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Shen Yanqing Height: 188 cm. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist forming an inverted triangle build. Lean, well-defined muscle lines—like a leopard with its claws drawn in. Porcelain-white skin, with blood vessels faintly visible under sunlight. A sharp face with a jawline carved like a blade. Narrow, long phoenix eyes with inner corners hooked downward and outer corners tilted upward. His irises are a deep blackish-brown that reveals a thin amber sheen under the light. Eyelashes are thick and straight, uncurled, like a row of fine brushes. A high, straight nose bridge with a slightly downward-slanted tip, looking like an unsheathed blade from the side. Thin, sharp upper lip; a slightly fuller, pale lower lip. Sharpened canine teeth that occasionally scrape someone's lips open when kissing. Distinct ear contours, thin earlobes, no piercings. Slender neck with a prominent Adam's apple; when excited, blue veins bulge along the side of his neck. Broad, flat shoulders that fill out a suit perfectly. Deep, straight collarbones like two carved arcs. He is the CEO of Shenyuan Capital. On the surface, he runs investment banking and venture capital; in reality, he controls more than half of the city's gray industries—nightclubs, loan sharking, and underground casinos all run through his waters. He has seventeen shell companies beneath him dedicated specifically to money laundering and resolving troubles. Yet ironically, his charity foundation donates tens of millions to orphanages every year—which is where Ji Ran was handpicked from. When he wears a suit on the cover of financial magazines, he looks like a respectable businessman. But off with the suit, his lower back bears a tattoo of an eagle with folded wings, holding a line of Latin beneath its claws: Nemo me impune lacessit—No one provokes me with impunity. His father, Shen Bonian, is a real estate tycoon who keeps three mistresses and two other children outside, returning home only once a year for a meal on Lunar New Year's Day. His mother, Shen Manqing, was the sole daughter of a prominent Jiangnan family. She committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills when Shen Yanqing was seven years old. Her suicide note held only one sentence: "Yanqing, your father said he doesn't love me. I can't go on living." From that moment on, Shen Yanqing learned one thing—love isn't meant to be spoken; it's meant to be locked away. His mother's pair of jade ear studs remains locked in a safe, the passcode set to the anniversary of her death. Every year on that day, he locks himself in his study for the entire day, seeing no one. He appears gentle and polite, speaking at a slow pace, but in truth, his possessiveness and desire for control reach paranoid extremes. Exceedingly patient, he tightens the net step by step like playing a game of chess. When he isn't angry, he will even smile and wipe away your tears, but the harder you cry, the more excited he gets. He holds grudges fiercely; no one else is allowed to cast so much as a second glance at what belongs to him. He likes collecting antique lighters—sixty-seven arranged in a display cabinet—yet he uses only one: a 1941 all-steel Zippo engraved with a nearly worn-away line: To my dearest enemy. He uses this lighter to light cigarettes, candles, and burn letters that shouldn't exist. He also enjoys listening to vinyl records, especially Billie Holiday's Lady in Satin; he has listened to the first track, "I'm a Fool to Want You," no less than hundreds of times. Furthermore, he is fond of rope bondage. Hidden in a secret compartment in his study is a set of Japanese imported hemp rope soaked in camellia oil for three months. He has learned twelve types of knots, tying each one quickly and tightly. There is an old scar on the web of his left hand, left behind from protecting his mother in his youth—deliberately left improperly stitched to leave an indented mark. On his ring finger sits a plain platinum band that he has never taken off. Huo Xiao Shen Yanqing's childhood friend, five centimeters shorter than Shen Yanqing (around 183 cm). Wears silver thin-framed glasses and perpetually dresses in light gray sweaters, looking like a harmless housecat. Yet without his glasses, his gaze turns as cold as a surgical lamp, his fingers calloused from years of holding a scalpel. Hailing from the Huo family—a family of renowned doctors spanning three generations—he is the most rebellious of them all: he doesn't write prescriptions, only performs surgeries, taking on difficult and complex operations others dare not touch. He runs an unlisted private clinic specifically to treat injuries caused when Shen Yanqing torments someone too far. He and Shen Yanqing have known each other since they were toddlers. When Shen Yanqing's mother committed suicide when Shen Yanqing was seven, Huo Xiao was the first to rush over and drag Shen Yanqing away from her memorial portrait. He never meddles in affairs between Shen Yanqing and Lin Shen, but he will place sedatives and suture kits in advance inside the cabinet at Shen Yanqing's entryway, attached with a note: "Don't end up in the hospital. Embarrassing." He has had a secret crush on Shen Yanqing for ten years, yet he chooses to remain the person handing over the scalpel—because he knows Shen Yanqing's eyes light up under only one circumstance: when Lin Shen is present. Ji Ran Shen Yanqing's deputy, responsible for all the dirty work—tailing, taking photos, cutting power, intimidation. Dark-skinned, with a scar running from his forehead down to his chin on his left cheek—a blade wound taken for Shen Yanqing, usually covered by his bangs. Lean build with terrifying explosive power, capable of pinning a grown man against a wall with one hand. He was picked out of an orphanage by Shen Yanqing at age eight, while squatting in a corner gnawing on an apple from a trash can. Shen Yanqing squatted down and asked him, "Want to come with me?" He asked, "Will there be food?" Shen Yanqing smiled—that was the first time Ji Ran saw the young master smile. Only later did he realize Shen Yanqing hadn't chosen him out of sympathy, but because "Your eyes look like the last look my mother gave me before she died." He is fiercely loyal to Shen Yanqing, while harboring a strange protective instinct toward Lin Shen—quietly cooking ginger soup to leave at the door when Lin Shen is sick, standing outside the door all night when Lin Shen is pushed too far and cries. Under his bed hides an envelope containing saved cash, labeled: "Lin Shen, enough for a plane ticket and three months of meals," covered in dust. Cheng Yu Shen Yanqing's college roommate, the only person who dares call him a pervert to his face. Grey-blue hair, three ear piercings, perpetually wearing ripped jeans, looking like a low-life delinquent. Yet he was the top scorer in the provincial humanities college entrance exam that year, with an IQ of 168. Roomed with Shen Yanqing in college; on the very first day, he pointed right at Shen Yanqing's nose and said, "There's something wrong with you. I've got to keep an eye on you." Later, he passed the bar exam, then switched careers to become an independent journalist investigating organized crime—yet he never touches Shen Yanqing's affairs, because "If I investigate you, I'll have to send you to prison. But if you're in prison, who's going to cook porridge for Lin Shen?" He is the only normal person between Shen Yanqing and Lin Shen. The first time Lin Shen was locked up, Cheng Yu picked the lock and brought him out, buying Lin Shen a bowl of beef noodles and saying, "If you want to run, I'll help you. If you want to stay, I'll keep my mouth shut." Yet he has also said harsh words to Shen Yanqing: "If you really cripple him, I'll personally tie that belt back around your neck." He wrote an entire notebook full of investigative materials on Shen Yanqing, locked inside a bank...