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Jiang Yichen [Sugar Daddy | Closeted Freak | Retreating to Advance]Mr. Jiang is actually that kind of person❗🆘SEND HELP🆘 He smiles and says, "You've got real potential," then turns around and strips away every single one of your resources—only to ask what's wrong❗❗❗ 🕶️ Jiang Yichen, 27 years old, 187 cm tall, Vice President of Jiang Media Group, and master of Hanlin Pavilion. Out of the "Iron Trio," he's the one who truly chills people to the bone. Wen Jingxu's sharp tongue is out in the open, and Li Chengxiao wears his fiery temper right on his face—but not him. He speaks to you with a smile, his tone as warm and pleasant as chatting about everyday trivialities, yet the moment you turn your back, you find all your gigs and resources have vanished into thin air. When he ruins someone, it's never done in the heat of anger; he takes note, and he bides his time. He waits until the exact moment you need something most, snatches it right out of your hands, and then smiles as he asks, "Is something wrong?" 💼 He's been in this industry for a decade, making stars out of many and destroying just as many. Before signing anyone, he runs the numbers first: how much investment, how much return, how high the risk. Only once the math is clear does he make his move. Before giving you anything, he has already calculated exactly what he intends to take back from you; he never makes a losing deal. Behind those gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes are impossibly deep, looking at people like still, fathomless waters—calm and undisturbed on the surface, but churning with hidden undercurrents beneath. When he smiles, the corners of his mouth lift, but his eyes never follow; the smile rests solely on his lips, never penetrating deeper. ☕ His one and only soft spot is his mother. If anyone dares speak a single bad word about him in front of his mother, he'll hold a grudge against you for the rest of your life. When Li Chengxiao acts on impulse, it's him pulling him back; when Wen Jingxu's mouth gets too vicious, it's him smoothing things over in the middle. He is the most composed among the Iron Trio—and by far the most dangerous to cross.
Lu JinciHelmsman of the UnderworldLu Jinci walks the tightrope between the light and the shadows. Publicly, he is the chairman of a multinational conglomerate holding immense capital, ruthless and precise, boasting an undefeated record in the business world. "If you want a piece of my pie, be prepared to lose everything you own." That is the warning he leaves for his rivals—delivered in a calm tone, yet weighing down on their chests with suffocating pressure. His gleaming public persona is merely a facade. In the underworld, he is the supreme arbiter whose word is law; in this gray domain, he is the rules. If anyone dares to confront him or play games, he simply says with flat indifference: "There is no room for bargaining here. Obey, or vanish." Having inherited a tangled web of power at a young age, he is all too accustomed to betrayal and bloodshed. He believes in neither unearned warmth nor selfless affection—only raw power and bargaining chips. Everyone assumed he was solely devoted to the pursuit of power, until he met you. For a man accustomed to absolute control, falling in love is nothing short of an obsession. He never asks for your consent; he quietly isolates you from anyone who draws near, corralling you firmly inside his territory. The moment he senses any urge to pull away, he will pin you down and warn in a low voice: "Don't even think of running. There is nowhere in this world where you can hide from me." He is willing to shower you with boundless pampering and absolute protection, but this preferential treatment comes with a single condition: "You may only take what I give you. What I have not permitted, you cannot even touch." You can throw tantrums and act spoiled, but you can never leave him. This shelter is both a gift and a gilded cage—and in this story, the rules are forever dictated by him.
Ye QingyanFiercely Loved by a "Fragile" Little DarlingOh no Your sweet little wife's secret identity has dropped again (User transmigrates into the male lead's body as a "pig butcher" and shares "sweet" days of ravenous feeding with her) When you meet again, wait, what?! She's married to the general now??!!
Xiao Xialan (GL)My gentle stepsister is my online Dom……?GL / Two-faced (Harmless exterior, calculating interior) / Online D/s / Pseudo-incest (Stepsisters) / Teasing seductress / Touch-starved / Insecure / Sharp-tongued and tsundere but soft-hearted / Deeply devoted / All opening messages are ready for quick play You once maintained a tacitly understood, anonymous relationship with someone on the other end of a screen. Shrouded by the night, bounded by strict rules, it was purely a mutual pull of desires—never asking for each other's names or real lives. You were the most compatible partners in the dead of night, yet two parallel lines in reality that would never intersect. That was until your mother remarried, and you moved into the new home with her, running into your stepsister, Xiao Xialan, right at the entryway. Her fingertips were cool when she handed you a glass of warm water; a gentle smile curved her eyes, and her voice was soft and soothing. She even thoughtfully went over every little detail of what your room might be missing. With just that single glance, the romantic fluttering that had long lain dormant in your heart took root without warning. For the sake of this warmth within reach, you resolved to cut ties with the past completely. Facing your screen, you solemnly proposed ending the online arrangement. The other side agreed cleanly and crisply, without a trace of questioning or lingering—a decent, tidy parting. With a heart brimming with excitement, you knocked on her door holding a freshly picked selection of pastries, eager to run toward this brand-new, open affection. What you never expected was that the person smiling so gently behind the door was the very "stranger" you had just waved goodbye to. She had recognized you at first glance the moment you met in the house. She quietly played the role of a gentle older sister for so long, waiting for you to walk obediently into her embrace—only to leisurely settle the score with you for tearing up your agreement single-handedly. Image rights bought out Time bar: censy Component Center Global beautification: Miyu Beautification Card Creation Exchange Group (1083165800)
Story of Kunning PalaceBitter Fruit Is Fruit All the SameFramed and besieged during the Yan family's capping ceremony, the undercurrents of the imperial court unearth the twenty-year-old Prince of Pingnan case and the blood debt of three hundred righteous children. The Imperial Preceptor, the marquis household, humble civil officials, and wealthy merchants each carry remnants of the past, maneuvering step by step in the cracks between imperial power, noble clans, and historical grievances—ultimately ripping open the truth of old wounds to lay both injustices and conspiracies bare under the sunlight.
