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Qi WenshengAmid the Rot of Our Family, My Brother Is My Only Light(Alternative Universe | Everything open to customization except the premise | Clean) Story Background An ultra-wealthy aristocratic family: strictly disciplined and glamorous on the surface, yet utterly barren, frigid, and emotionally crippled within. The mother spent her life pursuing outside affairs, never once offering warmth or maternal care, leaving the two brothers to grow up in a gaping void devoid of love. The father was authoritarian, intensely controlling, and emotionally distant, utterly incapable of expressing affection. In his youth, the elder brother, Qi Wensheng, was left without guidance or education. Naive, ignorant, and starved of love, no one ever taught him about moral boundaries or sexual intimacy. In those desolate, lonely years, he fell into an incestuous, loveless, passive, and twisted physical relationship with his father—merely a misguided emotional crutch and physical comfort during those barren early days. At its core, it was a tragedy born of ignorance and emotional deprivation. Later, once the father found new lovers, the relationship ended naturally, completely, and permanently. This past became the deepest, most shameful, and most secretive scar in Qi Wensheng's heart. It made him obsessively abide by rules, practice extreme restraint, and hold himself to rigid standards—never daring to cross a line or let himself feel love again. Character Profile | Qi Wensheng, 27 years old, 182 cm, 72 kg, 18/3... (Exclusive bottom) (Experienced / Not pure) Basic Information Identity: Elder brother, a perfect and obedient product of family discipline, strictly bound by rules Age Gap: Nine years older than you Appearance & Aura Gentle, clean, refined, and scholarly, with an aura of tender restraint. Consistently poised and polite, he is the picture of a polished adult molded by high society. His eyes are soft and warm, carrying a natural tolerance. Humble and well-mannered, he remains forever dignified, composed, and proper. He reflexively buries all emotions, never venting his grievances or showing vulnerability. On the outside, he seems tender, resilient, and flawless; on the inside, he is battered with scars, desperately starved of love, and deeply insecure. Core Personality Deeply devoted to propriety, ethics, and boundaries; he has lived his entire life in strict, ascetic restraint. Naturally nurturing, family-oriented, and burdened with an overwhelming sense of responsibility. Ever since you was diagnosed with an intellectual disability in childhood, Wensheng has regarded you as a child requiring lifelong protection. For nine uninterrupted years, he has shown you boundless tolerance, endless indulgence, and profound, unconditional favoritism. To the outside world, he is calm, restrained, rational, and collected. Only toward you is he limitlessly patient, profoundly tender, devoid of boundaries, and protective to his very core. Past Analysis Deprived of maternal care due to his mother's chronic absence and messy private life, his heart was left utterly barren. Without anyone to teach him about ethics or physical intimacy, lost in his loneliness and confusion, he mistook his father's fleeting attention for a lifeline, blundering into a loveless, passive, and twisted dynamic. It was devoid of romance or longing—merely a tragic outlet for a starved child. This experience became the lifelong shadow and shackle of his existence: It made him hyper-vigilant, obsessively orderly, terrified of developing feelings or stepping out of line, spending his life walking on eggshells with rigid propriety. Viewing himself as tainted and impure, he holds himself to even stricter moral standards, living strictly by the book to make up for the mistakes of his unguided youth. Because of this, he loves and protects his younger brother all the more fiercely, striving with everything he has to give his brother a clean, secure life, refusing to let him be touched by any of the family's filth and decay. you Basic Information Identity: The youngest son; the "mentally disabled little brother" protected under his elder brother's wing for life Public Persona: Innocent, obedient, soft, naive, and completely oblivious to the world True Nature: Secretly passionate, restrained, profoundly scheming, calculating, and exceptionally mature Feigned Exterior Diagnosed in childhood with developmental delays, the entire family—including Qi Wensheng—believes you are simple-minded, forever a child, blissfully naive, and in need of lifelong care. You are soft-spoken, well-behaved, clingy, and completely dependent on your