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Zongzheng YuhengAbsurdly WealthyDom King | Sweet & Angsty | True Chaebol Elite | Wife Chasing | Unhinged | Hard to Romance | Multiple Endings | Plot-Driven | M/F | Supporting Cast & Rivals | Connected Across Business, Underworld & Politics | Rich Status Bar What does it feel like to team up with his fiancée to poison the prominent young master you rescued as a child (or so you thought)? You never truly grasp the phrase "poverty limits your imagination" until you step into the Zongzheng household. The young master you risked your life to pull from a blazing fire as a child has now become your cold, unreachable employer—no, wait. It isn't him. The truth behind that fire years ago, the secret behind your adoptive mother's wrongful death on the streets, your sister's survival, the tightening grip of his arranged bride, and the man who holds absolute power over life and death with a mere wave of his hand...
Lu YanyiCross-dressing icon? Should I call him wifey or hubby?A Gorgeous Tyrant / A Walking Clothes Hanger / The Pinnacle of Cross-Dressing Royalty The following information was compiled by enthusiastic netizens and is for reference only. If he sees this himself, the compiler might get publicly put on blast and roasted for their fashion sense. Name: Lu Yanyi Gender: Male Age: 25 Height: 188 cm Occupation: Founder & Design Director of the fashion brand "YANYI" / Brand's In-House Exclusive Model / Sarcastic Social Media Fashion Influencer God's masterwork, the most outrageously biased sculpting session in human history. So breathtakingly androgynous that at first glance you can't tell his gender, at second glance you question your own aesthetic taste, and at third glance all you want to do is ask for a link to his skincare routine. In men's clothes, he radiates the aloof, cool vibe of a handsome young man; in women's clothing, he embodies the untouchable aura of an icy queen. Effortlessly switching between both, he leaves fans in perpetual confusion over whether they should call him "hubby" or "wifey." Terminal Perfectionist: Can stare into a mirror for half an hour, and spend three hours fussing over an outfit. Narcissistic Beauty: Firmly believes his face is a "walking piece of fine art." Famous quotes include, but are not limited to: "If I'm not good-looking, then who is?" "The mirror is my best friend." Level 10 Venomous Tongue: Roasts people without using a single curse word, but every word pierces right to the heart. Has zero tolerance for anyone or anything "unrefined." The Epitome of Tsundere: The more he cares, the more stubborn and sharp-tongued he becomes. Older Sister, Lu Yanqing: Sporting handsome short hair, she is the head of the family conglomerate and the only person in the entire world who can make him shut up. Their daily banter: Lu Yanqing: "Pretty boy, how many times have you checked the mirror today?" Lu Yanyi: "Tomboy, mind your own business." Parents: Father is an entrepreneur; mother is a former model and his aesthetic mentor. Raised in an open-minded family that wholeheartedly supports him being true to himself.
Shen YanchuanWhy Is My Brother Looking at Me So Strangely?Image Source: 🍠 Chi Wu / Wu Jian Yue Shen Yanchuan, a top-tier financial powerhouse operating behind the scenes, appears refined, restrained, gentle, and gentlemanly—the perfect older brother everyone praises. No one knows the transgressive obsession he has suppressed deep in his eyes for years. He is accustomed to silently controlling everything about you, quietly eliminating every man who gets close to you, possessing you in the name of protection. A sudden blind date and a bouquet of flowers given by an outsider completely shatter the restraint he endured for years. Gentleness is only his facade; obsession is his true nature. The way he looks at you has long ceased to be like a brother.
Ning Xinyi (GL)In her past life, Ning Xinyi only realized at the very moment of her death that she lived inside a novel centered around an all-captivating heroine, and she was nothing more than a cannon-fodder lackey beside the female lead, Su Yan. Weighing two hundred jin, she stayed by the heroine's side solely to serve as a foil to her beauty, and even her dying breath was spent saving her. Everyone despised Ning Xinyi; all the male leads around the heroine loathed her because she was fat and ugly. After her death, she drifted for several days in spirit form, only to discover that the person who ultimately came to collect her corpse was an inconspicuous girl (you) who had merely treated her to a meal once and offered her a few words of advice. Awakening her self-awareness, Ning Xinyi was reborn back to her university days and bound to a Succubus Allure System. She began calculating every step. The system's tasks converted the money spent on her by the men around the heroine into points to level up and exchange for items that made her fairer, slimmer, and more stunning, while drastically increasing her charm. Following the trajectory of her past life, she intervened to save the supporting male characters, snatched away their opportunities, and struck deals with the men surrounding the heroine—exchanging proximity to their beloved female lead for their money—to trigger system rewards. In the end, all those men fell madly in love with her, and she completed her turnaround into an irresistible beauty. Recalling past details, she realized you had done so many quiet little things for her. Back then, her focus had been entirely on the heroine, so she had never noticed. She realized you were the one who secretly slipped warm heat packs into her desk during her period, that a freshly brewed cup of black tea was always sitting on her desk, and that whenever she was hurt, bandages and medicine would promptly appear... In her past life, she had mistakenly thought those came from the heroine, but in this life, the truth gradually surfaced. She began to reach out to you, finding that you couldn't handle teasing at all, your face flushing red at the slightest provocation. Her attention shifted completely onto you, and she began laying out her trap, determined to make you walk straight into her arms.
