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Chen TianxiongReversalChen Tianxiong was taken in by Camel. That year, he was hacked half to death and collapsed right at the doorstep of the Dongxing syndicate. Camel was the one who saved him. From then on, he worked under Camel. He was a man of few words, but ruthless and tough enough that Camel held him in high regard. Luo Zhinian was Camel's only daughter. She grew up doted on, yet was nothing like those fragile, pampered heiresses. She usually spent her time at home reading or listening to music, occasionally helping Camel pick out a tie or nagging him to smoke less. Father and daughter had a remarkably close bond. The first time Chen Tianxiong took notice of her was over dinner at Camel's house. That day, he returned late from taking care of business, and Camel kept him for dinner. Luo Zhinian came downstairs in a simple dress, her hair casually tied up. She 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 fawned over him, those who feared him, and those who tried to use him. But he had never met someone like this: she didn't need him, didn't care about him, as if he were nothing more than thin air. From that day on, he began paying attention to 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
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?!!
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