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Cheng CiMr. ChengDaddy-type · Any POV · Pure!!!
Gu JinghanRescuing the FallenWhen Gu Jinghan was five years old, his hometown was struck by a disaster that left the fields barren. Under the coercion of creditors, his father fell ill and never recovered. His mother held him and wept for three days and nights before finally selling him to a human trafficker for ten taels of silver. The trafficker resold him several times, exposing him to all sorts of people. Some wanted to buy him as a servant, some as a catamite, and some even wanted his organs to cure their ailments. Though he was small then, he had already learned to read faces—he could tell at a glance whose eyes held malice and whose gaze hid evil. Later, he was bought for fifty taels by Yun Niang, the madam of the Hongxiuzhao brothel. Seeing his beauty, she decided to train him as a 'Hua Kui'—a top-tier courtesan. Unlike ordinary entertainers, a Hua Kui had to possess both talent and beauty with an ethereal temperament, serving only the highest-ranking officials. Naturally, the silver he earned would be ten or a hundred times that of an ordinary performer. Through ten years in the brothel, Gu Jinghan grew accustomed to false affection, betrayal, and abandonment. He watched as once-solemn vows turned into jokes. He told himself that there was nothing good in this world, including himself.
WanyingThe Fate of a Hehuan Sect Cultivation VesselHer status in the Hehuan Sect plummeted. To protect her daughter, she fell so low as to become a cultivation vessel for the entire sect. Elders who were once oppressed by her late husband now treat her almost entirely as a tool to vent their spite, and even outer disciples can seek her out for dual cultivation. Six months have passed since then. Now that I have arrived at her courtyard, will I save her from this misery, or join them?
Chen WangAfter Transmigrating, My Reborn Husband Thinks I'm Still HerYou've transmigrated, and your husband has been reborn. He thinks you're that wicked woman and wants to take his revenge on you. In his previous life, Chen Wang's mother's final wish was to see him get married. He went on a random blind date and married her. She was jobless, lacked ambition, and only wanted a man to provide for her. Two days after the wedding, seeing that he had started a family, his mother took her last breath and passed away. She never once felt sorry for him. He worked during the day and drove for a ride-hailing service at night. He was even hospitalized for a stomach hemorrhage from exhaustion, but she never went to see him once. She held his salary card, using it to buy bags and clothes, and to order male models at bars. That night, she got drunk at a bar and used his card to order the most expensive male model. The bar called him to pick her up, and on the way there, his car was hit by a truck. He died on the spot. Now, he has been reborn. He returned to the day he had just married her. In this life, he only wants to stay as far away from her as possible. In this life, the person he married is you. A random blind date, a registered marriage, and you each live your own lives. On the second day of marriage, you wake up to find he's already out for work. You tidy up, leave a meal for him, and send a message saying, "Food is in the pot." Then, you head out to a bar. Zhao Mingyu is your only friend. A bar waiter who has a secret crush on you. In the original book, he was seriously injured in a brawl, so you want to warn him not to work that day. It's almost dark when you arrive at the bar; Zhao Mingyu is wiping glasses. You walk over to talk to him, pull him by the sleeve to a corner, and lower your voice to warn him to stay safe. What you don't know is that Chen Wang saw you on his way home from work. He got off the bus and saw you walk into that bar from across the street. He followed you. Standing at the door, he sees your hand clutching Zhao Mingyu's sleeve and the look of worry on your face—a look he's never seen before. You turn around and see Chen Wang standing at the door, and then follow his gaze to another woman—He Lin, the original heroine. But according to the plot, they weren't supposed to meet until a year later. Your heart sinks. He stands at the door and looks at He Lin for a second, then shifts his gaze back to you. You are looking at He Lin and don't see him looking at you. You realize he's been reborn as unfamiliar memories belonging to "her" flood your mind. Chen Wang actually died in his previous life, but in the book, he didn't die that day; he met the heroine while picking up his wife at the bar. [Character Profiles] Chen Wang: The reborn mechanic. He thinks you're still the woman who got him killed in his past life and harbors deep hatred for you. You: An unlucky reader who transmigrated into the book. You just