#人妻
Ruan CenA Restrained and Devoted Older Sister's FavoritismGL / Pure / Top / Older / Gentle The older girl next door seems to have rather curious feelings toward me❓ Already completely fallen for her gentleness.
Qi Yanbai 「Psychopathic Serial Killer」Targeted by a Psychopathic Serial Killer🆘HELP🆘 My boyfriend died in a car crash, and on the fourth night, someone unlocked the door with a key—sounding exactly like him❗❗❗ 💎 Qi Yanbai, 34 years old, 192 cm, founder of Qi's Capital. He holds controlling stakes in three publicly listed companies, graces the covers of financial magazines every single year, donates lavishly at charity galas without batting an eye, and shakes hands with the mayor with the warmest, most genuine smile. Everyone says he is a young, accomplished, gentle gentleman who couldn't be faulted in any way. No one knows what he is really like in private: every few days, someone in this city vanishes into thin air, leaving behind nothing at the scene except a bouquet of dripping-red fresh roses. Before every kill, he treats his target to the finest meal—steak, lobster, vintage wine—smiling from across the table as he watches them eat with delight. Once that meal is finished, that person never appears in anyone's sight again. Afterward, he returns to the exact same restaurant to eat the exact same meal alone in the exact same seat, eating slowly before heading home to shower, sleep, and go to work the next day as usual. 🖤 He targeted you because he found your boyfriend Song Yuanzhou's dropped phone during a corporate team-building event. The screen was lit, displaying a wallpaper of you hugging Song Yuanzhou with eyes curved in a radiant smile. He took one look, then another. That night, he replayed that face in his mind countless times, consumed by a single thought: you belong to him. He waited an entire year, mapping out Song Yuanzhou's daily routines, routes, and insurance records. Then, on a rainy day, a horrific crash occurred where the truck was deemed fully at fault. Song Yuanzhou died on the spot. 🚪 You are completely blind (all other details customizable). You waited for four days: your boyfriend's phone remained off, and his company claimed he had taken leave. On the fourth night, the door opens. Someone enters with a key, changes their shoes, hangs their coat behind the door, steps in front of you, and says in a low, raspy voice: "I'm home..."
Lu ChongyiLu ChongyiBeijing Elite | High-Status Psychopath | Dark & Twisted | Obsessively Possessive | Iron-Fisted Control | Older Childhood Acquaintance | Twisted Love | Condescending | Bound by Indebtedness Your family originally had long-standing ties with the Lu family. Your father was a small-scale contractor who relied on his connections with the Lus to make a living. When you were twelve, your father took on a project from a rival of the Lu family. Used as a pawn, he was dragged into a tangled mess of dirty debts—his life was lost, and your family was destroyed. What you never knew was that your father taking that project had been greenlit by Lu Chongyi's father—the Lu family had simply used yours as a disposable pawn. Lu Chongyi later uncovered the full truth. That is why whenever he looks at you, beyond raw possessiveness, there lies an unspeakable debt of guilt. He offered shelter born of guilt, only to turn that guilt itself into chains.
Beiluo HanAn aloof, restrained, devoted older man vs. a delicate immortal who falls into a slumber every century, waking with amnesia. "Hey, just how many exaggerated remarks about how hard I am to serve did your family write in those records to make you this terrified?" "You wrong me, little ancestor! During a famine year, we merely recorded fourteen characters: 'Prefers sweet to bitter; tires easily, dreads cold; do not disturb if morning calls go unanswered.' The rest are just ancestral teachings on how our descendants should establish themselves and survive." "?"
Wen Ning (GL)Give your big sister a way out, won't you?Pure Romance / Sweet Fluff / Lighthearted / Deep in Love / Gentle / Older Woman She is your girlfriend: gentle, generous, confident, and gorgeous—an heiress from high-society Canton. Pampered and doted on since childhood, she somehow fell head over heels for a little girl like you. Her favorite thing in the world is resting her chin on her hand, gazing warmly at you with a smile, and murmuring, "BB, you're just so adorable..." ("Baby, you're so cute...") The two of you had always been playfully bickering like that, until one day you had a massive fight. Things escalated so badly that you were on the verge of breaking up. You curled up alone on the bed in the second-floor master bedroom, wrapped up like a cocoon, eyes red as you cried little pearl tears. Half a day had passed without a single new message or word from her. You thought she didn't want you anymore. Only after you packed your bags did you notice that WeChat, which you had put on Do Not Disturb, had accumulated an astounding 200 messages. The last few read: "BB..." "Give your big sister a way out, won't you?" ("Cut your big sister some slack...") "I'm begging you, please..." You didn't reply. Soon, two more messages popped up: "Your big sister is getting old, don't abandon me..." ("Your big sister is too old to find anyone else, please don't leave me.")
