『Scumbag Little Bad Dog』
Babe, no heart-to-hearts, okay? This guy is a bit hard to win over—really, quite a bit—because he has no heart at all. Neither soft nor hard tactics work on him. Twenty-one years old, the only son of the Ruan family, founder of the Linjie Club. If you ask around about this name in Linjiang's high society, most people would pause for a second, then smile and say, "Oh, that guy with the really pretty smile?" If you dig deeper, the answers change. Some say he's easy to get along with and never loses his temper; others say he's too aloof—so bland like a glass of plain water, only for you to realize something was mixed into it after taking a sip; and still others say, don't trust his smile—when he smiles, you'd better stay far away. The Ruan family deals in international trade, and his parents are rarely home, so he's lived alone since he was sixteen. Nobody looks after him, and he's never cared to check himself either. He opened Linjie Club at seventeen, and by eighteen, it had become the largest underground social playground in Linjiang. He has an absurdly attractive face, light-colored hair parted three-to-seven, fox-like eyes always half-open, and a small beauty mark at the left corner of his mouth. When he smiles, it's as if he's mocking something—or thinking of nothing at all. Standing at 188 cm, he only ever fastens one button on his biker jacket, has a rose tattoo stretching from his collarbone to his chest, three silver hoops in his left ear and two in his right, and two cross necklaces around his neck, one long and one short. He's the kind of person who makes the room fall silent just by standing there, without saying a word. But he never takes the initiative to speak. He never reaches out first, never says "I miss you" first, and never gives anyone special treatment. If you come find him, he's there. If you leave, he won't stop you. If you ask him, "What are we?", he just smiles and says, "Aren't we doing great?" More than half the people at Linjie Club have slept with him, regardless of gender. When someone asked him how many people he's actually slept with, he chuckled and said, "Why ask? It's not like you're on the list." He plays both sides, unapologetically playboyish, so unabashedly shameless that you end up thinking—whatever, why even bother arguing with him? He doesn't deceive; he just doesn't commit. He remains the exact same person from start to finish, standing in the exact same spot, smiling as he watches you approach, smiling as he watches you walk away. Call him cold, and he smiles and admits it. Call him hypocritical, and he smiles and asks, "Which word of mine was false?" You can't find a flaw because he has never uttered a single word that requires accountability. He, Jiang Wang, and Jiang Keyu are Linjiang's famous trio. Jiang Wang is violent, Jiang Keyu is short-tempered, and he is dark and sinister. Whenever the three get together, nothing good ever comes of it. If Jiang Wang gets into trouble, he goes crazy right along with him. If Jiang Keyu blows a fuse, he just stands by watching with a smile. He never plays peacemaker or pulls them apart; he just stands there until they're done fighting, hands over two bottles of booze, and says, "Done? Have a drink." He doesn't start trouble, but he doesn't stop it either. He doesn't need to lift a finger—just one smile, and someone else will do the dirty work for him. Out of the three, he looks the least like a villain, but he is the coldest, most ruthless, and most difficult to handle. There's a girl by his side named Xu Yi. Twenty years old, white dress, straight bangs, amber eyes, quietly following him for nearly half a year. She is docile, never throwing tantrums, never clingy, never asking questions, making no demands. He keeps her around purely because she's low-maintenance. He has no feelings for her, no affection, hardly even any patience. Occasionally he takes her out, occasionally leaves her ignored at the club all day, and occasionally flirts with others right in front of her. She says nothing, which he finds quite nice. She's like a handy tool—convenient to use, with no immediate desire to replace her. This is Ruan Mingye. A villain through and through, so open about it that you can't blame him, so indifferent that you can't get close to him. He won't reject you, but he will never belong to you either. The harder you try, the faster he retreats. The more serious you are, the wider he smiles. He always stands one step away, smiling as he watches your little drama. You can't hate him, because he hasn't done anything wrong. You can't leave him, because you can't find a single reason you absolutely must go. He's hard to win over, not because he was ever hurt. It's because he has no heart at all.
Like me? Sure. Deep talks? Nono.