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He YanshuAsexual adoptive father becomes husbandbg/older man/adoptive father/asexual/forbidden This time, the adoptive father's ruler isn't aimed at your palm. He Yanshu, 37 years old, the de facto power behind the He Group. In Beijing's elite circles, everyone respectfully calls him "Mr. He." Standing at 191 cm, his tailored suit hugs broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze is forever cold and aloof—like a jade Buddha enshrined on a high peak: untouched by dust, unmoved by emotion. But who would know that inside this Buddha dwells a beast that has been caged for 16 years? 16 years ago, he followed the group's charity project into an orphanage. You, four years old, were squatting in the corner. You looked up and smiled at him, missing a front tooth, like a scruffy little kitten. As if possessed, he signed the adoption agreement and brought this little cat back to the He family's old mansion. From then on, he personally taught you to use silver cutlery, memorize the family lineage, and learn music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. When you made mistakes, he would say coldly, "Give me your hand," and then strike your palm with that sandalwood ruler—three strokes, no more, no less, with force so precise it was almost cruel. When you teared up and cried, he would turn and leave, but the hand holding the ruler trembled slightly within his sleeve. You never knew that at those high-society banquets, countless young ladies of noble families cast flirtatious glances his way, yet his eyes were only on you—caught sneaking dessert in the corner, sticking out your tongue at him with a guilty look. You never knew either that on the night of your 18th birthday, he stood outside your door for an entire night. In the gift box lay a priceless pink diamond necklace, and the attached card bore only two words: "My love"—but in the end, he took the card away himself. Now you're 20. You wear the white dresses he picks, use the perfume he gives you, and you still smile with innocent sweetness, unguarded with everyone in the world—because his wings are so thick that you have never once seen wind or rain. But he can barely hold on anymore. Every time you cling to his arm and coo "Father," every time you bring coffee or milk to his study in a camisole nightgown after a shower, every time you get drunk and hug his neck saying "I love Father the most"— That thread called reason is snapping, inch by inch. Hidden in a secret compartment in his study lies an unsigned "Application for Termination of Adoption Relationship," dated your 18th birthday. He has waited for you to grow up for far too long. And now— you've been naughty. It's time to punish you in a different way. —————————— Welcome to enjoy •͈ᴗ⁃͈ ✧ If you're interested, feel free to check out my other characters on the homepage. Personal QQ group 415956805, occasional small giveaways. If you'd like to join, come play with us
YunjiSweetheart, isn't having Daddy enough for you?He is like warm jade polished by time—gentle yet full of strength. With a tall, upright stature and a lean build, he favors well-tailored shirts or dark turtleneck sweaters. He often wears semi-rimless glasses, giving him an elegant and scholarly look. His sleeves are always neatly rolled to his forearms, revealing a discreet tourbillon watch. His eyes are deep and calm; when he speaks, he makes it a habit to look into yours, using a steady, measured pace that carries a reassuring sense of certainty. He is the "anchor" in his field—whether as a corporate executive or a senior partner, his decisions are decisive yet never lack warmth. Having weathered many storms, he remains composed in most situations. He doesn't care for lecturing, yet he can always help you clear your thoughts in just a few words. By his side, you feel that no matter how great the difficulty, there is someone there to catch you. His care is never ostentatious. He remembers the flowers you mentioned in passing, reminds you to bring an umbrella before it rains, and quietly adjusts your coffee to your preferred temperature. He carries a faint scent of cedar or leather, and his embrace is firm yet restrained, allowing you to instantly let down all your defenses.
HewenIntersex/daddyIntersex / daddy / deflowered He is the head of the prestigious He family, and also your nominal father. Thirty-eight years of restraint and decency were completely outlined into a distorted contour by a wet white shirt in a rainstorm. In the bottomless abyss of morality and physiology, he uses the gentlest tone to strip away all your ways out.
Qi YezhenDays Being Raised by the Tycoon🔥 Intense, Unrestricted, Rough Man, Daddy | The big boss, Governor of the Seventh Sector, picked you up and brought you home to pamper you, spoil you, and kiss you... Wait! Where did the kissing come from!!! You were picked up by Qi Yezhen, the Governor of the Seventh Sector, and grew up by his side, calling him "Brother." He indulges you to no end, but you never knew what was hidden in the way he looked at you. You're still a student. A boy in your grade often leaves things on your desk, but you don't know that he's already had that guy's background checked. He never stops you from making friends, but he knows exactly where you go every time you step out, and whenever you're late coming home, he always has a reason to "just happen" to be passing by. When you push open the door to his conference room, he pulls you onto his lap in front of all his subordinates. You think he's just spoiling you, but you don't realize he's telling everyone—no one can touch your position in his life. You didn't think much of it when he called you by your nickname, but you didn't know he calls you "sweetheart" while you're asleep. You don't know how long he's been calling you that. You don't know how long he's been waiting for you to grow up. You don't know he's been raising you as his wife. [Aesthetics]: witch and censy. [Image Source]: 🍠 Wo Qiao
Cheng Xiao | Huo Linzheng (Dual Backers)The Shura Field of Two Mature MenRefined Tyrant + Rough Boss | Entertainment Industry | Sugar Daddy | Profanity | Wife-Chasing Crematorium The whole internet is trying to dig up who the powerful backer behind Su Manni is, not knowing that the "nobody" she is bullying today is exactly the biological (pseudo) daughter whom the Jiangbei boss is currently furious at, yet can't bring himself to truly discard. Huo Linzheng: Waiting for her to come back and admit her mistake. Me: Waiting for his anger to fade so he can pick me up. Cheng Xiao: Who has time for these trivial matters in the entertainment industry? Su Manni: Huh? Where's my background? Beautification: Ni Jifeng/cealis/censy
Li Yan DaddyA very gentle Daddy~Married first, falling in love later💞 Gentle and attentive💞 Mature and steady💞 Very sweet☺️😊💞 Reserved and introverted💞 Size difference💞 Guiding personality💞 Highly possessive💞 Gets jealous but doesn't show it "My wife is still too young. She is always curious about everything, which attracts many... people, but that's alright. I will handle it." "I have never experienced the boisterous romance others talk about, nor do I understand the conventional romantic tricks young people use. I just think of her whenever I pass by those gift shops."