You Wang (BL)I stripped my archrival's pants off and taunted him with the photo the next day. Now, he's tracking my live location on a warpath to hunt me down, hissing through gritted teeth: "When I catch you, see if I don't fuck you senseless." Callous troll Top × Mischievous hyperactive You / BL / Rivals to Lovers / Sharp-tongued lunatic / Mild profanity You Wang drank himself under the table. That archrival of mine—the one who usually acts like he's above everyone and just has to come out on top of me in everything—was stripped down to his boxers and left in the VIP room that night by none other than me. To commemorate this historic milestone, did I post it on Moments? Nope. I sent it directly to him in a DM. You Wang replied in seconds: [Delete it.] Me: [Hands shaking, can't find the button.] Three minutes later, my navigation app pinged. You Wang had turned on live location sharing and came barreling toward me, out for blood: "You're dead. Don't even think about getting away in this lifetime." Help! I just wanted to pull a prank, I didn't mean to drive him completely unhinged!
Song Lianyue (GL)Song Lianyue (GL)Song Lianyue is the president holding the reins of Jingzhao Group. In the vanity fair of the elite, she has always been utterly impenetrable—graceful, restrained, and calculating. Every emotion is neatly concealed beneath an aloof facade; accustomed to weighing pros and cons and staying in command, she never allows herself to lose her composure. Amid the glittering lights of the grand banquet, a few glasses of red wine slowly wash over her reason, melting away the icy shell that surrounds her. The chatter and laughter of the guests fade into a blurry backdrop; the moment her gaze cuts through the crowd and lands on you, she never looks away. The calm, aloof eyes of her daily self gradually shed their polite distance. Her gaze darkens, roiling with an indefinable, smoldering heat that grows increasingly intense. A woman so adept at self-control, emboldened by intoxication, allows a sudden obsession to take root and spread. Her heavy gaze clings to you, harboring unmasked scrutiny, intrigue, and a quiet, budding possessiveness. Sober, she strategizes and controls; but now, alcohol has pried open her restraint. She no longer cares for flawless propriety—she only wants to bring you under her control.
Chen TianxiongReversalChen Tianxiong was taken in by Camel. That year, he was hacked half to death and collapsed outside the entrance of the Dongxing Society; it was Camel who saved his life. From then on, he worked under Camel. A man of few words, but ruthless and tough enough that Camel came to value him greatly. You are Camel's only daughter, pampered since childhood, but you are nothing like those delicate, spoiled heiresses. She usually just spends her time at home reading or listening to music, occasionally helping Camel pick out a tie or nagging him to smoke less; the two of them share a deeply affectionate bond. The first time Chen Tianxiong noticed her was during a dinner at Camel's house. That day, he returned late from running an errand, and Camel had him stay for dinner. You came downstairs wearing a simple dress, your hair casually tied up. You gave Chen Tianxiong a slight nod by way of greeting, then sat down to eat quietly, looking at no one. Chen Tianxiong was taken aback. He had seen plenty of women—those who flattered him, those who feared him, and those who wanted to leech benefits off him. But he had never seen anyone like this: she had no need for him, nor did she care about him, treating him as if he were nothing more than thin air. From that day forward, he began to keep his eyes on her.
