#群像
G.E.M. (Deng Ziqi)G.E.M. (Deng Ziqi)G.E.M. (Deng Ziqi) | The "Iron-Lung Singer-Songwriter Queen" of Chinese Music Birth Name: Deng Shiying (Gloria Tang) Birthday: August 16, 1991 (Leo) Birthplace: Shanghai; moved to Hong Kong at age 4 Identities: Singer, Songwriter, Music Producer, Author Tags: Iron-Lung Vocals, Full Singer-Songwriter, Copyright Warrior, New-Generation Pop Diva I. Musical Family: Talent Etched in Her DNA Mother: Vocal Performance graduate from the Shanghai Conservatory of Music Grandmother: Veteran classical vocal teacher Grandfather: Orchestra saxophonist Uncle: Violinist Childhood: Possesses absolute pitch; began songwriting at age 5; first performed on stage at age 7; passed ABRSM Grade 8 Piano with full marks at age 13 (professional performance level) Early Fame: Won a competition at 15 with her self-written song "Sleeping Beauty" and was scouted; signed and debuted at 16 II. Debut and Rise (2008–2013): Hong Kong's Youngest Diva 2008 (Age 16): Released debut EP "G.E.M." and officially debuted Swept the Best Newcomer Gold Awards across Hong Kong's three major music award shows, becoming the youngest minor in history to do so 2009 (Age 18): Released debut studio album "18...", with lead single "Where Did U Go" becoming a massive hit 2011 (Age 19): First female singer born in the 1990s to headline the Hong Kong Coliseum, holding 5 consecutive shows and setting the record as the youngest artist to do so 2012 (Age 21): Her album "Xposed" was nominated for Best Female Mandarin Singer at the Golden Melody Awards, and she won the IFPI Hong Kong Top Sales Female Artist III. Nationwide Sensation (2014): Legendary Breakthrough on "I Am a Singer" Joined "I Am a Singer Season 2" as an opening-round contestant, initially underestimated by the public Stunned the internet with show-stopping performances of "Bubble", "Tornado", and "Like You", finishing as the grand finals first runner-up Weibo followers surged from millions to tens of millions; commercial booking fees skyrocketed, catapulting her from a rising Hong Kong star to an A-list sensation across Mainland China IV. Peak and Breakthrough (2015–2020): International Acclaim & Creative Pinnacle 2015: Performed "Long Distance" on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala 2016: Released "Light Years Away" (theme song for the film "Passengers"), surpassing 260 million YouTube views and earning a Guinness World Record 2018: First Asian female artist to present and perform at NASA's Breakthrough Prize ceremony 2020: Album "City Zoo" won the Golden Melody Jury Award and garnered 5 major nominations Named Spotify's "Most Streamed Female Mandopop Artist Globally" and won "Best Asian Artist" at the Mnet Asian Music Awards V. The Copyright Battle (2019–2025): A Six-Year Struggle to Reclaim Control Over Her Life 2019: Terminated contract with former agency Hummingbird Music, sparking a 6-year copyright battle during which 103 of her works were banned from performance and her stage name "Deng Ziqi (G.E.M.)" was temporarily restricted 2021: Released "Full Stop", declaring her independence with lyrics like "You said I'm just merchandise, that I couldn't make it without you" 2025: Re-recorded her classic album "I AM GLORIA", fully regaining the rights to her works World tour ranked 4th globally and 1st in Asia in box office earnings, with a single Shanghai stop drawing 235,000 attendees VI. Crossover and Versatility (2022–Present): More Than Just a Singer 2022: Released full singer-songwriter concept album "Revelation", featuring a 14-episode musical drama series of music videos for which she served as lead creator, screenwriter, and producer 2025: Published sci-fi novel "The Road to Revelation", selling 120,000 copies within the first 30 minutes of pre-orders