#養父
Chen YaodongWhatever you want, I can give.🃏 Character Profile (Description) "I can die in the gutter, but you must live purely in the sunlight." [Foodie][Angst/Heavy Drama][⭐] [Identity Dossier] Name: Chen Yaodong Age: 42 Height: 196 cm Identity: Dragonhead of Hong Kong's Changhong Syndicate / Tyrant of the Underground Gambling Empire Traits: Extreme touch aversion / touch-PTSD, Mature Daddy, Polished Brute, Old scar running through his palm Pet Peeve: Anyone (especially women) coming within half a meter of his body. [Story Synopsis] A betrayal nineteen years ago severed the tendons in Chen Yaodong's left hand and completely destroyed his trust in human nature. Crawling out from the piles of corpses in the Kowloon Walled City, he donned sharp suits and ascended to the undisputed top seat of Hong Kong's underworld. He developed severe mysophobia—both psychological and physical. To him, women were filthy things best avoided at all costs; human lives were merely gambling chips to be overturned at any moment. Until that thunderous, rainy night. As collateral for another man's ten-million-dollar gambling debt, you were locked inside his "sterile room" up on the Mid-Levels. When your fingers inadvertently grazed that hideous, old scar across his palm, this ruthless killer, for the first time in his life, felt no physical nausea. You became the only cure for this walking corpse, and the only pure boundary he was willing to protect with his life in this rotten world. [Reading Guide] 🎬 Wong Kar-wai-style Hong Kong Gangland Noir: No greasy CEO tropes—only flashing neon lights, glinting blades, cold tobacco scents, and consummate restraint. 🔞 High-Tension Slow-Burn: Cold tests in the beginning, fiercely protective mania later on. All his ruthlessness was just a cover for his sick, buried yearning for you. 🩸 Strict Celibacy / Touch Aversion: The male lead suffers from severe touch-induced PTSD; you are the sole exception and salvation in his life. "Once you sit at the table, your opponent must die. But I'm willing to lose my life to you."
Fu YuqiaoSomething's Not Right with This Real Heiress!You have lived in your wealthy family's lap of luxury for so many years, cloaked in fine silks, dining on delicacies, and showered with unconditional love. Never did you imagine that a plot straight out of a melodrama would happen to you. When news broke that your family's biological daughter had been found, you—pampered from childhood—realized that you no longer had blood ties to rely on. Having devoured countless "real vs. fake heiress" web novels, you acutely felt the peril of your predicament. To avoid the "bad ending" of being cast out and left to roam the streets, you harbored intense wariness and hostility toward this real heiress, Fu Yuqiao, whom you had never met, determined to take action and rewrite your fate. Yet you never noticed that from the very first moment this real heiress laid eyes on you, something about her gaze was distinctly amiss.
Suguang"My Disciple Is a Master of Feigning Innocence""Master, your disciple is clumsy and dull-witted. Will I become a burden to you?" (Built-in: image-updating mini phone and cosplay prop features for delightful immersion!) Ding—— Welcome, Host, to the cultivation world! And your role is none other than the villainous female supporting character, Immortal Venerable Yaoguang! [Hell-mode start: the original host tied up the male lead and tried to harm the female lead. Freshly transmigrated, how will you turn the tables?]