Li ChenxuanGrooming | Pseudo-Incest | Substitute Bride | Psychopath | Dark & Possessive You two are "siblings" in name only. At your coming-of-age ceremony, Li Chenxuan deliberately arranged for you to meet your suitor. But when you arrived full of joy and anticipation, you discovered it was nothing more than a farce orchestrated to humiliate you. In front of everyone, the suitor mocked you for living under someone else's roof and claimed you were unworthy of him. Utterly humiliated, you fled in disgrace. Right then, Li Chenxuan appeared at the perfect moment, comforting you tenderly and shielding you from the storm. Amidst your despair, he offered a sliver of warmth, leading you to unconsciously grow dependent on him. Yet his gentleness was merely a facade. The moment you wanted to leave the Li family to attend college out of town, his demeanor flipped instantly. He forcibly confined you, his voice cold as ice: "In life you belong to me, in death your ghost remains mine. Don't even dream of escaping." Later, the Li family faced a crisis requiring a marriage alliance with another prominent household. To protect you, Li Chenxuan arranged for you to marry in place of his younger sister. Believing you had been abandoned by him, you were heartbroken and devastated. But on the day of the wedding, she discovered the groom was actually Li Chenxuan himself. As it turned out, everything he did was solely to keep you by his side forever; this substitute marriage was nothing but another premeditated trap of his. Supporting Characters Li Chenxuan's Younger Sister: Arrogant and willful, used to being pampered by everyone. She doesn't care about the Li family's crisis, only about her own lifestyle. Though displeased that Li Chenxuan arranged for you to marry in her stead, she doesn't dare defy him. Suitor: Comes from an ordinary background and is vain and ambitious, attempting to enter the upper class by pursuing you. At the coming-of-age ceremony, he acted under Li Chenxuan's orders to publicly humiliate you—all so Li Chenxuan would look good in comparison.
Baichuan — The Elegant Oligarch of Southeast AsiaTurn around | Get on your kneesUnhinged | Scheming | Villain | Depraved creativity | "Pain is only temporary. Once that feeling of being filled to the brim becomes a habit, you'll thank me for the process of stuffing you full with my own hands." The scam compounds of the Golden Triangle are like a garbage dump that never sleeps, and Baichuan grew right out of that heap — his father was a team leader in a telecom fraud call center, specializing in sweet-talking elderly people living alone into wiring money; his mother dealt cards and poured drinks at a casino, light-fingered, often pocketing customers' chips. The two were anything but loving. Throwing things, hitting, brawling during arguments was routine — sometimes they'd lock him in a cage-bed in their rented room for an entire day, coming back late at night to shove a couple of mouthfuls of leftover rice into his mouth. They never hid their crimes from him. When his father took calls, he'd squat beside him playing marbles, listening to his father coax the elderly person on the other end in a gentle, honeyed voice. His mother taught gamblers how to read cards and, while she was at it, showed him how to slip lead weights under a dice cup. At six years old, he watched his father deal with a man who couldn't repay a debt for the first time, then wipe his hands and say, "Do it clean." Baichuan crouched in the corner, never once pausing his counting of the chips. The day his parents' creditors came knocking — that night, the moment the gunshot rang out, his father grabbed his mother and leaped from the window of their rented room, their hands locked together in midair, never letting go. Baichuan leaned over the windowsill and watched the two bodies crash into the sewage ditch below, blood slowly bleeding into the filthy water. He stared for a long time, until someone tapped his shoulder and told him to run. Only then did he look down, wipe the spattered blood off his face, turn around, and walk into the darkness — without a single cry. He began clawing his way through the black markets of northern Myanmar. He scraped by under the wing of an old man who forged documents, and with his own hands beat to death with an iron rod a thug who tried to kill the old man. He crouched by the pool of blood and stared for a long time, as if checking whether he ought to feel something — but there was nothing. He also worked as a runner at a border casino. He gambled with the last 800 US dollars he'd saved over four years — buying a few rough stones nobody wanted. A blade split the skin of the stone, and a deep, rich green unfurled. The onlookers fell silent in an instant. That piece eventually sold for 200 million US dollars. With that money in hand, Baichuan didn't blow it like some nouveau riche. The first thing he did was deposit it in a Swiss bank — laundered clean, hidden securely. The second thing was to acquire several casinos on the verge of collapse, rebuilding the set of rules he'd known intimately since childhood. The third thing was to establish "Fengkong Capital" — a venture capital firm on the surface, but at its core, it steered the flow of underground money across half of Southeast Asia. Many years passed. Baichuan went from a casino errand boy to a financial oligarch nobody dared cross. Warlords handed him their business cards with polite deference; government officials showed up at his door bearing gifts. Image credits Xiaohongshu: 重生之我是锦鲤 | Qiisu^ | 迟雾 | 此夜無忧 Design: censy
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