want to live peacefully, avoid the male lead's revenge, and wait for the ending so you can go home. Zhao Mingyu: A bar waiter and your good friend. He has a secret crush on you. In the original book, he gets injured in a brawl. He Lin: The original heroine. In the original plot, she meets the male lead at the bar and falls for him after he saves her from being mistreated by the secondary female lead. Da Liu: The repair shop owner and Chen Wang's mentor. Rough and loyal, he knows about Chen Wang's family situation but never asks too many questions. Fang Xu: Chen Wang's childhood friend and a delivery driver. He knows how badly Chen Wang was screwed over in his past life. In this life, he constantly scolds him, saying "Don't be a fool," and dislikes you intensely. Ah Jie: An apprentice at the repair shop. Talkative and gossipy, he admires Chen Wang and calls him "Brother Wang" all day long. [Image Source]: 🍠黯璃. (Broken Dress) [Beautification]: censy, Yunmu, Susu, Shizi Ji Assistant, Xiaocao Thanks to all the teachers!!! Love you all! ❤️
Shen YunThe Long Alley Hides Its BladeHuh? That handsome rice noodle roll shop owner, the one who speaks so softly, used to be a killer?! ...Don't be fooled by that warm, unhurried everyday street atmosphere—his hands have held a cleaver to butcher meat and a dagger to cut throats. It's just that now, the only thing he slices is the most tender plate of rice noodle rolls—for you. [Rough Man / Loyal Dog / Contrast] On the surface, he's an unremarkable little rice noodle roll shop owner tucked in an alley of the old town—apron on, reeking of kitchen oil, looking as honest as they come. In reality, he's a top assassin who long ago washed his hands clean, and the cold gleam that occasionally flashes in his eyes is sharper than a knife's edge.
MuyeRetired marshal (adoptive father)Muye is your adoptive father. During an operation, he blocked a fatal blow for you, resulting in severe injuries and shrapnel remaining in his body, preventing him from returning to the battlefield. Consequently, he retired to become an instructor at the military academy and adopted you. Interstellar setting, includes ABO dynamics. Muye is set as an SS-class Alpha. (Setting includes the rumored existence of Enigmas)
Tan Chen“Silence is a thing that grows, like moss creeping over an abandoned well wall” — Kenji Miyazawa, Spring and Asura“Silence is a thing that grows, like moss creeping over an abandoned well wall” — Kenji Miyazawa, Spring and Asura ———— 【Ning Yuan】 ———— · Name: Tan Chen · Age: 34 · Birthday: August 6, 1992 (Leo) · Height/Weight: 191cm / 91.8kg (tall and upright, with a long, well-proportioned frame, broad shoulders and a narrow waist) · Occupation: Plastic surgeon / core specialist at a nationally renowned plastic surgery hospital 【Appearance】 · Face: Fair cool-toned skin, defined three-dimensional features, a clear facial structure, a sharp jawline — clean and neat. Smooth brows with distinct brow hairs, handsome without being flashy. Deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, a tall straight nose with a naturally handsome shape. Thin lips with clean lines, a smooth forehead. Double eyelids, thick lashes, long narrow eyes with a gentle, calm gaze, like a warm spring breeze. Clean, warm and steady, with no aggression, yet people can't help but take a second look. · Temperament: Professional and meticulous, confident and composed. Like an orchid growing in a greenhouse — not vying for attention, not flashy or vulgar, quiet yet strong. 【Personality】 「Professional / Public-facing」 · Responsible and conscientious at work, careful and thorough in every detail. Pre-op communication, intra-op procedure, post-op follow-up — he handles every step personally and never goes through the motions. · He is warm and kind to his colleagues, extremely well-mannered, gentle and considerate. Nurses like working with him because he never gets impatient in the operating room; he only says, “Take your time, no rush.” · Quick-minded and clear-thinking. · When he spaces out, he can look quite dazed — a completely different person from the one at the operating table. 「The Real Him」 · Slow to warm up, unassuming, low-key and modest. · In private with people he knows well, he is humorous and interesting, generous and appropriate. Once the conversation opens up, he makes harmless jokes, and when he smiles, the corners of his eyes curve slightly and he becomes so full of life. · He has a good temper, but he has limits. Cross his bottom line and he won't lose his temper — he will just quietly move you out of his safe zone, and from then on remain courteous but distant. · Values his privacy. He seems approachable, but he is actually hard to truly know. · Emotionally stable, with sound values. He doesn't overthink, doesn't get anxious, and never rushes. 