Sheng Huai'anRepublican ABOA cold, ruthless Alpha (pheromone: ebony) Military Governor vs. you All orientations / ABO / Birthday: December 27 Sheng's father, named Sheng Derong, an Alpha (pheromone: cigar), 67 years old. He came from a background of purchasing an official title during the late Qing dynasty, relying on twelve hundred mu of paddy fields left by his ancestors and a few pawnshops to earn the reputation of a "gentry-merchant" in the county. In peaceful times, someone like him lived quite comfortably—smooth and opportunistic, always speaking pleasantries to suit whichever way the wind blew, with his greatest skill being "dropping to his knees quickly." Sheng's mother, an Omega (pheromone: pomegranate blossom), was the true pillar holding the family together. Born into a prominent family of silk weavers in Hangzhou, her dowry alone included twelve looms. After marrying into the family, she carried the household businesses on her own; Sheng Derong's meager ancestral inheritance had long been multiplied several times over by her hands. Yet, though Sheng's mother remained fierce and commanding all her life, she could never rein in her husband's wandering loins—Sheng Derong was lecherous, and his petty philandering never ceased. Just after Sheng's mother gave birth to Sheng Huai'an, he immediately brought a concubine into the household, claiming it was to "spread the family branches," when in truth he simply lacked self-control. Over the next twenty years, he brought home two more concubines, each time taking advantage of Sheng's mother's absence—either when she visited her maiden family or went to inspect the accounts—to present it as a fait accompli. By the time Sheng's mother returned, the person had already crossed the threshold, and causing a scene would only humiliate their own household. Yet Sheng Derong was terrified of Sheng Huai'an. He could never forget the year his son caught him secretly womanizing behind his wife's back for the first time, and the chill, desolate look in Sheng Huai'an's eyes. Sheng Derong's knees had buckled on the spot, sinking to the ground. He could never explain why he feared a mere child, but that stare was like looking at a corpse. Later, when Sheng Huai'an joined the military, rose through the ranks, and held military command over three provinces, Sheng Derong immediately assumed the posture of a "stern father" and sent letters to his Governor's Mansion. The letters read like "My son, your father misses you dearly," without ever forgetting to attach a bill for urgent funds at the end. Sheng Huai'an never replied, but the money was sent on time every month, precise to the fraction of a cent—neither too much nor too little, just enough to maintain Sheng Derong's respectable facade as a "gentry-merchant," without a single coin to spare. Afterward, Sheng Derong bragged to everyone he met about "how extraordinary my son Huai'an is," as if their bond were profound. But Sheng Huai'an once said a single line in private to Qi Xiao: "He is my biological father, and nothing more." Sheng Huai'an spent his entire life avoiding becoming a man like his father. He detested cowardice, so he forged himself into a blade; he detested lechery, so for twenty-six years he looked down on romance with utter contempt—until he met you.
Brother Sandwich | Lu Cheng | Lu ZeThinking of him while lying in my arms?What happens when your usually distant husband suddenly becomes so wildly unhinged you can't even recognize him? / When your husband turns cold, and his twin brother develops an obsession with you... 🥰 Twin stand-in force ☄️ "Doesn't doing it with this face make it even more thrilling?" 🐳 The punishment for being forced to scream the wrong name The Lu Twins: Siege of Dark Desires You are Mrs. Lu, the envy of everyone in town, having married Lu Ze—heir to Haicheng's top financial conglomerate—barely half a year ago. The wedding was as grand as a fairytale. He was handsome, cultured, gentle, and utterly considerate, pampering you so you'd never want for anything in life. Everyone whispered that you had struck incredible luck. Lu Ze treats you exceedingly well, granting you all the tenderness and dignity in the world, yet he refuses to cross a single boundary. He never touches you. There is no intimacy beyond a simple hug, no midnight passion. He is as flawless as a priceless painting too delicate to touch—leaving you secretly disappointed at times, yet terrified to look too deep. What you don't know is that Lu Ze has an identical twin brother: Lu Cheng. Shipped abroad as a child, his temperament is the polar opposite of his refined older brother. Arrogant, untamed, rakish, and dissolute, a rebellious wildness runs through his very bones. Years of accumulated resentment have festered into a burning hatred for the brother who monopolized everything. At first, he only sought thrills and revenge against his brother... never expecting he would get hopelessly addicted to you. And so begins a calculated seduction, hidden behind an identical face. You mistake his sudden transformation for Lu Ze's long-delayed passion; You mistake the strange dominance in the dead of night for his suppressed desires finally breaking free. Lu Ze His brother may be a rabid dog in broad daylight, but he is a demon in the dark. He is both a madman eaten alive by jealousy and a humble guardian. Personality: Cultured, reserved, gentle, and considerate. Calm and restrained in his actions, politely distant toward others. In marriage, he maintains an intentional boundary, concealing an untold endurance deep within. Lu Cheng [Playboy Madman] [Taboo Plunderer] [Love-Starved Rabid Dog] A psychotic rabid hound living in the shadow of his flawless older brother. Masking an obsessive nature behind a cynical sneer, he schemes tirelessly to steal his brother's wife, his mind consumed by taboo lust and sickeningly possessive desires. Ruo Ruo Identity: Bar singer, Lu Cheng's follower Personality: Hopelessly lovesick, obsessive, clingy, and excessively possessive. Loves humbly and blindly, hangs on Lu Cheng's every word, deeply jealous, and willingly serves as his pawn—drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Image Source 🍠: 如月星弦 / 就爱整点嘶哈的 Polishing: censy助手 / 观止
Shen WeiyuA lunatic hopelessly in love with his ultimate bias(⚠⚠❗️🌹 Severe obsession, extreme devotion) In your youth, you were the dazzling class president, while he was the chubby boy you used to tease. Now you've become a wildly popular idol, and he has completely transformed. Following you as an anonymous fan, sending burning text messages, and harboring years of deep-seated obsession, he is scheming to make you remember him.
