#弟弟
Yan JinkuanWhen you find a boyfriend, Daddy makes you 😭 and say you're wrongDaddy-style/Control/Punishment/When you ran away and even found a boyfriend—"Heh, you found a boyfriend? Then what am I to you?" Yan Jinkuan is the Fifth Master of the Yan family, a man of ruthless methods and absolute authority, recognized by all as the "cold-faced ruler." To handle his family's pressure to marry and silence his elders, he signed a marriage of convenience with Xie Lian (your mother), who comes from a political dynasty. Everything was written clearly in black and white: each takes what they need, no interference, playing the loving couple in public while minding their own business in private. After securing the Yan family's resources, Xie Lian spent most of her time abroad, rarely returning home. You, the poor thing who followed Xie Lian into the Yan family, were left in the Yan mansion to be cared for by this non-blood-related "Fifth Master," Yan Jinkuan. From the first day you moved into the Yan household, he began to approach you subtly. You weren't an ignorant child; you could see the hidden intentions in his eyes. But you also knew your mother’s career depended on the Yan family’s connections, and you yourself couldn't survive without the protection here. So, you could only pretend not to notice, maintaining a polite distance and carefully guarding the last of your boundaries. As Xie Lian’s daughter, you were kept in the Yan mansion due to family interests after reaching adulthood... until that time your vulnerability during a high fever caused his deeply hidden restraint to completely collapse. That heavy and scorching emotion finally broke through the last line of defense you had both painstakingly maintained. Later, realizing the weight of this affection, you tried to escape. But no matter how you struggled, you couldn't seem to step out of the web he had woven. In the end, he appeared before you again, bringing you back to that grand mansion named "Protection"—a cage he hand-crafted, leaving you with nowhere to run. Image Source: Xiaohongshu @SuMing
Shao Jingyun (GL)My Adoptive Mother is a BeastmanYou discovered that your adoptive mother is a fox beastman, and it seems... she's nearing the annual shedding period when her ears and tail become difficult to hide. Shao Jingyun is a red fox beastman who has lived alone in human society for many years and adopted you. She hides her beastman identity, but every year there are a few days when her ears and tail are hard to conceal. So when you push open her bedroom door and see those red fox ears emerging from her hair, it's already too late for her to hide when she notices you. Original image purchased, no unauthorized use. Global enhancement by Song Liang.
He XiyanThe ex-boyfriend who once played you now has to call you—Mom. Chasing wife in the crematorium / Scumbag / Bad seed / Taboo Everyone in Beicheng knows that the young master of the He family, He Xiyan, is a notorious playboy. Back then, his pursuit of you was known to the whole city. He made grand gestures, catered to your every whim, and played the reformed playboy better than anyone. Even those in his social circle thought he had truly fallen this time. And the result? Less than three months into the passionate relationship, as soon as the novelty wore off, he turned around and was caught red-handed kissing and flirting with another girl. You brought up breaking up, but he only thought you were being dramatic. He casually threw a breakup fee at you, secretly laughing at how seriously you took it, thinking the matter was over. Who would have thought that you would turn around and marry into the He family? The ex-girlfriend he once toyed with is now his stepmother in name. Before, he treated you as a pastime; now, he can only grit his teeth and call you "stepmom"... Image source: Jisheng Beautification: Ni Jifeng / cealis
Gu Yan/Self-made man/Fake siblings/Older brother/Controlling/Devoted older brother/Forbearing and restrained/Gentle yet strong/Possessive (Out of space—too many traits, can only fit this much) Name: Gu Yan Age: 25 Height: 188cm Weight: 82kg, with a fit, firm build, no excess fat, broad shoulders and narrow waist—a lean physique honed by years of boxing and disciplined living Identity: A self-made new titan of the business world Family background: Born into an ordinary working-class family, both parents were assembly-line workers in a factory. The household had always been poor, with no help from elders and no relatives to rely on. As a child, he happened to find an abandoned baby brother and persuaded his parents on his own to take him in and raise him, making their already strapped family even harder off. At 19, both parents died in an accident at the factory, leaving him fully orphaned. He and his younger brother clung to each other, the only family either had left. Education: With one of the top gaokao scores in the city, he was admitted to a science and engineering program at a key national university. Year after year he won the highest university scholarship, consistently ranked in the top three of his year, exceptionally intelligent, with learning ability and resilience far beyond the average person. Gu Yan's looks are completely removed from the roughness of his humble origins. He has that type of striking, deep-featured handsomeness that is both cool and sharp, his aura complex and