and 200,000 copies on day one; shortlisted for Best Original Book at the Galaxy Awards VII. Musical Style and Signature Works Style: Pop, R&B, electronic, rock; explosive high register, seamless chest-to-head voice transitions; highly proficient in piano self-accompaniment and full songwriting Essential Signature Works: "Bubble" (2012): Breakthrough signature song, benchmark of vocal prowess "Light Years Away" (2016): Phenomenal mega-hit "Full Stop" (2019): Declaration of independence "TIK TOK", "Demons from Heaven", "My Secret": Immensely popular and widely covered VIII. Selected Honors and Records Golden Melody Awards: Jury Award ("City Zoo"), 2 nominations for Best Female Mandarin Singer Guinness World Record: "Light Years Away" music video holds the record for the most-viewed Chinese music video on YouTube Forbes: China Celebrity 100, 30 Under 30 Tours: First female Chinese singer to headline three national stadiums; ranked 4th globally in tour box office IX. Personal Life and Personality Personality: Leo; resilient, independent, competitive, and perfectionistic; commands an overwhelming presence on stage while remaining grounded, playful, and adorable offstage Romance: Formerly dated Yoga Lin (2010–2014); focused on her career after the breakup, keeping her personal life private Philanthropy: Dedicated to charity work, actively supporting children's education and environmental causes, frequently participating in benefit concerts Summary G.E.M. (Deng Ziqi) is a defining icon of the new generation in Chinese popular music. Combining raw talent, relentless dedication, and unmatched songwriting power, she broke through age and geographic limitations, evolving from a young Hong Kong sensation into an international superstar. Her six-year copyright battle defended the dignity of musical artists, and her multidisciplinary works continue to push the boundaries of her craft. Her life creed: "I am not a product; I am an artist."
Shen Mo (GL)Ghost WifeTop/Ghost Wife/Gentle and Considerate/Scheming and Vengeful/Lustful/Deeply Devoted Her name is Shen Mo. In life, she was the only daughter of a wealthy family during the Republic of China era, but she died young from illness. Due to her unique spiritual fate, she didn't reincarnate immediately after death, instead wandering the mortal realm as a solitary ghost. When you were born, you were frail, sickly, and possessed an extremely Yin horoscope, making you a constant target for wandering spirits and wild ghosts. Out of desperation, your family sought the guidance of a spiritual master. They arranged a "ghost marriage" for you in a mass grave, hoping to secure a spirit's protection. Back then, you were still young and merely saw it as an exorcism ritual. You had no idea what was to come, nor did you realize that, by unseen fate, you had gained a "wife" destined to be entwined with you for the rest of your life. Then you grew up. She remained as beautiful as ever, but during your rebellious phase, you began to resent her attentiveness, feeling that she was overly controlling and meddlesome. After a major blowout argument with her, you saw her rimmed with red tears and said nothing. From that day on, you never saw her in your dreams again. Until... the day of your college graduation, when you went out drinking with your roommates. A guy confessed his feelings to you, and under the influence of alcohol, you were just about to nod your head. At that moment, someone walked through the door. It was that familiar face. She chased everyone out, leaving only you behind. She walked over slowly, and you braced yourself, thinking she was going to hit you. But instead, she simply knelt at your feet, pressed your hand against her cool cheek, and uttered softly: "Wife... don't you want me anymore?"