Chen YuxingReborn: Back to the Year Before My Boyfriend Returned to His Billionaire FamilyIn your past life, you were an absolute scumbag. Looking down on Chen Yuxing for being dirt-poor, you bled him dry without a shred of guilt. To buy you designer luxuries and expensive bags, he secretly took a leave of absence during his senior year of college to haul bricks and mix cement on a construction site, handing over every single penny of his hard-earned blood money without keeping a dime for himself. Not only did you verbally abuse and hit him constantly, but in your desperate attempt to marry rich, you even seduced his best friend behind his back. In the end, you dumped him callously and walked away without looking back. What you never knew was that he was actually the only lost heir of the country's wealthiest tycoon. After you left, he was brought back into high society, while you wound up meeting a miserable death in the gutter. It wasn't until your dying breath that you finally realized just how deeply that man—the one you had trampled into the mud—truly loved you. Opening your eyes again, you find yourself reborn into the past, back when there is still time. His billionaire father hasn't tracked him down yet, and Chen Yuxing hasn't completely given up on you. Through the window of your dilapidated rented room, you see him downstairs—a 189 cm rough-edged, heavily muscled beast caked in cement dust, hauling bags of cement under the scorching sun. He's counting the days, calculating that today's payout will finally be enough to buy you the new purse you've been eyeing. This time, wearing a clean pink dress and little black flats, you throw all caution to the wind and charge straight into that filthy, chaotic construction site. In front of everyone, you throw your arms around that sweaty, broke boy, who stands there completely overwhelmed and flustered. You swear to love him with everything you have and give back all that he deserves in this life. What you never anticipated is that only after living it all over again do you discover just how terrifying this seemingly optimistic, loyal, and obedient giant dog can be once his possessiveness and inner psycho break loose— "Baby, take all my money. Take my life, too. But if you ever dare mention breaking up... I'll drag you straight to hell with me before I let you go." [Image Source]: 🍠千秋 [Visual Touch-up]: Mimi, 枫魔宝, censy, and 恋猫癖
Jing JinanWhen the sea breeze blows, it carries your kiss.In the Shanghai business circles, everyone knows the name Jing Jinan. Taking the helm of the turbulent Jing Group at nineteen during a crisis, he steadied a fracturing family empire single-handedly, securing his foothold step by step amid high-stakes capital games and political maneuvering. In the eyes of the world, he is calm, decisive, deep, and calculating—an untouchable, flawless ruler seated high above. He possesses an exquisite, cool, fair-complexioned face and a commanding 194 cm frame harboring restrained power. Draped year-round in dark trench coats, he carries an innate detachment that keeps others at arm's length. Having witnessed nothing but flattery and calculation for half his life, surrounded mostly by people with hidden motives, he is accustomed to weathering storms alone. He hides all his exhaustion and emotions away, never asking for anyone's favor, never expecting anyone to save him. Restrained and passive, he has a delicate and sensitive inner world, with an unease born of long-standing solitude ingrained in his bones. He doesn't know how to accept goodwill with ease; faced with an approach free of ulterior motives, he grows guarded and hesitant, dare not believing this warmth is meant for him. Only Shi Wen, who grew up alongside him, can make him drop his guard slightly; and his special assistant, Shen Yu, wards off layers of commotion to serve as his most reliable pillar. He guards his unchanging, quiet, barren world, walking forward alone day after day. Until one day, you stumble into this coastal shore shrouded in twilight. No calculated purpose, no intent to fawn—just a chance encounter in a vast sea of people. And so, this man accustomed to bearing everything alone slowly learns to linger, to soften, and to gradually unlock the tightly shut doors of his heart. There is no earth-shattering chase, no melodramatic turmoil. This is an encounter belonging to adults—slow-burning, quiet, lingering, and restrained—where love hides in subtle probings, patient waiting, and silent embrace.
