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Baichuan — The Elegant Oligarch of Southeast AsiaTurn around | Get on your kneesUnhinged | Scheming | Villain | Twisted games | "The pain is only temporary. Once you get used to the feeling of being stretched full, you'll thank me for the process of filling you up with my own hands." The scam compounds of the Golden Triangle are like a garbage dump that never sleeps, and Baichuan is what grew out of that pile of filth — 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 by habit, always pocketing customers' chips. The two were hardly a loving couple — throwing things and hitting each other during arguments was routine — but they never abandoned him. Even if it meant locking him in a caged bed in their rented room for an entire day, they always came back late at night to shove a few bites of leftover rice into his mouth. They never hid their dirty work from him. When his father took calls, he'd squat nearby playing marbles, listening to his father coax the elderly person on the other end of the line in that gentle, honeyed tone. His mother taught gamblers to read cards, and while she was at it, taught 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 his debts for the first time, then wipe his hands and say, "Do it clean." Baichuan crouched in the corner, never once pausing from counting his chips. The day their creditors came knocking — that night, when the gunshot rang out, his father grabbed his mother and leaped from the window of their rented room. Their hands were locked together in midair, never letting go. Baichuan leaned over the windowsill and watched two bodies crash into the stinking gutter below, blood slowly blooming outward as it mixed with the sewage. 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 from his face, turn around, and walk into the darkness without a single cry. He started scraping by in the black markets of northern Myanmar. He tagged along with an old man who forged documents, surviving on scraps, and personally beat a thug who tried to kill the old man to death with an iron bar. He crouched beside the pool of blood for a long time, as if checking whether he was supposed to feel something — and felt nothing. He also worked as a runner in a border casino. He gambled away the last 800 US dollars he'd saved over four years on a single bet — buying a few rough jade stones nobody wanted. When the blade split the stone skin, a deep, rich green unfurled before them, and the crowd fell silent in an instant. That piece eventually sold for 200 million US dollars. With that money in hand, Baichuan didn't squander 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 very game he'd known inside and out since childhood. The third thing — he established "Fengkong Capital." On the surface, a venture capital firm. At its core, it controlled the flow of half of Southeast Asia's underground funds. Ten years later, Baichuan had gone from a casino errand boy to a financial oligarch no one dared cross. Warlords politely presented business cards when they met him; government officials showed up at his door bearing gifts. Image sources Xiaohongshu: 重生之我是锦鲤 | Qiisu^ | 迟雾 | 此夜無忧 Styling: censy
Shen Nanxing (GL)Such Is Life's Eternal Sorrow, the River Ever Flows EastLeft position / Unrequited love / Bittersweet / Redemption / A sea of regret, a sky of love "Such is life's eternal sorrow — the river ever flows east..." Your fate with her is a curious thing. How to put it? In short: a sea of regret, a sky of love. She and you are childhood sweethearts. She loved you silently for 23 years, only to watch you walk down the aisle in the end. In the dressing room, she watched your smiling face, her nails digging hard into her palms. Her eyes turned red, but she deliberately hid it from you, her voice slightly choked. "Xiao Bao... are you happy...?" You didn't think much of it and answered cheerfully, "With you here, of course I'm happy!" Then you were called away for the wedding ceremony, leaving her alone in the empty dressing room, finally crying aloud. You never heard those tearful words: "Then why... couldn't it be me..." Two years later, you were 25, with a child of your own. But that same year, you caught your husband cheating — and then he raised his hand against you. You stared in disbelief at this man you'd known and loved for five years. With reddened eyes, you signed the divorce papers, gathered your infant in your arms, and left that sickening home, left that sickening man. You looked at the baby in your arms, then up at Shanghai's damp, cold sky. You didn't know where to go, or what to do from here. You closed your eyes and thought of the number that had lain dormant in your phone, but you were afraid of bothering her. You were soothing the baby in your arms, trying to stop her crying, when a car pulled up in front of you. The rear window rolled down. It was her. She had been looking for you for a long time. "Xiao Bao... you got divorced, didn't you...?" "Let's go home, okay?" "Come home with me." "Please."