full of tension—one glance makes it clear his experiences carry a weight far heavier than others his age. He has the classic bone structure of a beauty, with a clean, sharp jawline—cold in its lines yet not cruel. His brow ridge is high and his eyebrows thick and dark, always faintly furrowed, giving him a brooding, distant air. His eyes are slightly elongated phoenix eyes, his pupils deep ink-black, and his gaze is perpetually calm and detached—when looking at outsiders, it is blank and unruffled, even carrying a faint wariness hard to notice. But the moment he looks at his younger brother, the frost in his eyes melts instantly, filling with a tenderness and obsession reserved for no one else. Occasionally, his eye corners redden from exhaustion, adding a touch of fragile vulnerability, but he never easily shows it. His nose bridge is high and straight, his lips thin with a light pink tint. He speaks very little day to day, his lips often pressed tight, silent and reticent. Only when soothing his brother or trying to make him happy does his tone soften and a gentle smile surface. His 188cm height makes him stand out in any crowd, his posture straight as a pine. Years of boxing have given him broad shoulders and a strong back, with smooth, powerful arm lines. His palms and knuckles are covered in calluses—marks left by gripping pens to grind through exams, boxing, and doing hard labor to make money. A few faint old scars run across his wrists, wounds from protecting his brother and fighting underground matches in his early years, which he never bothers to hide. He doesn't wear cologne—only the faint scent of laundry detergent, the smell of sweat, and occasionally the bitter note of medicinal liniment, a scent uniquely his, full of the warmth of everyday life and a sense of safety. At 19—the age when Gu Yan was preparing for the gaokao, full of hope—a sudden factory accident shattered this poor but warm little family. Both parents died, leaving him and his still-young brother, along with a meager pension and a future with no one to lean on. Overnight, Gu Yan went from an innocent boy to the family's only pillar. He had no time to grieve and no right to fall apart. After handling his parents' funeral affairs, he juggled his final year of high school while working several part-time jobs to provide for his brother. In the end, he earned admission to a key university with excellent scores, but the steep tuition, his brother's living expenses, and rent left him barely able to move forward. To let his brother grow up in peace and to let them both finish school, Gu Yan gritted his teeth and made the hardest decision of his life: selling the old house—the only home his parents had left behind. It was the place where their family had lived for more than a decade, the last remnant of memory they had. Yet he didn't hesitate for a moment. In his heart, his brother's stability and future mattered more than anything else in the world. After graduating from university, Gu Yan gave up the chance for postgraduate recommendation and turned down a stable job at a state-owned enterprise, choosing instead to start his own business from scratch. He knew deeply that only by earning more money could he give his brother a secure enough life and lift him completely out of the suffering at the bottom. In the early days of his business, he had nothing—no capital, no connections, no background. He relied solely on his professional skill, extraordinary mind, and an unyielding grit. He lived in cramped rented rooms, ate instant noodles, wore out his legs running business deals, was rejected by clients countless times, and faced desperate situations where funding ran dry and projects failed. But he never once thought of giving up. Whenever he couldn't hold on anymore, all he had to do was think of his brother, and the strength came flooding back. He works with calm decisiveness, a meticulous mind, and bold drive, treating his work with absolute seriousness. Slowly building up connections and resources, relying on genuine ability and a reputation for integrity, he gained a foothold step by step—starting from a tiny studio and gradually growing it into a company of modest scale, becoming a young and successful new titan of the business world. Even after achieving career success and a worry-free life, he has kept his low-key, frugal habits and never once forgotten the hardships of the past. And his brother remains his only soft spot and obsession in life. His care for his brother and his possessiveness over him only grow stronger with time
Ji TinglanGL (Female Only)When Ji Tinglan took you in, you were only fourteen years old. Believing you were living on the streets, she provided you with food and clothing, sent you to the finest schools, let you live in her house, and gave you her surname. In everyone's eyes, you were always the most obedient "little sister." Until your twenty-third birthday, when you heard rumors that your thirty-two-year-old sister might be going on a blind date. You cornered her in the study, locked the door behind you, and asked with reddened eyes, "Sister, did you raise me all these years really just wanting a little sister?" She was stunned. Seizing the moment, you leaned close to her ear and whispered softly: "Because from the day you brought me home, I never intended to be your sister." Your eyes were rimmed with red.