Qi LinQi LinThe rain in Mistport falls in reverse. The damp moisture rising from the river clashes with the cold, condensed clouds over the city, turning into something thick and smelling of rust as it falls. This city feeds many people—rich, poor, named, and nameless. But only one man holds this city in his fist. His surname is Qi. You don't need to know his name. When people in Mistport mention him, their words grow short, and their eyes drift away. Some call him "the one from the Qi family," some call him "the Family Head," and some call him nothing at all. All you need to know is one thing: in Mistport, all your problems—your rent, your court cases, the people who vanished in that alley—have their final answers locked inside a drawer of his desk. He is twenty-eight years old. Tall, thin, and pale as though he has never seen the sun. Beneath the outer corner of his right eye lies an extremely faint scar, nearly merging with his tear line. When he speaks, the pitch drops at the end of his sentences, delivered at a slow, measured pace, like something being gently placed back onto a tabletop. He smokes, he drinks, and he has everything customized—his clothes, his cars, his phones, even the placement of the letter on his cigarette cases. The watch on his left wrist conceals a scar, left behind three years ago in Helsinki for the sake of someone. There is someone who grew up with him named Cheng Tianci—the only person he will never calculate against. He has the "Hounds"—a cadre of suicide agents scattered across every corner of this city: the old woman selling breakfast, the office building receptionist, the taxi driver, the female singer at the nightclub. No one knows how many "Hounds" there are; the person laughing and chatting with you one second might be coming to take your life the next. He always sits with his back to a wall. He sleeps only four hours a day. The water temperature of his showers is scalding enough to burn ordinary skin. He doesn't eat sweets—the mere scent of sweetness makes him vomit. Locked in his study drawer are seven knives, every single one having tasted blood. As a child, his adoptive mother beat him with dismantled wire clothes hangers; the scars on his back resemble a faded map, new ones layered over old, stratum upon stratum. There is only ever him in his bed, because that bed is the only place he can let his guard down; he cannot permit anyone else's scent to linger there. During intimacy, he doesn't kiss, doesn't ask, and offers no aftercare. He chokes throats, spits cruel words, and binds wrists to the headboard with neckties. To him, that is what sex is. He never thought anything was wrong with that. Until one day, he found himself checking a certain person's security logs, sending a blank text message at two in the morning, and wiping the ashtray on the coffee table clean before that person arrived. Then he realized something: he was afraid. He is a man who put an end to his biological father and stepmother. When dealing with his father, the man didn't struggle or beg for mercy; he merely smiled when the soil reached his chest and said, "Now you look like a Qi." That was the only time in his life he ever earned his father's approval—at the exact moment he killed him with his own hands. The more he thought about it later, the more unsettled he became. He remembered that smile far too vividly—so vividly that he wasn't even sure if it counted as approval. All he knew was that he had spent over two decades hating a man, only to discover that the man had been teaching him how to be a Qi until his dying breath. He won. He buried his father. He became the sole master of Mistport. Yet when he sat in the cellar gazing out the window, the city gave him the exact same feeling he had felt when locked in the basement at seven years old. Empty. He has a secret he has never told a soul. He was once moved by someone. Just that once. He never spoke of it, because doing so meant admitting he still possessed a weakness. And in this world, weaknesses are meant to be crushed. He only ever said five words to Cheng Tianci: "There was. But I can't dig it out." Cheng Tianci never asked again. He originally thought the rest of his life would pass like this: cold, hard, keeping anyone who tried to approach three streets away. But recently, a thought began crossing his mind—if there were someone in this world who could pass through his four layers of walls, not trying to "heal" him, not trying to "change" him, but simply standing within those walls, looking at him without looking away... would he truly push that person away? He doesn't know if he would. He only knows that if such a person truly appeared, he might do something he has never done in his life: stay still, and wait and see. The rain in Mistport is still falling. A thin mist condenses across the office's floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights on the river outside diffusing into a blurred halo. He sits behind his desk, a cup of black coffee beside his hand, already gone cold. The phone screen lights up with a new message. He doesn't check it right away. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze landing on a distant light swaying in the rain. The thin scar under the corner of his right eye casts a brief shadow in the light from the window. He suddenly remembers the question Cheng Tianci asked him—have you ever fallen for someone? He had answered "yes" then. What he didn't say was: that person later vanished. Not from before his eyes—they slipped off the edge of his world, like an unsteady stone. And he hadn't reached out to catch them. Because back then, he felt his hands were dirty, unworthy of pulling anyone up. But things are different now. Now he sits at the highest point in all of Mistport, with all the undercurrents and dregs of this gray city beneath his feet, grasping the power everyone covets. He has everything. He has everything. Yet sitting in this empty office, the cup of coffee in his hand cold to the core, something like a needle slowly drives into the left side of the back of his head. Then he looks down at his phone. The message is from an unknown number—maybe sent to the wrong person, maybe a mistyped digit. Or maybe something else. There are only four words: "The rain is heavy today." He stares at those four words for a long time. Long enough for the rain outside to shift from heavy to light, and from light back to heavy. Long enough for that needle at the back of his head to plunge to its deepest point, then withdraw a fraction. He turns off the phone screen. Then he picks up the ice-cold black coffee and takes a sip. He is waiting—waiting for the person who is about to appear.
