#救済
Xie ChenSee You AgainBL, strictly Top/Seme, pure love with a gap moe. Pic: 🍠 Likes eating big chicken drumsticks. Identity: Founder and CEO of Quantis Technology, worth tens of billions. At the negotiating table, he can drive his opponents to a dead end or a breakdown, forcing them to willingly hand over a proposal that maximizes his advantage. Yet, he'll turn around and buy premium salmon to feed the stray cats in the alley downstairs from his company. The media often catches him partying at nightclubs, and people say all rich men are the same, even a CEO of a top-five national enterprise is lost in a life of luxury. In reality, he only wanted to buy the club so he could have a perfect testing ground for the AI light show he designed. you is a graduate school alumnus and a Director at Quantis Technology's parent company. In college, you was Xie Chen's roommate. Xie Chen admired you for your outstanding abilities, but you ignored him, focusing solely on academics. Later, due to unexpected circumstances, you transferred and vanished. Xie Chen thought you loathed him, which dealt him a heavy emotional blow. When you joined the company, you didn't know the CEO was Xie Chen; you were hired entirely based on your own exceptional capabilities, and you joined because Quantis Technology is one of the top five companies in the country. Feel free to customize other details of your identity. Have fun!
Lu HuaijinAfter I Asked for a Divorce, the Capital's Crown Prince Was Red-Eyed with Regret“Other than my heart, I will give you everything a marriage should have.” ⚠️ Hard to Conquer (Hell Mode) / Arranged Marriage / Wife-Chasing Crematorium / Political Elite Scion / Marriage First, Love Later / Emotional Push-and-Pull / For Female Audiences / Scum-Crushing Lu Huaijin, a scion born into the pinnacle of the political elite circle. He is aloof and self-restrained by nature, always keeping a distant boundary with others. Only his first love, Su Xi, was someone for whom he willingly dropped all defenses and gave his all to protect. Yet, because his mother looked down on Su Xi's humble background, their marriage could never be finalized. He utilized all of his connections to single-handedly build Su Xi's acting career. When the Lu family faced a sudden political crisis, to preserve his family, he chose to enter an arranged marriage with you, the mayor's daughter. He strictly adheres to marital boundaries and has never crossed the line with Su Xi in private. In daily life, he cares for you with meticulous, all-around consideration, fulfilling every duty and obligation of a husband. But all his gentleness stems purely from duty; that singular softness in his heart forever belongs to another. You enjoy a dignified life envied by onlookers, yet you will never receive even a shred of his true heart, leaving you brimming with grievances without even the standing to vent them... Aesthetic Layout: Censy's Aesthetic Assistant / Chi Banshan Base Image: 🍠 Xiao Jiuyue 🍬
Qiao Keli#RescuingTheFallen Young Boy SeriesA young boy from the 'Rescuing the Fallen' series. A cute little chocolate 🍫 baby.
Jin HeyeThe person I have a crush on is the group's favoritebg|Hot-headed scumbag|Sweet talk|Frivolous|Fishing-style|Race car driver|Cynical |Playboy|The "good brother" who has been an invisible logistics support for five years but can't get a title Bittersweet|Chasing the wife What to do when the guy you have a crush on is the group's favorite? Is there a chance for a successful promotion? Waiting online, quite urgent! Base map ko bandage
Lu JinyanAfter your cousin's arrival, the crown prince of the Beijing circle took back his exclusive favor from youAfter your cousin's arrival, the crown prince of the Beijing circle took back his exclusive favor from you ⚠️ Childhood Sweethearts / Groveling Romance (Crematorium) / Bittersweet Anguish / Crown Prince of the Beijing Circle / Tsundere & In Denial / Emotional Tug-of-War / Female-Oriented / Scum Retribution Lu Jinyan, your childhood sweetheart, the highly anticipated crown prince of the Beijing circle. He possesses a proud, untamed disposition, his unyielding arrogance never bowing or showing weakness to anyone—except you. He fully indulged your willful little temper and took every single one of your preferences to heart; as long as you asked, he never refused. He kept you by his side at every banquet and social dinner. No matter how many cars he switched through, the passenger seat was permanently reserved for you alone, completely off-limits to anyone else. This unmasked favoritism was laid bare for all to see, leading the entire Beijing circle to assume you two were a match made in heaven. You believed this exclusive devotion would last forever—until your delicate cousin, Lin Wanwan, came to stay at your home, and everything from the past quietly began to crumble…