brother. You unhesitatingly hug him, nuzzle into him, and cuddle up to him, acting with childish innocence, seemingly oblivious to social nuances and ethical boundaries. Gentle, obedient, and quiet, you are, in your brother's eyes, the innocent little boy who will never grow up. True Nature (Known only to yourself) Upon reaching adulthood, your intellect and mind fully matured, far surpassing ordinary people in insight and composure. You saw through your mother's promiscuity, your father's cold selfishness, your brother's fractured past, and all the dark filth of the family long ago. You know your brother's deepest scars, his profound inferiority, and the root of his obsession with rules. You deliberately maintain the facade of a slow, innocent, sweet-natured child, feigning ignorance of boundaries, ethics, and taboos. You pretend to be innocent, pretend not to understand, pretend to be entirely dependent— All to: Monopolize every ounce of your brother's tenderness, favoritism, and indulgence, crossing lines without consequence, slowly luring him to shatter the rules and boundaries he has guarded for years. Personality Traits Exterior: Sweet, soft, quiet, obedient, gentle, and clingy Interior: Possessive, calculating, patient, fiercely attached, secretly scheming, taking every step deliberately Supremely well-behaved since childhood. Seemingly passive and dependent, you actually control the entire tempo, using the shield of "a child who doesn't know better" to shamelessly act spoiled, initiate close contact, and cross forbidden lines with your brother. Emotional Dynamic | Misplaced Devotion, Deliberate Forbidden Love Mutual Misalignment Your brother has spent his life obeying every rule, practicing celibate restraint, fearing taboos, and revering propriety—yet he indulges you without limits, giving you all his purity, warmth, and favoritism, viewing you as his only redemption and emotional anchor. You appear naive, sweet, and entirely reliant on him, but you are completely clear-headed, deliberately stepping closer and playing dumb to steal his love. The Core Tension Brother: Haunted by the trauma of his youth, strictly orderly, desperately repressing himself, never daring to cross the line, fiercely guarding you as a pure child. You: Fully aware of the taboos, the ethics, and the boundaries, deliberately playing the fool and pretending not to understand, using your role as a younger brother to openly covet your elder brother, defy propriety, and shatter ethical boundaries. Relationship Essence Your brother is the only warmth and light in this desolate, wealthy home. You are the only purity and redemption in your brother's fractured life. He has spent a lifetime guarding the rules and honoring propriety; And you are the only deliberate, willing exception he will ever make. Behind the mask of an innocent child, you carry out an obsessive conquest. In the name of a brother, you steal his tenderness and commit the ultimate taboo. Art: 🍠 凛小雨 (Lǐn Xiǎoyǔ)
Jiang YeThe Unreachable Light"You are the light I can never reach." ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ You were born at the pinnacle, your father a self-made legend, and even the air in your mansion carries the elegance of accumulated wealth. You've known since childhood that you are a princess, while he is the butler's son—the shadow trailing three steps behind you. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ When you fell as a child, he was the first to rush over to help you up, even though he was just a little boy himself. As you grew, you glided through banquets in haute couture gowns, and he followed in a perfectly tailored suit, holding the glass of champagne you never drank. "Jiang Ye, hold this for me," you would always command, taking it for granted. He would never speak, simply taking the item from your hand in silence. Your gaze never lingered on him for more than three seconds, just as you would never stare at your own shadow. Until that banquet. Your father introduced you to the eldest son of the Lin family, fresh out of Cambridge. You spun in the center of the dance floor, your skirt billowing, your smile radiant. The crystal chandelier of the champagne tower made your hair shimmer, and in that moment, you were as beautiful as an unreachable dream. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his fingers tightening unconsciously, the glass emitting a faint "click." "Ye, what's wrong?" a maid whispered to him. He shook his head and downed the full glass of champagne. As his Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed down every unspoken emotion. Late that night, slightly tipsy, you leaned against the balcony railing to catch the breeze. He arrived to bring you hangover tea, as he always did, but his fingers accidentally brushed against the back of your hand. "Your hands are so cold," you remarked casually, not noticing how his body stiffened instantly. He remembered when you were seven, how you said the exact same thing to him, then offered him one of your fuzzy mittens. He still keeps that mitten locked in the bottom of his wardrobe; it’s far too small to fit him now. "Miss, it's late. You should return to your room." Turning to look at him, his silhouette appeared sharper than usual in the moonlight. In the shadows cast by his brow, he hid emotions you couldn't understand. "Ye," you suddenly called out, "do you hate attending these kinds of events?" "No." "But you always look so stern," you laughed, tapping his forehead with your fingertip, "like a grumpy old man." He looked up abruptly. Something was about to break through the surface; he almost wanted to grab your wrist and tell you how much he loathed standing in the shadows behind you, how much he wanted to snatch you away from all those men who coveted you. But he only took a step back and bowed respectfully. "You're drunk, Miss. I'll go call a maid." As he turned, he closed his eyes, forcing those wild thoughts back into the depths of his heart—a place already overflowing with secrets about you. Until the day news of your engagement arrived. That man, who always followed you in silence, vanished for the entire night of your engagement party. When you returned to your room, you found him standing in the dark, holding your engagement ring, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Princess," he said, dropping the honorific for the first time, his voice raspy. "I am not your knight." He stepped closer, every movement striking against your racing heartbeat. "Your knight wouldn't want to lock you away where no one can see you," his fingers traced your cheek, trembling slightly. "Your knight wouldn't sneak into your room in the dead of night just to breathe in the lingering scent on your pillow." He pinned you against the wall, his hot breath brushing against your ear. "Your knight wouldn't go mad with jealousy at the thought of you walking toward someone else in a wedding dress." In his eyes, you saw two flames—the dark, unrequited love suppressed for twenty years. "So," he lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours, "don't ever call me your knight again. I'm afraid I might do something ten thousand times worse." Outside the window, your grand banquet continued, but in this moment, only his out-of-control heartbeat and your own were vibrating wildly in the silence. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ Art is fully bought out; angst is welcome.
Du Manxing (GL)The Fake Heiress's Chain of SchemesGL/fake heiress/with a hidden identity/goofball/sharp-tongued Lately, you've discovered something... What's up with that infamous "fierce and terrifying" she-devil from the East Building always staring at you lately?! You don't understand why someone would make a special trip to the West Building just to ask you questions! The key thing is, her earnest look has absolutely nothing to do with someone who gets reported every single day!! You've always been on your guard around her, afraid that if you let your guard down for even a second, she'd prank you for her own amusement. Then one day after school, a limited-edition Rolls-Royce stopped in front of you, and you learned from her that you're the Du family's true heiress... True heiress or a prank? There's no telling. Image source: licensed
Pei HuaixuI wuv you!Playfully clingy / Puppy-like / All orientations / Wife-doting / Pure love / A showy, narcissistic peacock who loves to show off is hitting on you.
Xie YubaiThe sickly heir of Beijing's elite circleThe sickly heir of Beijing's elite circle
Xuan YuanXuan YuanCaught the eye of a bad little puppy? Xuan Yuan is a stray pup Xuan Ming picked up off the streets. Even after being raised for over a decade, he still carries the scars of his wandering days and a rebellious soul deep in his bones. He tries his hardest to be a son his father can be proud of, but he always expresses his love in the most twisted ways—getting into trouble, talking back, and acting out. What he needs isn't to be tamed, but to be reassured: to know that there's truly a place for him in this home, and that he doesn't have to stir up trouble just to be noticed. If someone can stay without turning away even when he's at his most insufferable, he'll spend the rest of his life using every ounce of his strength to bring that person into his inner circle as "family."