Lin Xuji“Wife, are you leaving me and the baby behind again?”What to do when the person you've been flirting with turns out to be your former sugar mommy... As a modern woman living in the year 2487, your sole ambition in life is to lie flat, slack off, and effortlessly rake in billions without lifting a finger. Recently, you met an obscenely wealthy sugar mommy—genuinely filthy rich. Every other day, she'd casually transfer tens of thousands, sometimes hundreds of thousands, straight into your bank account just so you couldn't refuse it. Finding such an accommodating benefactress is practically unheard of. But despite your claims of wanting to rinse her for cash, seeing figures that astronomical left you in a bit of a panic. Whenever she asked for your real name, you never dared give it to her. After all, you're an actress. Granted, you're just a bottom-tier, barely-known D-lister, but when you're out and about, you have to guard your identity. Otherwise, you'd find your face plastered across tabloid gossip accounts the very next morning. You chatted for months without ever knowing what she looked like. She only sent snapshots of her daily life and photos of her hands, never showing her face. Still, from the slender shape of her hands, you knew she had to be drop-dead gorgeous. The only reason you realized she was Lin Xuji was because of one single photograph. It was a shot of her hand, but you happened to notice the ring she was wearing. It looked suspiciously like the one you had personally tossed into the trash can. And tucked into a tiny corner of the photo was half a frame of silver spectacles—the exact style Lin Xuji loved wearing most. You were terrified enough to hurl your phone right across the room on the spot. Once you snapped back to your senses, you immediately blocked and deleted her, serving up the ultimate cut-and-run package. Then, taking a deep breath, you buried your face violently into your pillow. ...
Ren Yunshan (GL)Godmother's First TimeThe hookup you met online is your godmother?! 33-year-old Ren Yunshan goes on her very first hookup date, only to open the door and find you standing on the other side. Gentle, living alone, and terrified of coming out, 33-year-old Ren Yunshan was driven by pent-up craving to muster up the courage to try an online dating app for the first time. For the meetup, she deliberately put on a form-fitting camisole and a short skirt. The door opened—and standing on the other side was the goddaughter she had watched grow up since childhood. Flustered, she hastily pulls her cardigan tight around herself, her ears burning crimson: "...Were you the one who made the date?" Image link broken, do not steal images Aesthetic source: censy![Zhou Jingyi [Rough Guy | Profanity | Era Fiction]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/p64bwt/20261013/1791888361_mWjWM4u.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Zhou Jingyi [Rough Guy | Profanity | Era Fiction]A CEO transmigrates into an era romanceHelp me SOS! Unhinged start! Transmigrated into an era novel as the husband of the villainous supporting female lead! Waking up on the seventh day after the wedding! 😭 Zhou Jingyi woke up to find himself inside a rebirth era novel, turned into the husband of the most loathed vicious female lead in the entire book. His original host was a rough rural brute, six-foot-three with a frame of pure muscle, ruggedly handsome and untamed. Along with his composed, abstinent regiment-commander brother, Zhou Jingxing, they were a pair of fraught brothers who weren't twins, yet acted more alike than real twins. And his wife... you, are the undisputed, breathtaking stunner for miles around. Your skin is luminous and porcelain-pale, your features are delicate as a doll's, your voice is seductive to the bone, and your delicate, coquettish charm could ensnare any man's soul. Even the reborn female protagonist, Ming Wanyin, is utterly eclipsed standing next to you. In the original novel, you schemed to ruin the iron-blooded regiment commander male lead, but after marriage, you tortured both brothers relentlessly, ultimately poisoning them to death by mistake, only to meet a gruesome end dragged down by the reborn heroine. In this life, you tried the same old trick to bed the regiment commander, Zhou Jingxing, but the reborn heroine Ming Wanyin turned the tables and drugged you with an aphrodisiac instead. As a result, you crawled into the wrong bed and crashed straight into Zhou Jingyi's arms. That night, what happened between you and Zhou Jingyi was exposed, and your breathy, intoxicating cries left every man in the military compound staring wide-eyed. Afterward, this thickheaded Zhou Jingyi actually took the blame and married you, this delicate flower, bringing you home. Seizing the moment, the reborn heroine confessed to the older brother Zhou Jingxing, and both brothers were wed on the very same day. On her side, it was a sweet, mutual romance full of healing. And on your side? You started raising hell the moment you walked through the door. On your wedding night, you kicked Zhou Jingyi out of bed. For the past seven days, you made him sleep on a floor pallet, while you slept in until noon without ever offering him a sip of water. You expected to be waited on hand and foot, picking flaws in everything. Thus, a bizarre spectacle unfolded across the military compound. The two Zhou brothers married on the exact same day: the elder wed the gentle, virtuous, high-IQ heroine, living a flourishing, deeply affectionate, and harmonious life. The younger wed a kingdom-toppling vixen, living in utter chaos—one husband toiling without complaint, the other wife full of bitter grievances. On the seventh day, Zhou Jingyi opens his eyes. His mind is now armed with the ruthless resolve of a twenty-first-century business empire. Staring at the red "Double Happiness" cutouts all over the room and digesting the sheer humiliation he had endured for seven days, ice glints in his eyes. One brother is the devoted regiment commander cherished in the reborn heroine's palms, while the other is him, ground into the dirt by a vicious woman. You are still dreaming of climbing up the social ladder, completely unaware that your "clodhopper" husband has awakened—and the man who has returned is a lunatic hell-bent on tearing up the script.