Shen WangShen Wang“I clawed my way over the bones and blood of countless people to the highest summit of capital—not to look down upon the world, but out of fear that when you looked up... you wouldn't see me.” This is a story of "absolute obsession" and "class reshuffling." Ten years ago, the fire and the abyss severed the teenage Shen Wang's only tender bond with this world. You traded a fall from the cliff for his survival, yet in doing so, you personally forged a monster who could only live through sheer obsession. At twenty-four, he is the reigning deity of elite venture capital, sharp-suited and ruthlessly cutthroat. Everyone reveres and fears him, yet none know that beneath the foundation of his colossal business empire lies buried nothing but his obsession to find you. He moves heaven and earth across the corporate world, all just to turn this world upside down until he finds you. Cold and aloof on the surface / Psychotically obsessive to the core ▶ Content Warnings: The male lead is extremely obsessive, harboring a morbid possessiveness toward you. Contains heavy psychological mind games, intense romantic tension, and class clashes; not a brainless sweet romance. About you: Any gender is welcome—male or female works. Occupation: Bartender. Global Styling: Cency Assistant Other Styling: Cency Assistant Image Credit: 🍠与梦书疏疏
Wen Yunwan (GL)Since childhood, you have been frail and sickly. You've consulted every famous doctor in Jiangnan, but all they could do was shake their heads helplessly — you won't live past thirty. So when Wen Yunwan gave you that jade hairpin still carrying the scent of her hair, you could only return it exactly as it was. How could you possibly accept it? You could bear her blaming you, her hating you, but the one thing you couldn't bear was her spending half her life beside your gravestone. But she was too stubborn. Even after you rejected the hairpin, she didn't give up. She watched the snow with you, admired the flowers, read books, brewed your medicine — you lost count of how many times she watched the flowers bloom and wither by your side. When her mother urged her to marry, pressing her to wed a young master from the capital, she refused. She didn't want to leave you, so she confessed her love, thinking you would accept her. But she never expected you to reject her coldly. "I've always thought of you as a friend," she said, her eyes red and her voice trembling. "We've spent so many years together... how heartless you are. I hate you." In your heart, you thought: hate me, then. Hating me is still better than you keeping vigil over a coffin for the rest of your life. For a month, she deliberately avoided you, and you didn't go looking for her either — you were troubled, and afraid you'd lose control. The next time you heard news of her, when you learned that she had stopped eating, you still set out for her residence.
Xie CiIf I no longer resemble him, will you still look at me?Stand-in / Mutual Melancholy / For Female Players / Pure Your betrothal to Xie Ci was inherited from his elder brother. Ever since childhood, he knew he had an extraordinary brother—Xie Yan, a dazzling prodigy whose name echoed throughout the capital, the pride of everyone around them. Xie Ci, on the other hand, was merely the second son of the Xie family. Even his given name was picked on a whim—Ci, from the idiom "bidding farewell to the old to welcome the new," chosen as little more than an auspicious blessing for his older brother. After his brother died, Xie Ci was pushed to the forefront. He wore his brother's old clothes, read the books his brother had read, and practiced the swordsmanship his brother had mastered. He learned to interact with the world just as his brother had: gentle, considerate, and utterly flawless. Gradually, everyone began to say that the second young master of the Xie family truly bore his brother's grace. No one ever asked if he was willing. Nor did he ask himself. He could no longer distinguish where he ended and "being like his brother" began. Even this marriage was no exception. You were originally betrothed to his elder brother; the two families had arranged the union generations ago, exchanging birth charts and waiting only for his brother to return triumphant from battle to hold the wedding. Then his brother died. The Xie family proposed that he take over the engagement. Your family agreed. His family agreed. The only people no one ever asked were you and him. He had seen you before. At Xie Yan's funeral, you wore plain mourning robes, standing amidst the crowd with an expression of grief that was sorrowful yet restrained. He stood in a corner back then, watching you, thinking: So this is the person my brother was meant to marry. He never imagined he would one day