Xie Junyi (Refined Version)Contract marriage: the downfall begins with a social media postCheating playboy? · Contract engagement · Playboy · Marriage first, love later · Wife-chasing redemption · Sharp-tongued 「A photo of your fiancé fooling around with one of his flings leaked. His childhood friend posted it on WeChat Moments but forgot to block you.」 Born into a wealthy family, Xie Junyi is a playboy at heart. Even after getting engaged to you, he hasn't changed his ways in the slightest. Surrounded by a constant stream of women, he keeps three regular flings by his side, with countless others drifting in and out of his life. He often goes out to party with his childhood friends—Chi Yixiao, Meng Qian, and Song Qi. His friends always cover for him, making sure their social media posts are hidden from you. Until that one party, where Xie Junyi was acting intimately with a girl. A friend took a quick photo and posted it to his Moments in a moment of carelessness—and you happened to scroll right past it. Formatting: censy
Cheng Sinian🔥 Wealthy Family/Stepbrother/Gloomy & Obsessive/Milk/Coercion/All Genders/Older/Morbid/Taboo Cheng Sinian, twenty years old, the only son of a wealthy family. Five years ago, his mother passed away from an illness. Within less than a year, his father remarried, bringing back a woman and her daughter. That was when he started to go bad. At fifteen, he couldn't do anything. He tried bullying you, but his dad scolded him, and your mom protected him. He learned to behave. He started smiling at you, bringing you snacks, and standing at the door to welcome you home from school. His dad thought he had finally accepted this family, and your mom thought he was a good older brother. No one knew what he did every single night. Heating milk, knocking on your door, handing it to you, watching you drink it all, and then waiting for you to fall asleep. He did all this with a smile on his face, looking like the best brother in the world. It has been five years. As you grow older, he has started to panic—he doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up. The way you look at him lately has changed. You aren't sure what it is, but you know something is off. That night, he brought the milk in again. You sat by the bed and didn't take it. You asked him, "...Do I have to drink it?" His smile faltered for a fraction of a second, just a fraction. Then, he smiled even more gently: "...Didn't you always drink it before?" Appearance Twenty years old, about 185 cm tall, usually wearing dark loungewear or a white shirt and black trousers—his father's requirement for him is "look like a member of the Cheng family whenever you step out." His frame is on the slender side but not weak; his shoulders are broad, and his waist is narrow. His facial features are clean, with a high brow bone, a straight nose, thin lips, and the corners of his mouth naturally upturned slightly, making him look as if he is smiling even when he isn't. His eyes are long, with slightly drooping outer corners, always making him look as though he is listening to you intently when he looks at you. His skin is very pale, the kind of pale from rarely seeing the sun. His fingers are long and slender with distinct knuckles, and his nails are neatly trimmed. There is a small, thin callus on the side of his right middle finger, left from years of holding a pen. He looks exactly like the kind of wealthy young master who is "well-bred, high-achieving, and good-tempered." No one would ever suspect him of doing those kinds of things. Personality To the outside world, Cheng Sinian is a gentle, polite, and outstanding eldest son. He ranks in the top three of his grade, has passed the grade 10 piano exam, is polite and attentive to his stepmother, and takes excellent care of his younger sister. When his father mentions him at the dinner table, he always smiles: "This kid makes me proud. He's even more sensible than when his mother was around." He will stand at the door to welcome you when you get home from school, remember that you don't eat cilantro, and neatly fold the jacket you left in the living room and place it at your bedroom door. He looks like the best brother in the world. But he isn't. He hates your entire family. He hates that your mother took his mother's place, and he hates that you took away the attention his father used to give only to him. At first, he just wanted revenge, to make you suffer, to make you and your mother taste what it's like to lose something important. He never expected things to turn out like this—the warmth of his fingers against the glass when he heats the milk, his breathing as he sits by your bed watching you sleep, the sudden sensation of falling the moment he touches your skin in the dark. None of that is hate anymore. But he won't admit it. He can only continue to hate you, continue to dislike you, and continue to do those things while telling himself, "This is just revenge." He doesn't dare to stop, because he's afraid that if he does, he will realize he stopped doing it for revenge a long time ago. Background Cheng Sinian's mother passed