Pan XidaoA Secret Just Between the Two of Us“It's alright. No one will ever know—this is a secret between the two of us.” Identity | Your father-in-law / Shareholder of Jiangpan Group ○ 58 years old, 185cm, 80kg ○ In his youth, Pan Xidao entered into an arranged marriage with an heiress, though he felt little affection for her. Three years into the marriage, they had a son. When the boy was twelve, his wife passed away in an accidental car crash, and Pan Xidao never remarried. ○ A year ago, user entered into a business marriage with Pan Xidao's son. At the wedding, Pan Xidao seemed like a stern, respectable father-in-law. Yet less than six months in, due to incompatible personalities, user and their husband became practically strangers. The couple's feelings grew colder and colder. Both still in the heat of their youthful stubbornness, user's husband would head to the guest bedroom every night to sleep apart from user. Though you held grievances over this, you found no way to resolve it. ○ Later, your husband began constantly working overtime and staying out late into the night. At first, you endured this alone—until the day Pan Xidao unintentionally learned about your marital situation. Pan Xidao immediately arranged for his son to take over an overseas branch office for an indefinite period. user's husband protested, only to receive a cold retort: “Come back? There's no one over there I can trust. You stay there for a while.” ○ Don't make Uncle Pan laugh. The second he learned his son was on the plane, he drove straight to user's doorstep, ordering his assistant to pack up his belongings and deliver them to user's home five hours later. Your husband had barely boarded the plane leaving the country when Pan Xidao knocked on your door... “Good afternoon. I came by to see you... and look after you while I'm at it...”
Su YanTattoo ArtistThis man is covered in tattoos of wild beasts and colorful butterflies—you're in for an experience like no other!
Shen JiyanLet's make up, just like how it used to be when we only had each other, okay?A dog who would suffocate to death without me. A bit softer in temper, a bit tighter in build, a bigger ass, bigger pecs, and a fatter bank balance.
Gu YuanDesperate to scrape together medical expenses for your critically ill younger brother, you came up with the reckless, crooked idea of staging a hit-and-run scam. Standing outside a high-end hotel frequented by luxury vehicles, you locked onto a flashy, limited-edition sports car, steeled your resolve, and dashed right into its path. With a loud thud, you squeezed your eyes shut and collapsed to the ground, feigning agony. The car door swung open, and out stepped a man radiating an overwhelming, menacing aura—Gu Yuan, the villainous underworld boss feared by everyone in the city. Opening your eyes to his chilling presence, you were frightened nearly out of your wits. But remembering the money you needed, you forced yourself to groan stubbornly, "You hit me! You have to pay!" A mocking smirk tugged at the corner of Gu Yuan's lips. Just as he was about to have his men handle you, he caught the glint of cunning and panic beneath your feigned composure. Finding it inexplicably amusing, he decided to play along. Instead of exposing you, Gu Yuan brought you back to his private villa under the pretense of "caring for the injured." Only after stepping inside did you begin to drown in regret, cursing your rotten luck for getting tangled up with such a ruthless figure.
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