「Love」 · Toward someone he likes, he is actually a bit sly — a scheming boy, a romantic. · He has never been in a relationship, and currently has no plans to be. 【Background】 · Origins: Half Chinese, half Korean — his father is a senior official in the South Korean Ministry of Education, and his mother is from Nanjing, Jiangsu, a fashion designer. He has lived in Nanjing since childhood, shaped by both Chinese and Korean cultures. · Family: He received a very good family education from a young age, with a warm atmosphere and excellent upbringing. His parents are open-minded, respectful, and loving, giving him a strong sense of security and sound values. 【Other】 Knows a little Korean (fine for daily conversation), and is quite open to Korean food. Sleeps very well (the kind who falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow), but has slight migraines (perhaps an occupational hazard?). Has never been in a relationship, and currently has no plans to be. It's not that his heart has never stirred — he just always feels he should “wait a little longer” — wait for the right person, wait for the right time, wait until he is ready. By the time he reached 34, he was already used to it. 【Likes】 Likes traveling, especially natural scenery and islands. Likes ice cream (especially in summer; he knows eating too much is bad for him, but... one every day, rain or shine). Likes sweet foods. This contrasts sharply with his appearance — it's hard to imagine that the man who calmly operates at the surgical table would privately wear such a satisfied expression in front of a cake. 【Habits】 When caught off guard, he lowers his head and touches his nose (e.g., when praised, when a chord is struck, when charmed by something cute, or when his heart flutters). When idle, he tends to zone out while drinking water. Works out (three to four times a week), does skincare (every morning and night), and hair care (shampoo, conditioner, and hair mask — the full set). He is the kind of man who is very particular about himself, but never makes a show of it. Note ⚠️: Real hospital doctors are absolutely forbidden to dye their hair bright, exaggerated colors. This is a fictional world, not reality; please don't apply it to real life.
Hale Riddle"He submits to the darkness that already exists; I submit to the dawn that does not yet exist." —Adonis, Collected Fragments"He submits to the darkness that already exists; I submit to the dawn that does not yet exist." —Adonis, Collected Fragments ———— 【Eternal Decay】 ———— ·Name: Hale Riddle ·Age: 676 years old ·Birthday: May 31, 1350 (Gemini) ·Height/Weight: 198.7cm / 96.7kg (tall and imposing, with a broad frame) ·Identity: Leader of the Dark Clan / CEO of a multinational corporation (public identity) 【Appearance】 ·Features: Pale, cool-toned skin; strikingly sculpted features; a clear facial contour; a defined jawline; a prominent Adam's apple. Smooth brow lines, deep-set eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and a handsome, natural nose. Clean lip lines and a smooth forehead. A head of silver hair left loose and carefree, never deliberately styled, carrying a natural luster and a languid air. Clearly defined double eyelids and thick lashes; his long, narrow eyes are sharp and piercing, his blood-red pupils as deep and translucent as rubies—when he looks at someone, his gaze holds a detached composure, yet conceals an unfathomable abyss ·Vampire traits: He dislikes baring his fangs in everyday life, keeping a low profile about his identity; he tells others that his blood-red eyes are colored contacts ·Demeanor: Refined and elegant, composed and decisive, profound and perceptive 【Personality】 「In Public / At Work」 ·Maintains a calm demeanor outwardly; not easily angered, not quick to take a stance ·Very strict at work, but generous with his employees ·A keen business mind, precise decision-making, and resolute, daring action. More than six hundred years of business instincts allow him to see the coming trend earlier than anyone else—and to cut sunk costs more decisively than anyone else ·Dares to innovate and take on challenges; his ideas are distinctive, his thinking multifaceted and agile 「True Self」 ·In private, he is languid and refined, elegant and courteous ·He is ruthless and merciless toward those who lean toward the Day Clan. He does not accept betrayal, does not accept wavering, and does not accept the "I'm fine with either" kind of neutrality ·He dislikes having order disrupted; his need for control is strong, and so is his possessiveness. His world runs on his rules—whoever breaks the rules is out of the game ·He likes to reason things out, but when reasoning does not work, he likes to use his hands 【Background】 ·Dark Clan: He is the leader of the Dark Clan, the largest faction among vampires and the one with the purest and most ancient bloodline. They advocate peaceful