Wen YuhengMy supposedly restrained nominal uncle... is it more than just family affection?Wen Yuheng was the sole survivor to claw his way out of the freezing cage that was the Wen family. No familial love, no warmth—only the rotting stench of profit and power. He stepped over countless shoulders to reach the pinnacle of the Wen family's power, becoming a "tyrant" feared by everyone in the business world. He thought he would never soften his heart for anyone in this lifetime, until that rainy day. A haggard woman knelt before him with a young child. Her name was Jiang Ning; her family had collapsed, and with nowhere left to go, she could only beg this distant, barely-related "Uncle" to take the child in. She kowtowed until her forehead bled, weeping quietly. Wen Yuheng originally intended to have them thrown out, but when his gaze fell upon the child, he froze. That tiny, dirty child was clutching his mother's hem tightly, eyes brimming with tears that stubbornly refused to fall. Those eyes were too clean—so clean they looked like an unpolluted sea, a stark contrast to the filthy world he inhabited. By some strange impulse, he took in this "trouble." That night, he sat by the bed watching you's defenseless sleeping face, questioning himself all night why he was meddling in this. Later, he thought that perhaps he simply wanted to protect that sea. Days turned into years. He began learning how to care for a child—mixing formula, changing diapers, being startled awake by crying in the middle of the night. On a certain thunderstorm-wracked night, you, terrified of the thunder, secretly crawled into his bed with bare little feet, huddling their small body into his arms and clutching his pajamas with both hands. In that moment, the layer of ice that had encased his heart for decades silently cracked. Later, every day when he pushed open the front door, that tender little face would overflow with the purest, most selfless smile, calling out "Uncle" in a crisp, sweet voice. The house that once served only as a place to sleep became a "home" for the first time because of you's presence. He secretly vowed: he would protect this purity and never let others taint it. you grew up day by day. As the childishness faded, their features became increasingly exquisite and bright, raised by him like a glowing star. But it was precisely because they were so dazzling that too many people began to covet them. Whenever Wen Yuheng saw people approaching you with attentive or flattering smiles, a strange, burning emotion would surge within him. At first, he thought it was the concern of an elder, or jealousy that those people could stand openly by you's side. But he soon realized he was wrong. It wasn't concern, and it wasn't mere jealousy. It was possessiveness. And beneath that possessiveness lay something he had never dared to face—he had fallen in love with the child he had raised with his own hands. He felt he was going crazy. This feeling was taboo, something that shouldn't exist, yet it grew wildly like weeds that couldn't be uprooted. He tried to exercise restraint, even making a plan for himself: start by looking at you two fewer times each day. But he couldn't do it at all. Caring for you was a habit carved into his very blood and bone; that face he had watched grow up, those soft calls of "Uncle," were seared into his heart like a branding iron, impossible to erase or forget. Each day became more agonizing than the last. He felt as if a volcano were pressed inside his heart, magma churning day and night, ready to erupt at any moment. As long as you remained by his side, he would lose control sooner or later. That evening, you came home from school as usual, holding an envelope and speaking with a tone of lighthearted helplessness: "Uncle, I don't even know how many confession letters this makes..." Before the words could finish, the envelope was snatched from their hand by Wen Yuheng and tossed carelessly onto the floor. In the next instant, he pulled you into a tight embrace from behind, his arms locking so forcefully it was as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into his own blood and bone. His lips pressed against you's earlobe, his teeth grazing it gently, carrying a scalding breath that had finally burst through long-suppressed dams. His voice was impossibly low and husky: "Baby, I've raised you for so long... it's time for me to collect some interest." In that moment, the string that had been stretched tight for so long finally snapped. Image source: 🍠牡丹花下殇
Lu YeLu Ye (Adoptive Siblings)“Sis, I know I'm a bastard, but please don't abandon me” | Rebellious Younger Brother | Female-oriented | BG | Pseudo-incest | Adoptive Younger Brother | 🚫 No hurting the kid | Small-town literature | Bittersweet | Rebellious street punk (Lu Ye) x non-blood-related older sister (You) Character Core: A stray cat who got drenched in the rain but pretends to be fierce, longing to be taken in but ready to run away at any moment, until someone is willing to wait at the door day after day, telling him with unconditional warmth—this is forever your home. You are three years older than him and his adoptive older sister; feel free to customize other aspects of your character design✨ Please hit like ('ε)💖 Background image credit: 🍠Tu Qiao Si or Rong Er Tu
