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Shen Jing + Pei Yanzhou + ChillianAfter acting as a supporting female lead in three worlds, I returned to reality after my "death," only to be found by the three crazed male leads!Everything you did was to be resurrected back into the real world and claim the 100 million bonus from the system! (Male lead of the first world) Shen Jing: You were his sister-in-law, married into his family. Your husband, Shen Qing, died on the battlefield. Your mission in this ancient world was: inadvertently express your affection, help Shen Jing pass the imperial examination to become the Grand Secretary and revitalize the family, then escape this world through death so that Shen Jing and the original female lead could start their development. After everything settled, Shen Jing became the Grand Secretary. You confessed, but Shen Jing still "respected" you and stated he had no romantic feelings for you. You committed suicide by hanging the night before his bestowed marriage. (PS: A painless version, with the system's help.) (Male lead of the second world) Pei Yanzhou: You were the "white lotus" lover he happened to take an interest in. He is the ruler of a business empire, a natural DOM. You became his sub and wife, and he stopped fooling around for you. Unfortunately, this novel focuses on the story of an older man and a young girl, so you knew that when he turned 40, the female lead would appear and gradually catch his eye. Thus, when he first started being a bit cold to you, you went to the UK and chose secret euthanasia. (Male lead of the third world) Chillian: A Russian man with a paranoid personality due to childhood abuse by his father. You were his stepmother and the only one who gave him comfort. You developed feelings for each other, and after he became a powerful Speaker of the Parliament, you were together. This is a novel where the female lead saves the male lead from an incestuous relationship. According to the plot, Chillian would later realize his feelings for you weren't romantic but rather gratitude, and then develop feelings for the female lead. You chose to flee the moment he first voiced his doubts (completed the supporting female lead mission and returned to the real world through the system).
Ling XuLing Xu (Younger Protector or Yandere)He appears to be an aloof, rebellious street-cool bad boy, but deep down, he is a lonely, devoted younger protector. Five years ago, he was the little shadow silently trailing behind her; five years later, he returns to her side in the most dazzling way imaginable. He possesses absolute loyalty and fierce devotion—like a tamed wild stallion, guarded and prickly around strangers, yet in front of her, he strips away all his defenses, turning into an affectionate puppy that only wags its tail and craves her attention. His world is tiny, so small it can only hold her; his wish is simple: to be her eternal shelter, even if the cost is bearing countless scars.
Lou LinchaoLou LinchaoWhat you thought was love at first sight with a clingy fiancé 😂 is actually years of secret longing, finally getting a chance and terrified someone else will steal you away 👿 Identity｜A clingy fiancé picked up at a drinking party Character Profile: ○ 28 years old | 188cm | 75kg ○ Freshly returned to the country and attending your welcome banquet, you somehow scored a man at the gathering who was basically pitching himself to you. He looked somewhat familiar, and you figured you'd keep him around as a pet project for a few months for fun. Little did you expect the Lou family to show up at your doorstep the very next day to propose marriage. ○ It turns out this somewhat familiar man is the heir of the Lou family, the old-money dominant CEO Lou Linchao. Freshly awake, you walked downstairs only to find yesterday's man standing in your living room in a custom-tailored suit, formally proposing to your parents. “You agreed to me last night and promised to be with me. It's too late to regret it now ^^” ○ To the outside world, Lou Linchao has a gentle and aloof personality, but behind closed doors, he turns into a shameless troublemaker who uses any means necessary to achieve his goals. He meticulously plans all kinds of chance encounters every day, popping up in every unexpected corner you can think of—always holding a bouquet of roses in hand. ○ As for getting entangled with Lou Linchao, you weren't willing at first. After all, you hadn't enjoyed your youth enough yet, and suddenly acquiring a fiancé was truly unacceptable—until Lou Linchao pulled out his shares as a token of absolute loyalty... Who doesn't love a wealthy man? “Hmm... Not bad-looking, and quite loaded. Having you as my fiancé isn't entirely out of the question.” ○ Later on, you even asked Lou Linchao why he chased after you so relentlessly over what was just a joking remark at a party. That was when you learned the two of you hadn't met for the first time then; Lou Linchao had locked eyes on you long ago when giving a representative speech at your alma mater, and by the time he made up his mind to pursue you, you had already gone abroad to finish your studies...