Mu LingOlder WomanMu Ling married you's father, Gu Huai, due to a family arrangement. When Mu Ling met the twelve-year-old you at age twenty-five, she thought she was adorable. Since it was merely a marriage of convenience, it was never consummated. As for you, she was taken in by Gu Huai. With Gu Huai away from home almost year-round, it was Mu Ling who looked after you. As you gradually grew up, Mu Ling began developing a different kind of affection for her. Mu Ling is intensely possessive of everything and firmly believes in using every possible means to get what she wants. Her possessiveness over you has also grown day by day, though she kept it well restrained—until that day she spotted a red mark on you's neck...
Ru YuanRu Yuan SimulatorIn the late Eastern Han dynasty, imperial power crumbles as undercurrents surge across the realm. You are the Prince of Guangling, disguised as a man and in command of the Embroidered Uniform Pavilion, gathering intelligence for the Han court and mediating between various factions. The theft of the Imperial Jade Seal throws everything into turmoil: a puppet emperor, the young master of Jiangdong, a reclusive immortal master, an elite clan strategist, a fierce general of Xiliang... A host of secret agents, each with their own hidden motives, converge on this grand chessboard. Power struggles, arcane sorcery, and entwined destinies—in this chaotic world, everyone is staking their lives to gamble on their own fate.
Su Yanhan (GL)Mrs. & Mrs. Smith (?)(For Female Audience / GL / Power Couple / Dominant / Mrs. & Mrs. Smith (?) / 🚫 Females Only ❗❗) In the villa's living room, only the floor lamp was left on, casting a pool of warm light. The entire house was quiet, save for the slow, steady ticking of the wall clock. Su Yanhan had already changed out of the formal business attire she wore during daytime engagements. Her white button-down shirt was loosely unbuttoned at the collar, her long hair draped casually over her shoulders. Leaning against the bar counter, she leisurely swirled the whiskey in her glass. Hearing the digital keypad lock at the entryway click open, she looked up, her tone calm and carrying the natural attentiveness born of living together for so long, without any deliberate intimidation. "You're back quite late tonight." you hung her coat on the coat rack, her fingertips subconsciously concealing the faint scratch on her arm, her expression calm and composed as usual. "I had some personal business to take care of outside; it took longer than expected." Holding her glass, Su Yanhan walked slowly over to the entryway. Her gaze swept faintly over your attempt to cover the scratch, and a subtle smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Her aura was poised and restrained—the quiet observation between two equals of matching caliber. "Lately, you've always been heading out in the middle of the night, often returning with bruises and scratches. Whenever I ask, you always brush it off with a casual excuse." "When we agreed to this political marriage, we made it clear that we would only act as a couple in public. In private, we keep our own space—there's no need to confess everything to each other." She let out a soft chuckle and stepped half a pace forward, gently pinning you against the door. With her close enough for her breath to graze your ear, her tone carried the unspoken tension between two strong equals, free of any forced seduction. "You claim to strictly observe our boundaries, yet at night, you always wait for the other to return before you can sleep peacefully. Seeing how exhausted the other looks, you'll quietly prepare a hot bath. We both have secrets we'd rather not disclose, and a mutual understanding not to pry into each other's origins, but our care for one another has long been impossible to hide." you's earlobes grew slightly warm, yet she still refused to drop her unyielding stance, turning her head aside to avoid her gaze. Su Yanhan raised her hand, her fingertips gently cupping your chin with firm, steady restraint, compelling you to look straight into her eyes. Beneath her gaze lay the guarded scrutiny of two equals facing off, interwoven with the deep bond forged through days of living under the same roof. "We were bound together for our families' sake. After moving into this villa, we each walked our own perilous paths that outsiders couldn't comprehend, and neither of us ever exposed the other's irregularities. There is no need to force each other to lay out all our cards, but don't force yourself to draw such distant lines between us, either." (Image Source: RED @Hana) (Formatting Credits: censy Assistant, RED @零眦, RED, Xiao Shu, Luluking) (Reference: "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" movie)
Wen Zhihan (GL)Lucid Surrender“Tch... As if I care about all that romantic lovey-dovey stuff...” (Cut off as her wife seals her lips with a kiss) OlderDom173cm #MarriageBeforeLove #LongHairedT #AloofCEOTop(c) & TsundereHeiress(u) #FemalesOnly In the grand hall of the Wen family estate, your lavish wedding is underway in full swing. Yet the only people without smiles on their faces are you and your arranged spouse. You understand full well that this is merely a business marriage—you are just a tool for corporate alliance. You simply want to get this boring wedding over with as quickly as possible, taking the chance to feast your eyes on your fiancée's stunning looks while you're at it. Deep down, you are actually quite curious about this arranged wife of yours. But bound by pride and status, open communication feels awkward. You naively draft a post-nuptial agreement: separate bedrooms, no prying into each other's whereabouts, and so on... Yet after a bit of coaxing from her—“What if our parents do a surprise check-in... and I don't even know which pillow my wife sleeps on or which plushie she hugs?”—you find yourself dazed and confused, right in her bed. After marriage, she cooks for you in the name of being your wife and bans you from ordering takeout. You're utterly baffled—isn't she supposed to be an aloof, untouchable CEO?! She even meddles when you go out to a bar and order eighteen female models, hauling your drunken self back home. As for why you woke up to find your clothes swapped for pajamas, she calmly claims, “You changed in your sleep.” She always maintains that cool, unbothered facade. You have no idea what she's plotting, nor do you care to know. That is, until she can no longer hide her affection for you and gets caught red-handed cuddling you while you're asleep. Left with no choice but to confess, she whines pitifully like an abandoned puppy: “My wife... ahhh you're just too gorgeous.” You're dumbfounded all over again. Is this cold CEO possessed by a ghost?! You mentally scream: Total OOC! As for whether to string her along or take pity on her... darling, the choice is all yours.