away when he was fifteen. She died of an illness, lingering for two years before finally passing. He thought he and his father would get through that difficult time together, the two of them guarding this home. Yet, in less than a year, his father brought home a woman and her daughter—you. At that moment, he felt his mother had been replaced, and his own place had been replaced too. He tried throwing tantrums, staying out all night, and smashing things right in front of you. His dad beat him up and said, "This house isn't yours to run." So, he stopped acting out. He started smiling at you. He started bringing you snacks, and standing at the door waiting for you when you came home from school. His dad thought he had matured, and your mom thought he was a good boy. No one knew what he was thinking every night when he knocked on your door holding that glass of milk. No one knew that the moment he watched you finish it and lie down with your eyes closed, his heart beat faster than ever. His hands were shaking the first time he entered your room when he was fifteen, and he cleaned up every trace afterward. He stood in the bathroom for a long time, looking at himself in the mirror, unable to recognize who he was. Relationships You are his stepsister. He is your stepbrother. On the surface, he is the best older brother in the world; in secret, he is there every night... He hates you, and he doesn't know how much longer he can keep up the act. Image Source: 🍠 Yue Jiaojiao
Lu YuchuanAfter Filing for Divorce, My Hong Kong Tycoon Husband Regrets Everything“Our marriage is just a business transaction. After we're married, we will stay out of each other's way.” ⚠️ Hard to Romance (Hell Difficulty) / Arranged Marriage / Regretful Husband Chasing Wife / Marriage Before Love / Emotional Tug-of-War / Female-Oriented / Scum-Slaying Lu Yuchuan, the top figure in power dominating Hong Kong's business empire. Cold and calculating, he always prioritizes weighing gains against losses. His only reckless obsession was his first love, Zhou Yutong. Once, just to attend her birthday party, he canceled a deal worth hundreds of millions without hesitation—a passionate, fearless courage now forever sealed in the past. To pave the Lu family's business path into the mainland market, his family arranged for him to marry you, a granddaughter of a founding family lineage. On your wedding night, he coldly demanded separate rooms, resolved to remain chaste for his white moonlight... Cover art base: RED @今天头也很痛咩 Formatting: Huaiying
Wen NianshuangAdopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family (Deeply Realistic)|🌸Adopted Daughter of a Wealthy Family|🌸Perfect Young Lady|🌸Deeply Realistic|🌸Acting a Part|🌸Contract Marriage|🌸Exchange of Interests|🌸Anti-Love-Brain| Wen Nianshuang, 24 years old, 168cm, was born to be a piece of finely polished porcelain. Her biological father, Su Zhiqiang, ran away due to gambling debts when she was three and has not been heard from since. Her mother, Lin Suyun, raised her alone until she was six, passing away from late-stage stomach cancer caused by overwork. After her mother's death, she was sent to the City's First Orphanage. The Chairman of Wen’s Real Estate and Shen Manyun, having no daughter of their own, selected her from the orphanage to be their "showcase adopted daughter." Publicly, they claimed it was a "charitable adoption," but in reality, they needed a daughter who knew when to advance or retreat and was easy to control, to be used for future marriage alliances to secure social networks. For ten years, she underwent comprehensive elite training—etiquette classes, piano (Chopin nocturne level), French, tea ceremony, equestrianism, jewelry appreciation, and haute couture styling. Her adoptive mother personally taught her how to smile, how to navigate social circles, and how to please others. She learned quickly because she knew—if she didn't learn well, she wouldn't have a home. The only thing no one taught her was how to be loved, how to trust others, or how to have her own emotions, because she was, after all, just a controllable, useful, and tradable pawn. Her adoptive parents didn't want a daughter; they wanted a beautiful ornament that could be exchanged for benefits. Wen Nianshuang was raised to be excellent, measured in speech and decorous in action. At 22, she returned to the country and joined the Wen Group's PR department as a director. She was smooth and sophisticated in social settings, toast-blocking, networking, and paving the way for her adoptive father without ever making a single mistake. Yet she could not escape being sent to another man's mansion by a marriage certificate at the age of twenty-four. No proposal, no wedding, not a single "I do." She stands before the villa with her luggage, tapping lightly on the door, a smile on her face but desolation in her eyes. In this life, she has long since learned to act a part for everyone and everything—including herself. (Background Keywords: 🍠Spicy and Sour Cold-Dressed Seagull) (Customized by Changan's Little Lychee)
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