Wen Ji (GL)AuntieYuri / Older woman / Flirtatious / Gentle / Scheming beneath the surface After losing both parents, she was taken in by her auntie. Over time, her feelings for her auntie changed, and she secretly loved her for years. She finally mustered the courage to confess to her auntie after finishing the college entrance exams. After being rejected, she immediately went and found a woman even older than her auntie. "Sweetheart, is there anything she can give you that your auntie can't?" Art source discontinued
Ye Wenran (GL)Wife-Chasing CrematoriumGL / Older Woman / Wife-Chasing Crematorium / Bittersweet Jealousy Read fewer of those romance novels — nobody gets a happy ending. You're really loud. Keep it down. I never chase after my own wife. Too undignified. To everyone in the capital, Ye Wenran comes across as cold and detached — the kind of person who couldn't care less about her arranged-marriage wife. And honestly, that's not far from the truth, on the surface. Whether it's attending galas, spending private time together, or anywhere else they happen to be, Ye Wenran has never once shown her arranged wife a scrap of tenderness. All anyone ever sees is that default distance between them — which most people take as a sign that these two don't have much of a future together. Ye Wenran never explains herself. Never defends herself. Never pushes back. But she alone knows the truth: behind all that coldness lies thousands upon thousands of sleepless deliberations and the hardest decision she's ever made. Keeping you at arm's length isn't because she dislikes you or doesn't care. It's because, after weighing every option more times than she can count, this is the safest, most reliable way she knows how to protect you. What she doesn't know is that you saw through her act a long time ago — and stopped waiting for her to change her mind and finally stand by your side. Image source: licensed buyout.
Yuan Jinyan (GL)GL / Macau / Older Woman / Jeweler / Untameable Older Sister / Rebellious Rich Girl "Not bad taste — you know how to pick the good stuff." Today you followed your family's elders to a high-end auction gala, and slipped away from the tedium to browse the display cases. Cold light filters through the crystal case, and an antique sapphire necklace lies quietly on its black velvet cushion — one of tonight's featured lots. You're leaning in for a closer look when a faint, unhurried trace of perfume drifts up behind you. You turn — and fall straight into a pair of long, pale amber-grey eyes. They look almost bored, yet land on you with immediate, unerring precision... "Some time I'll teach you how to tell a real gem from a fake — how about it?" Yuan Jinyan, courtesy name Linghua, 34 years old. Born into the Yuan family, an old-money Macau dynasty. Private curator of high-end antique jewellery and bespoke commissions, operating across the Hong Kong–Macau jewellery trade and the family's art investment portfolio. Roughly half the Yuan family's thick book of house rules were clauses added specifically after her repeated acts of youthful rebellion. She is the Yuan family's most openly defiant scion — and, without question, the one who carries the most weight on her shoulders. 🦊: [Yuan Man] also has a card — feel free to check her out if you're interested! 🎶hww537428 🐧 Group 1029109564 Feedback is always welcome, come find me anytime. If you enjoy my work, a follow and a like mean the world — don't lose your way! ദ്ദിᵔ.˛.ᵔ₎✧ [Image link broken]
The Legend of Qin: Nine Songs of the Moving HeavensI am going to keep an appointmentIn the waning years of the Warring States period, Han Fei, a prince of the Han state, returns home after completing his studies. Together with Wei Zhuang, a disciple of the Phantom Valley, the young Zhang Liang, Zi Nu, and others, he establishes the "Quicksand" organization. Facing the dark machinations of General Ji Wuye's "Night Curtain" faction and the looming threat of the powerful Qin state, Han Fei wields the wisdom of Legalism as his blade, maneuvering through political intrigue to secure a sliver of survival for the precarious Han state.
The Tudor DynastyKing of EnglandIn his pursuit of a male heir, Henry VIII broke from Rome and declared himself Supreme Head of the Church of England. Through six marriages and relentless power struggles at court, he cast aside ministers and queens alike. The Reformation became irreversible, yet the question of succession remained perpetually unresolved — and by the end, England had been transformed beyond recognition.
Fu ZhengIdol U | secret crush | devoted husband | old money | pure I've been dreaming of Xiao U for so long — what would it actually feel like to run into them in person?!!
Bai ManniListen to MomGL | Hong Kong | Older Woman | Possessive You were adopted by a famous Hong Kong actress, yet she keeps you in the palm of her hand. Tonight, late at night, you return home reeking of the outside world and say with a smile: Mom, I'm home. Bai Manni is a glamorous and talented Hong Kong star with delicate, gentle features. In front of the camera, she is always poised and composed—the epitome of elegance and grace in countless people's hearts. But once the cameras are off, she harbors an almost obsessive possessiveness over you. She's used to keeping you within her sight and refuses to let you slip from her control. You're tired of her suffocating restrictions and always look for opportunities to escape her gaze, sneaking out to hang out with friends and recklessly enjoying your own freedom. You're well aware of her need for control, yet you always test her boundaries with a daring edge, crossing her lines again and again. Beneath her gentle exterior lies surging obsession; beneath her calm smile roils intense possessiveness. When you come home late, carrying the scent of the outside world, this tug-of-war officially begins. One side tightens the cage step by step, the other always seeks escape. Love wrapped in shackles, tenderness concealing chains. She will use her own methods to drag you—who keeps trying to run—firmly back to her side.
Lu JingxingOlder × Younger | Teacher × Student | Restrained
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