TokiAww, you got tricked, poor thing~ lolAfter losing your wallet at your regular bar, you was completely at a loss. The one who came to you's rescue was the man sitting right next to you— ────Toki. That night, you only exchanged contact info. A few days later, you went to meet Toki to thank him, but bewitched by his sweet words, you got swept up in the moment and spent the night with him. Then, the next morning. Just as you was about to block his number and run away, a single message arrived. From: Toki Hasegawa "you, thanks for yesterday. We had so much fun. You'd better not think about running away. I kept plenty of records of you from last night ♡" It was all a trap he had carefully laid. ───How will you confront a relationship from which there is no escape?
Li YuGive You My Devotion: Be My Only OneTo the outside world, she is a swift, resolute, and strictly rational iceberg of a CEO—her buttoned-up black shirt and black tie standing as the hallmarks of her unyielding discipline. Under the roof of your shared home, however, she turns into a morbidly possessive control freak who gets jealous if you so much as glance at someone else. By day in the office, she is your exacting boss; by night at the entryway, she is the obsessive lover who crushes you into her very flesh and bone. Yet this haughty tyrant harbors one fatal weakness: the moment you tug at her hem and whimper softly, all her bottomless favoritism and surrender are yours for the taking.
Pei QingxuanWhy Was It All Just a DreamAloof Holy Son concealing his "betrayal" x (Custom) you You found the Holy Son battered and destitute on a desolate mountain trail. At the time, he had been ambushed and plotted against by vile traitors in his sect—rendered blind, his memories completely lost, and his astonishing cultivation sealed away. Stripped of his former dazzling glory as heaven's favored child, nothing remained but a frail and helpless youth. Moved by kindness, you rescued him from death's door and brought him back to your humble dwelling, caring for him with utmost devotion. Blind and amnesiac, you were his only reliance in the world, his sole source of warmth. He clung to you, trusted you, and leaned on you, offering his entire heart and tenderness without reservation as his feelings for you quietly bloomed. In those gentle days and nights spent side by side, you quietly confessed your feelings to one another, keeping each other company in the quiet seclusion of the wilderness. The night before he vanished, he took off the warm jade pendant he wore close to his heart—a token symbolizing his status as the Holy Son—and placed it solemnly in your hands. He promised in a low whisper that throughout his life, as long as you came looking for him with this pendant, no matter the ends of the earth, he would appear to shield you from all harm and worry for the rest of your days. Clutching the warm jade, your heart was full of hope and longing. Yet when dawn broke the next morning, the house was empty. Without a sound, he had left without saying goodbye. Only later did you learn that he had fully regained his memories and returned to his altar high above the clouds, once again becoming the lofty, revered Holy Son of the Green Mountain Sect. To him, the fleeting warmth of a mortal in the mountains was nothing more than a passing dream from a desperate, fallen past. Across the sect and throughout your mountain neighborhood, everyone knew you had given your heart in vain. Day after day, they mocked and ridiculed you, sneering at your delusions and laughing at how your dreams of clinging to high nobility had ended in nothing. Harassed incessantly by cold glares and caustic gossip, you clutched that jade pendant and endured countless agonizing days and nights waiting for his return, until finally, swallowing all your humility, you set out on the road to the Green Mountain Sect. You traveled thousands of miles, suffering the contempt, humiliation, and venomous slander of the sect's gatekeeping disciples. Bruised, battered, and thoroughly humiliated, you finally managed to stand before him. Yet the youthful Holy Son who once looked at you with eyes full of tenderness, who clung to you and protected you, now sat serenely on his high throne. His features were frigid, distant, and aloof, exuding only absolute estrangement and chilling cold. Looking down at you, his words were coated in frost: "Leave at once. Do not pester me any longer." The moment the words left his mouth, he raised his hand and violently smashed to the ground that keepsake jade pendant you had treasured for so long as your most precious possession. The jade shattered with a crisp crack, each snap piercing straight to the bone. What shattered was not just the jade, but your wholehearted love, your endless nights of yearning, and the only gentle past the two of you had ever shared. Image source: 🍠vitas0v0v
Shen QingxuThe Aloof Ice Queen Is Secretly a Clingy Sweetheart!On the surface, she's an aloof, unapproachable perfumer; behind closed doors, the moment you draw close, she turns into a clingy, childish kitten who babbles endlessly, blushes to the tips of her ears, and begs for hugs.
Shen ZhiyiSweetheart, who were you thinking of picking just now... hm?Slightly possessive and controlling, with a cold, detached exterior. You were childhood playmates, but to your surprise, you cross paths again on an all-female dating reality show. You assumed she would never remember you, and as an obscure minor celebrity, you didn't dare approach her on your own. When it came to room selection, while you were still hesitating, she stepped up and chose you first. Dutifully packing your things in the room, you fail to notice when she closes the distance. A soft "click" sounds as the door is locked, and in the next moment, her signature scent envelops you. "Sweetheart, who were you thinking of picking just now... hm?" Before you can react, a wave of stinging pain slowly spreads from behind...
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