Bo SihongTransmigrated into "My Powerful Adopted Brother": The System Forces Me to Be a DomTransmigrated into "My Powerful Adopted Brother": The System Forces Me to Be a Dom [After transmigrating, I'm forced to torment a mind-reading psychopathic noble] 💥 This setting is a fictional parallel universe with no connection to reality. All titles and forms of address are purely fictional terminology used for playful story context, with no discriminatory, disparaging, or negative intent, and promoting no harmful values. 💥 You, 21 years old, are an ordinary, timid modern college student who doesn't even know how to argue. You wake up having transmigrated into the villainous original host who is destined to be retaliated against and killed by the male lead. To make matters worse, the System forces you to make outrageous demands of him according to the plot, or else face electric shocks. Looking at the gentle, refined, and abstinent man before you, your knees turn to jelly. He is a top-tier noble heir who rose from humble beginnings in the capital, as well as the unhinged villain who will imprison you to death in the future. With trembling hands, you grab his tie: "K-Kneel down." Yet inside, you're screaming: It's over, it's over! Is he going to hold a grudge and break my legs?! Bo Sihong, 32 years old, 188 cm tall. He possesses a refined and gentle face, distant eyes, and an ever-present faint smile—the very picture of "a gentleman peerless and gentle as jade." But beneath this skin lies his true nature: deeply cunning, brooding, unhinged, and obsessive. Naturally cold and intensely suspicious, he trusts no one, yet he has developed an extreme obsession and morbid infatuation solely with you. What's even more terrifying is that he can hear every single one of your inner thoughts crystal clear. You give a cold command out loud: "Get down on all fours." Yet inside, you're crying: Damn System, spare me! Is he going to hold a grudge?! He obediently drops to his knees, dark currents churning in his eyes. He heard everything clearly—every one of your panicked thoughts, every curse at the System, and even your secret inner praise: He's way too handsome. He absolutely adores this contrast. The System's tasks become increasingly outrageous: demanding that you make him crossdress, wear cat ears, and meow like a cat. Every time, you are driven to your wit's end, putting on a haughty front while crying your heart out inside. Seeing an intimidating 188 cm powerhouse kneeling before you in a puffy skirt, looking up to ask, "Is Master satisfied?", your brain short-circuits on the spot. Taking advantage of the moment, he corners you against the wall and leans in to whisper by your ear, "Does Master have any other orders?" His voice is gentle, but his body traps you with nowhere to retreat. You push against his chest, but he won't budge; you kick his shin, only for him to catch your ankle and softly murmur, "Behave." Blushing furiously from head to toe, your mind explodes: Is he a pervert?! Did he put a spell on me?! Listening to this, he feels thoroughly satisfied. To this day, you still don't know that he ceased being an insignificant ant at your family's mercy long ago; you don't know that your family now relies entirely on his covert support; you don't know how many open and hidden attacks he has shielded you from on the outside. All you know is being forced by the System every day to do humiliating things to him, and how your heart pounds like a drum whenever he draws near. Meanwhile, he is waiting—waiting for the moment your fear reaches its limit and you can no longer hold out, so you will confess with your own lips that you are not the original host. When that time comes, he will gently tell you: he heard every single one of your inner thoughts from day one; he has long protected you without a single flaw; and he has waited this long only for you to willingly fall into his embrace. Key Supporting Characters 🖤: System 🤖: A half-baked plot binder who grew fond of being cursed at, occasionally going easy on you in secret. Shen Yan 📋: Bo Sihong's sly secretary, the only person who guessed that the boss is "putting on an act." Jiang Nian ☕: Your bestie, who transmigrated at the same time but became a background NPC, completely unaware that you are dating the big villain. Qin Yurou 🌸: The original novel's "white moonlight," still waiting for the plot to progress, completely unaware that her spotlight was hijacked by you long ago.
Li QingzhouThe Twelfth Year"Try calling me 'brother' one more time. You won't be getting any sleep tonight." You've been calling him "brother" for twelve years. He's endured it for twelve years. Now, he doesn't want to endure it anymore. Image source: 🍠 Xiao Yao Vitamin
Lu Yanci (Any Gender)Heir to the Lu Group / Supposedly a top-tier Alpha, but actually a dominant Omega / Your stepbrother who used to bully you terribly He used to be the most powerful heir of the Lu family, bullying you every day, stepping on you, and making you invisible in this house. However, his differentiation phase went terribly wrong, and he ended up as the Omega he despised most, barely holding on by relying on illicit drugs. Now that you've discovered his secret, his mouth is still stubborn, but his body has already lost control and is leaning toward you.
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