "Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu" ground reversal.

The world spun.

Academician Chen Shuyin, who had been pinning him down, hadn't even realized what was happening before she was flipped over onto the sofa.

"Ah!"

Academician Chen Shuyin exclaimed, trying to resist.

But Jiang Chen was, after all, someone who had consumed genetic agents; his strength and reaction speed far exceeded those of an ordinary person. Although he didn't dare to actually hurt this national treasure-level academician, using a bit of finesse to control her was no problem.

"Let go of me! I want to collect samples! I want to do experiments!"

Academician Chen Shuyin struggled desperately on the sofa, like a fish out of water, kicking her arms and legs wildly, knocking over the fruit platter on the coffee table.

"Do an experiment my ass! Go to sleep!"

Jiang Chen was sweating profusely, grabbing the cashmere blanket from the sofa and wrapping her up tightly like a zongzi.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm!"

Academician Chen Shuyin still wouldn't behave, trying to bite Jiang Chen's hand.

"Still biting?"

Jiang Chen laughed in anger.

He looked around, his gaze locking onto the curtain tie-backs.

Three seconds later.

A priceless female academician from the Longke Academy had been trussed up like a caterpillar and tossed onto the guest room bed.

"Jiang Chen! You are hindering scientific progress! You are committing a crime against the future of humanity!"

Academician Chen Shuyin, although unable to move, was still outputting frantically, "Just a little bit... a few hundred million is enough... it doesn't even hurt..."

"Shut up!"

Jiang Chen said with a dark face, covering her with the quilt and turning off the lights.

"If you make any more noise, I'll take a picture of you like this and send it to Dean Zhong, and I'll make sure you're on the headlines tomorrow!"

This sentence finally worked.

Academician Chen Shuyin hummed twice, seemingly overwhelmed by the alcohol, and finally closed her mouth in a daze. Before long, the sound of rhythmic breathing could be heard.

"Phew..."

Jiang Chen collapsed onto the guest room floor, gasping for air, feeling even more exhausted than when he fought Zhao Tianba and his gang of thugs back in the day.

Too terrifying.

This kind of drunken female scientist was practically a biological weapon!

After all that fuss, Jiang Chen had held back his strength the entire time to avoid hurting her, all while having to constantly guard against her "sneak attacks." His back felt like it was about to snap.

"This 'soft rice'... is really not meant for humans to eat."

Holding his aching lower back, Jiang Chen looked at the woman on the bed sleeping like a pig and shook his head helplessly.

That night.

Jiang Chen didn't dare to go back to the master bedroom to sleep, afraid of having nightmares.

He made do on the living room sofa for the night, dreaming entirely of that blonde android and Academician Chen Shuyin chasing him with syringes.

...

The next morning.

Sunlight spilled into the living room through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Hiss..."

Jiang Chen climbed up from the sofa, but the moment he moved, a piercing ache shot through his lower back.

The aftereffects of last night's "Jiu-Jitsu fight" had arrived.

Combined with curling up on the sofa all night, he now felt like an eighty-year-old man, his entire body's bones protesting.

"What a disaster..."

Jiang Chen muttered, pounding his back while shuffling toward the door in slippers.

He was hungry and needed to see what today's special breakfast was.

As soon as he opened the villa door.

The fresh morning air rushed in, and along with it, a pair of large eyes that were widened like copper bells.

The guard, Xiao Zhang, who was responsible for delivering meals, was standing at the door holding an insulated food container, with today's newspaper in his hand.

Seeing that it was Jiang Chen who opened the door, Xiao Zhang was just about to salute and shout "Hello, Chief."

But the word "Chief" had barely escaped his throat when it got stuck.

Because he saw what Jiang Chen looked like right now.

His hair was messy like a bird's nest, his eyes were dark, and his face showed the exhaustion of excessive indulgence.

Two buttons on his shirt had popped off, revealing a chest with obvious scratch marks (which were actually from Academician Chen Shuyin struggling yesterday).

The most critical thing was.

Jiang Chen was holding the door frame with one hand and clutching his lower back tightly with the other, sucking in a breath of cold air with every step he took.

That posture... was exactly like someone who had been squeezed by a dozen people in turns all night long.

"Mr... Mr. Jiang?"

Xiao Zhang swallowed his saliva, his gaze involuntarily crossing over Jiang Chen's shoulder to look into the house.

The living room was a mess.

Sofa cushions were thrown on the floor, wine glasses were overturned on the coffee table, and there was even a woman's high heel lying lonely in the center of the carpet.

In such a scene, as long as one was an adult, their brain would instantly fill in an eight-hour-long, indescribable battle.

"Morning, Xiao Zhang."

Jiang Chen didn't realize anything was wrong at all, pounded his back twice more, and frowned painfully, "Put the food down. I'm finished; my back is about to break. I need to go back and get some sleep."

Xiao Zhang shuddered.

His back is about to break?

Isn't that too intense?

That beautiful academician who went in last night looked so gentle and weak, who would have thought her combat power was so formidable?

Even Mr. Jiang, whose body had been enhanced, was drained dry?

"Yes! Chief!"

Xiao Zhang put down the food container, his eyes filled with the kind of admiration that all men understand, and even a hint of sympathy.

He straightened his back, lowered his voice, and said with a serious face:

"Mr. Jiang, your health is the capital of the revolution."

"Commander Qin specifically instructed that today's breakfast includes a double portion of soft-shell turtle soup and velvet antler blood."

"You... should nourish yourself more."

Jiang Chen: "???"

Soft-shell turtle? Velvet antler?

He looked blankly at Xiao Zhang's ambiguous expression that said "I understand, I understand everything," and then looked down at his own disheveled, back-clutching, sighing self.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck his brain.

It's over.

He couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"No... Xiao Zhang, listen to me explain."

Jiang Chen reached out his hand, wanting to salvage his reputation, "This back pain is because of a fight... no, that's not it, it's because of exercise... no, that's not it either..."

"I understand! Strenuous exercise, right!"

Xiao Zhang revealed a simple, honest smile, then quickly saluted, "I won't disturb your rest! I'm leaving now! I guarantee I won't say anything!"

After saying this, the kid ran off like he had oil on the soles of his feet, disappearing in a flash.

Leaving Jiang Chen alone at the door, holding his aching back, disheveled in the wind.

"Don't go!"

"It really is a misunderstanding!"

"I was innocent last night!"

However, the only response was the cheerful chirping of birds in the distance, seemingly mocking this unlucky guy who hadn't done anything at all, yet was carrying a massive, undeserved pot of blame.