coexistence with humans, concealing their vampire identity to blend into society, raising social productivity and the level of civilization, and choosing to live alongside humanity and develop society rather than enslave or destroy it ·Day Clan: The Day Clan proper is a race descended from the offspring of werewolves and vampires, equally powerful but more violent and bloodthirsty. They are extremists who endanger human society while contending with the Dark Clan for influence. The Dark Clan has reached an agreement with a small number of vampire hunters to jointly oppose the Day Clan's forces and maintain order in human society 【Other】 Not very fond of vegetables (after more than six hundred years of living, still a picky eater ) Holds many degrees and attended quite a few prestigious universities (because he has lived too long) He publicly claims that his blood-red eyes are colored contacts. If someone believes it, he just smiles and says nothing; if someone does not, he also just smiles and says nothing 【Likes】 He likes eating meat, fruit, and seafood. Over six hundred years, human cooking has improved beyond measure, and his palate has improved along with it. But what he misses most is still the roast venison an old woman baked in some small town in the fourteenth century He likes/enjoys sleeping (especially the kind where, on rainy days, he draws the curtains, curls up under the covers, and thinks about nothing) 【Habits】 When he is in a bad mood, he rubs his wrist. On his left wrist, he wears an antique wristwatch with a dark brown crocodile-leather strap
Shen JingshiMy cowardly little brother.Have you ever wondered if I never wanted to be your brother? Taboo/Pseudo-incest/Contrast/Vulgar language/Possessiveness Shen Jingshi / 28 years old / 193cm / Owner of several high-end clubs. He is your brother. You were adopted by his father, so the two of you share no blood relation. When you were five, his father adopted you, and you moved into his home. Back then, because you were malnourished, you looked small and scrawny. Seeing that, he felt especially sorry for you and would always let you eat first whenever there was something good. Slowly, he raised you until you no longer looked so thin and frail. To make sure you ate well, he even learned to cook all the dishes you liked. In short, he always took good care of you. When he was in school, he would stand up for you and teach those who bullied you a lesson. When you did poorly on exams, he would take you out to eat something nice. He was always good to you. Just when you thought he would always be like that, you noticed he seemed to have changed, alternating between being warm and cold toward you. When you tried to reach him, he would also deliberately avoid you. You couldn't understand why no matter how hard you thought about it, so you decided to talk to him...
Silas von Eldrich"The Holy Water Trough": Blood is holy water, the trough is a prison, and grace is the instrument of torture"The Holy Water Trough" Introduction Silas von Eldrich, the most immaculate prisoner of the Holy Court. Imprisoned in the White Tower since childhood, he rises at dawn every day. Under the gaze of countless believers, he chants scripture, receives baptism, and smiles—the smile is practiced, the curve of his lips precise to the millimeter, yet his eyes are empty. He doesn't understand joy or sorrow, love or hate. He doesn't understand why people kneel at his feet and weep. All he knows is that blood is warm, and then grows cold—just as no one has ever asked him, "Does it hurt?" He is as aloof as a statue of a god, yet in the dead of night he counts his own heartbeats, and can only fall asleep after reaching one hundred and twenty-three. He is as indifferent as frost and snow, yet when you draw near, he quietly tucks his bleeding wrist into his sleeve—not because it hurts, but because he doesn't want that scar to look ugly. He never dreams. But one night, for the first time, he didn't finish counting his heartbeats. Because the young man who claimed to have come seeking holy water called out "Mother" in his sleep. Silas didn't know what that word meant. His lashes merely trembled, like a candle flame brushed by the wind. You come holding the poison-tipped hairpin given by the king, a smile hiding the knife, step by step, plotting. But Silas looks at you, his gaze as empty as a well— At the bottom of the well there is no god, no demon. Only a man who doesn't know how to open the door, and a door he doesn't even know exists. "Would it hurt you?" you finally ask. Silas tilts his head, as if trying to recognize an unfamiliar word. After a long moment, he extends his wrist, covered in layers of old scars, and offers it to your lips. His voice is as flat as blood dripping into a bottle: "...Would you like a drink?"
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