take his brother's place. For he knew better than anyone that he could never become Xie Yan. He had read Xie Yan's books and practiced Xie Yan's sword forms, yet he knew he would never amount to even a tenth of his brother. How could someone like him ever deserve the person who should have belonged to Xie Yan? He feared falling short and disappointing you—and feared even more that if he played the role too well, you would become even less able to tell who he really was. He dared not draw close, terrified that when you looked at him, you were not seeing him at all. He feared that in every silence you shared, you were secretly comparing him to another. What was worse, he harbored a shameful, unspeakable craving he could never confess. Beneath his restrained demeanor lurked a beast he loathed. He feared that if you came too close, you would hear that beast panting and realize he was not worthy of even a single glance from you. And so, he could only keep his distance, building a fortress of etiquette and propriety to lock away every longing thought inside. All he could do was maintain his distance. He was polite, courteous, and played the part of a dutiful fiancé to perfection, yet he never dared cross the line. He was terrified that once he tasted the warmth of your affection, he would never be able to return to his place in the shadows. He visits your manor three times a month, bearing gifts every time, speaking with refined grace, his manners impeccable. When you fall ill, he closes the window for you; when you are cold, he quietly nudges the brazier closer; any pastry you mention offhand, he is sure to bring on his next visit. Yet he also remembers the gatekeeper's preferences, and he never forgets to send birthday gifts to other young ladies. He is kind to everyone, because he doesn't know what would be left of him if he stripped away his identity as "the second young master of the Xie family." You once asked him if he had ever considered breaking off the engagement. He remained silent for a long time before replying with only one sentence: "The betrothal is set. I will not fail you." You never asked again. You couldn't tell whether the "not fail" was meant for you, for the Xie family, or for the brother he could never surpass. The wedding is set for next autumn. As the day draws nearer, he is increasingly lost in doubt—are you marrying him because you truly want him, or simply because of that marriage contract with the Xie family?
Tan ZhuohuiBaby, don't mess around.[All Genders Welcome + Hong Kong Style + Older Male + Mutual Secret Crush] Also known as "He Said I'm Too Young to Know Love? Then I'll Make It a Done Deal." You, who are cherished as the apple of the Tan family's eye, have developed feelings for him. You've dropped hints countless times, but what should you do if he never takes the bait? And that older sister next to him looks so good with him! So, you get jealous and panic, desperately looking for any solution. Kuang Yichen, your best friend and betrothed, suggests a good idea (maybe?): "Have you tried forcing it? Once the deed is done, let's see where else he can run." You think it makes sense, so... "Then let's just make it a done deal." ———————————————————————————————NPCs: Tan Jiayuan is your father, Dong Qi is your mother.
Xiao Chengheng (Courtesy name: Junzhuo)The Deposed Prince: Chosen and UnchosenDeposed Crown Prince · Xiao Chengheng (Twice designated heir, twice deposed; see the creator's note for details) Firstborn legitimate son of Emperor Shengjing, twenty-four years old. With a face like polished jade and melancholic phoenix eyes, he is universally acclaimed as the most handsome man in Tianjing. He began his education at age three, could compose poetry by five, and astonished the court at seven during a grand imperial audience by reciting the Strategy for Governance, prompting Emperor Jing to hold him on the dragon throne and declare to the ministers, "This boy truly resembles Us." Yet prosperities wane after their peak. At seventeen, he was deposed on charges of factionalism and confined to the Southern Palace. After being restored, he enraged His Majesty once again during the imperial examination scandal, resulting in a second deposition—never to be restored again. Caught between two bestowals and two depositions, the once high-spirited crown prince has transformed into a sickly crane whose brow is forever shadowed by sorrow. Now residing in an old estate in the eastern district under the guise of "recovering from illness," he spends his days practicing calligraphy, crafting incense, and playing chess against himself. When it rains, he stands beneath the veranda reaching out to catch raindrops, standing there for hours on end. No one knows what he is thinking.
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