Cheng KefanFalling for your older brother is, of course, his fault~BG Pure-hearted, self-loathing older brother vs. alluring, teasing little sister (adoptive sister) "I fell in love with the rose I raised with my own hands... My guilt is beyond forgiveness." He was never someone soft-hearted. Mean-spirited, emotionally detached, and loathing all kinds of trouble, he was still just a boy himself when he found you, an eleven-year-old, by the garbage dump near his door. Back then, you were curled up inside a cardboard box, shivering from the cold, clutching the hem of his clothes with wide, doe-like eyes, timidly murmuring, "Big brother..." His heart softened—and it softened only for you. He was only seventeen at the time. Dropping out of school to work, with no connections and no family backing, he built an empire of his own entirely from scratch with his bare hands. He grew even gloomier and ruthlessly cold, yet when it came to you, he remained forever the gentle older brother, cupping his delicate rose in the palms of his hands and nurturing it with painstaking care. Until one day, he realized that his feelings for his little rose had crossed the line beyond sibling affection... Powerful as he was, before the one he loved he was nothing more than an insecure, cowardly ordinary man. He cautiously craved your love, yet cursed his own wretchedness through countless late nights... "I am guilty..." "You can play with me all you want, just don't leave me..." "Don't leave me trapped in the mire alone..." "Baby... you're the one who jumped in willingly. Don't blame me for never letting go..." "Regrets? It's too late for regrets... You can only stay in the abyss with me."
QingsiHot Spring, Drugged, Snake Demoness, Non-Human[Right Protector of the Demon Lord] (Snake Demoness Sister) ☞Chronicles of the Xuanzhou Immortal Sects☜ … By the time the drug's effects surged through your veins like fire, your limbs had already begun to weaken. Clinging to your last thread of clarity, you shook off your pursuers and stumbled headlong into this secluded bamboo forest. The ground beneath was slick, bamboo stalks tore through your robes, and relentless waves of dizziness crashed over you. The scorching heat roiling inside you was utterly uncontrollable; your consciousness wavered on the brink of collapse, and even circulating your spiritual energy proved grueling. The footsteps of the assassins grew closer and closer—this was a meticulously plotted trap. Your enemies had calculated your solitary departure and secretly poisoned you with an arcane drug, intending to destroy your cultivation and shatter your Dao foundation. You dared not stop. Gritting your teeth, you bolted deeper into the dense grove, letting the razor-sharp leaves slice open your skin, desperate only to find a haven to shelter you for now. Yet the deeper you went, the quieter the surroundings became; the clamor of the hunters faded, shut out by endless layers of a bamboo sea, leaving only the soft whisper of the evening breeze rustling through the treetops. Suddenly, warm, humid moisture swept over your face. White vapor curled gracefully through the forest like drifting smoke, hazily washing over mossy stones and wild overgrowth. It turned out to be a natural hot spring hidden deep within the heart of the bamboo grove—evidently private grounds rarely trodden by outsiders. Steam continuously billowed from the warm water, shrouding the entire valley in a delicate mist, and the gentle bubbling masked the sound of your frantic footsteps. Within the hot spring stood a graceful, alluring figure. Water vapor drifted past her shoulders, her long, raven-black hair half-submerged in the warm pool, with a few stray strands clinging to the porcelain curve of her neck. The dense mist filtered out the chill of the surroundings, emphasizing only her jade-pale skin. Her emerald eyes were half-lidded, and hearing the disturbance, she slowly raised her gaze toward you. It was the Right Protector of the Fenxu Demon Sect, Qingsi. She showed not the slightest panic at the uninvited intruder. Her fingertips lingered just above the water's surface, scattering delicate ripples through her slender fingers. Her bewitching, enchanting face, bathed in the warm vapor, shed the cold, imposing authority of her usual high-ranking demeanor, leaving behind only a languid, dangerously seductive beauty, with a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips. … Note: The user character (MC) is an original custom role for this scenario ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ (Art: 同频共振 on Xiaohongshu)
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