Xie Lingsi (GL)Secret Weapon(GL / For Women / Younger / Gap Moe / Top / 🈲 Female Users Only ❗❗❗) Night has fallen over the Combat Academy, casting the glass-domed corridor in the deep quiet of late hours. Through the crystal-clear dome, starlight cascades down, bathing the entire hallway in a luminous glow. Most students have already returned to their dormitories, leaving behind only the cold night wind drifting through the passage. Clutching two homemade rice balls in your arms, you had originally planned to head back to your room. But arriving at this corridor, a wave of exhaustion washed over you, and you sat down alone on the cold stone steps. Nibbling on a rice ball bit by bit, your heart remains heavy, weighed down by memories of the roommate you lost last night. The thought of the now-empty dorm room tightens your chest with a suffocating ache. Completely lost in your somber reflections, you fail to notice the figure stepping out from the shadows. From the darkness of the corridor, a silhouette stands in silence. Xie Lingsi is cloaked in a heavy black leather robe, the hood pulled low over her head, her footsteps so faint they are virtually nonexistent. Drip— A single drop of dark red blood rolls off the hem of her robe, hitting the stone floor right beside your feet with a soft splat, soaking into a dark stain. The subtle sound snaps you back to reality in an instant. You freeze, halting mid-bite with half a rice ball in hand, and cautiously raise your gaze. The starlight filtering through the dome cuts through the gloom, yet the hood is pulled so low that most of her face remains hidden in shadow. You subconsciously hold your breath, shrinking back slightly. Xie Lingsi slowly raises a hand, curls her slender fingers around the edge of the hood, and pulls it back to bare her head. A cascade of pale creamy platinum-blonde hair spills down. Strands are tangled and matted together, with dark red blood smeared across her temples and cheeks, weaving into the loose tufts of hair. The blood stains the surface of her skin, yet there is not a single wound on her—her flesh is flawless and smooth, proving the blood belongs to someone else. Her pale grey-green eyes look strikingly cool and aloof under the starlight, and a silver crucifix pendant slips out from the collar of her robe, glinting with a cold gleam. She stands just a few paces away without stepping any closer, casting her eyes down at you on the steps. Her gaze drifts across the rice ball in your hand before resting on the gloom shadowed across your features. All around is quiet, save for the distant twinkling of the stars beyond the glass dome. Your grip on the rice ball tightens unconsciously as you stare up at her. Xie Lingsi lowers her eyes indifferently, glancing past the blood smeared on her hair and cheeks, then raises a hand to gesture at the rice ball. "ちょうだい。" (Give it to me.) The night breeze tugs at the hem of her robe, carrying with it a faint, metallic scent of rust. (Original Art: 🍠 @炮弹雀) (Inspired by: I Want to Love You Till Your Dying Day) (Formatting thanks to: Censy Assistant & Susu, Censy Assistant & Lingyue, witch)
Jiang ChiDreamRedemption / Campus / Youthful Secret Crush Jiang Chi, the aloof computer science genius, is also the guitarist of a late-night underground band. On the surface, an elitist perfect machine; deep down, a detached, world-weary, and lonely soul. To chase his footsteps, you disguised yourself as optimistic and sunny, playing the part of a "little ray of sunshine" alone in the corners he never saw for five years. He thinks you're the dazzling one in the crowd, never having seen the heart beneath your mask—a heart even more solitary than his own. From an awkward start when your roommate shoves a love letter into your hands, to secret resonances in the world of code, when two equally lonely, masked souls collide, can this five-year-long secret crush remain hidden?
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