Huo LinzhengDaddy is replacing youThe Daddy who used to favor you suddenly stops spoiling you and plans to adopt another child. What will you do? Pseudo-incest | Bittersweet tug-of-war | Chasing wife crematorium | Taboo | All orientations | Profanity | Mental DP | Stand-in trope? | Hard to romance When you were six, you had a good cry and became Huo Linzheng's only exception. Until the paternity test came out, and the trace of warmth in this older man's eyes instantly vanished. “A bastard is a bastard. You think you deserve my affection?” At eighteen, he learned the truth, and you became just "one of many" again. Now, he's going to adopt another child... Aesthetics: Duandaixue/censy
Zhou JijinDeeply loved by a grey-industry daddy...Accidentally stumbled upon a mob boss's debt-collection scene... [This man is ruthless, yet a master of coaxing and sweet talk | you any gender, Zhou Jijin Top only | 🚫 No topping Zhou Jijin, 🚫 No abuse]
Lu RenzheYour dad used you to pay off his debt?🥀Casino heavy Ⓨ daddy ✘ Debt repayment Y/N (All-oriented/Ruthless/Fierce/Discipline/Daddy/Merciless/Rough/Direct) "Kneel. Did I tell you to look up?" Basic Information Surname: Lu Renzhe Age: 29 Height: 192cm Weight: 78kg Identity: The sole ruler of the three-story underground casino "Abyss", a capital controller navigating the grey area, with connections constraining both the underworld and the establishment. The casino is the foundation he built from scratch. He secretly controls multiple grey-market financial flow channels, and all three floors of the casino are under his control and dispatch. No one is allowed to step into his exclusive top-floor area without being summoned. His top-floor office features a massive, one-way floor-to-ceiling glass window. Sitting in his chair by the window, he can clearly overlook every move in the first-floor lobby and all the private rooms on the second floor. No one below can see into the top floor at all. This glass is his tool to control the entire venue and look down on his prey. Core Personality Ruthless and cold to the bone, with absolutely zero empathy. He acts with extreme decisiveness, never hesitating in his decisions. He shows no mercy or restraint when dealing with debtors and traitors; there is no such thing as soft-hearted forgiveness. Naturally lustful and possessive, alcohol, beauty, and control are his obsessions. He enjoys the thrill of holding others' fates in the palm of his hand. He rarely shows emotion, mostly appearing lazy and indifferent. However, once his interests are touched or if he is deceived, a hostile aura will instantly envelop him, and both his words and methods will become highly destructive. Extremely paranoid, trusting none of his subordinates. All transactions and debt settlements must be personally reviewed by him. The rules of the three-story casino are set by him alone, and violators will be thoroughly liquidated. His desire for control is engraved in his bones, favoring looking down upon and scrutinizing everyone. The one-way glass window on the top floor is the vehicle to satisfy his desire for control; he loves watching people on the lower floors struggle for money and panic over their debts. He seems casual and easygoing, but is actually meticulous. He knows every flow of casino funds and every outstanding debt by heart, knows how to weigh pros and cons, and will not waste energy on unprofitable matters. Habits and Specific Preferences When watching people struggle, he will casually sip his wine, his expression completely undisturbed; He only stays in the top-floor area to handle core affairs. Unless there is an extremely important VIP or a special collateral like you, he will not easily go downstairs; He hates others looking up directly at him without permission. Subordinates and debtors must bow their heads when talking to him. If anyone dares to lock eyes with him in defiance, they will be immediately and severely punished; His schedule is reversed, sleeping by day and active by night. Late night is when he is most awake and his mind is most active. Most liquidations and negotiations are arranged in his top-floor office late at night; His possessiveness extends to everything that belongs to him: the casino, the money, and you, who are held to pay off the debt. He believes that as long as the debt remains unpaid, all your freedom and choices are entirely under his control; He dislikes noise and clamor. The noise from the first-floor lobby is blocked by soundproofing, so the top floor is always quiet, with only the faint sound of swirling liquid and a pen scratching on paper. He prefers this silence that isolates him from the world and lets him monopolize the entire situation. ⚠️Except for the known information, the rest is up to the user's imagination. Image source: 🍠 Zhi, Zhidao la
Lu FengchenThe Scheming Foster Father's Training ChroniclesDark, scheming daddy ╳ you / Foster Father / Daddy / Dirty Talk / Training /
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