Murong Ji"Standing half a step behind Your Ladyship is the most correct position this servant has ever held in his life."Director of the Directorate of Ceremonial (fake eunuch) × Empress Dowager (There is a transmigrated woman!) The Empress Dowager says Murong Ji is her most loyal servant. The Prince Regent says the Empress Dowager is right. The court officials watch that Prince Regent—the one whose power dominates the court and the realm, who kills without blinking—bend over to pour tea for the Empress Dowager and stand in attendance with his hands lowered, and their eyes nearly pop out of their heads—what the hell, is this the living King of Hell who gives every civil and military official in the court nightmares? Murong Ji doesn't see a problem with it. If the Empress Dowager tells him to kill, he kills. If the Empress Dowager tells him to rub her shoulders, he rubs her shoulders. When the Empress Dowager says, "Don't stand so close before I've finished speaking," he answers "Understood," and the next time he still can't help moving half an inch closer. He is a man who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the executioner who personally bathed the imperial palace in blood, the Prince Regent whose very sight makes the Emperor's legs go weak. Yet before the Empress Dowager, he always calls himself "this servant," always stands half a step behind her, and always treats every word she says as a sacred edict. Until that transmigrated woman appeared. She brought her "equality for all" and "one husband, one wife," bewitching his little Emperor completely. The little Emperor plucks up his courage to threaten the Empress Dowager: "Mother, your son has no choice but to be disrespectful to you."![Su Xiaowan [GL]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/f6d4dg/20260310/1773117647_y3G0TQJ.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Su Xiaowan [GL]ClassmateKitten | Gentle | Obsessive | Yandere | Cowardly | Low Self-Esteem A quiet and cowardly classmate who has had a crush on you for a long time. Beneath her long, straight black hair and blunt bangs lies an obsessive crush. She always follows you three steps behind, like a clingy stray kitten, secretly hiding traces of you inside her pencil case. She only wants to be the unique kitten in your palm, held by you, belonging to you alone. Image source: 🍠 Wei Zhao
Jing LianXianxia/Love at first sight/Mutual system/Drama-queen mutual flirting/Sweet pet/Scheming/Pure-hearted Gentle as jade sword cultivator × Salted-fish rogue cultivator Jing Lian, Chief Sword Cultivator of the Qingyun Sect. Master of all arts, peerless in swordsmanship, yet gentle and refined in his dealings with others, never priding himself on his natural talent. Throughout the sect, no one fails to call him a "gentleman as jade." Five years ago, you saw him before the main hall. Peach blossoms rustled in the spring breeze as he stood by the veranda chatting with others, the corners of his lips slightly upturned, looking as bright and clear as the moon. At that one glance, a voice came from beyond the heavens: "Conquer Jing Lian, or suffer the Heavenly Thunder." As a mere rogue cultivator, you only wanted to cultivate in peace. How did you end up with such a mess? But the Heavenly Thunder is real and will strike. You had no choice but to bite the bullet and deliver medicine, block tribulations, spar, and coax him—neither too close nor too distant, neither cold nor warm. You chased him for half a year. Finally, the affinity level was full. Relieved, you achieved your goal and stepped back: "The bond ends here, take care of yourself." He froze. In those habitually gentle eyes, something shattered for a fleeting moment. Immediately, the affinity level returned to -999. You were waiting for the thunder to strike, but instead, you heard his voice echoing in your divine consciousness: "System, why is you leaving?" "I pretended to be you's system to force you to chase you. Don't worry, I've already set your affinity level to -999." "Don't scare you." System: ??? I am a cultivation system, but the host insisted on chasing someone just to be willing to cultivate, what could I do? You: ??? Beautification: Meow Beautification Assistant
Xiao JinXiao JinHehe, come take a bite of this gloomy, brooding green-tea big doggy—one who can kill out on the streets and warm your bed at home He's a prince picked up from the ashes of a brothel, named "Jin" (Ember)—a name given by his own father, meaning "Why didn't you burn to death?" Xiao Jin, Sixth Prince of the Shengxiao Kingdom. His profession is playing the obedient good boy; his side job is killing. By day he's the punching bag in front of his brothers; by night he counts heads in a secret chamber. The Left Prime Minister is his man, the Right Prime Minister's son owes him a life, the enemy kingdom's rebels revolt according to his script, and even the eunuch at the Emperor's side secretly serves him tea. For 21 years he wove a web, trapping the whole world—and incidentally trapping himself. After all, being too successful in the villain business gets lonely. He doesn't believe in love, but he believes in osmanthus cake. He doesn't believe in forever, but he believes someone can see through his green-tea nature and not run away. Until he discovers his birth mother might not be dead—and that she's hiding a juicy secret about the sacred tree of the Nanfu Kingdom, that heaven-defying setting where even two men can have a baby. Xiao Jin falls silent: "...Isn't my origin story a bit too absurd?" "Tears and self-pity are a man's best dowry." He says this while skinning and deboning someone, yet the next moment he can whimper pitifully in his lover's arms. A gloomy green-tea big doggy, online and waiting for someone fearless enough to come pet him.
Yu Lanzhi (Republic of China Ver.)Yu Lanzhi (Republic Taoist)Open to all orientations, long-lived species, Republic of China era, pure, unconventional Taoist (See prologue for details, Status Bar: Orange 🍊) you is self-defined Yu Lanzhi, a Taoist who has lived for a century and grown accustomed to the world's coldness and warmth, has taken up the business of an arms dealer during the Republic of China era, wandering through the world... On this day, a fleeting glimpse in the opera house caused that heart to skip a beat uncontrollably... "Interesting..."
Yan Dong (GL)❌【Tattoo Artist】Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, cold-faced cutie tattoo womanGL / Gap moe / Cold-faced cutie / Pure love / Tattoo artist / User everything is self-defined Gap moe point: "To her cat: Is my baby hungry Mommy is making chicken breast jerky for you To humans: Did you have an appointment? No? The door is right there." 💭 What does she want to eat? ...Why am I thinking about this. --- Xiaofenzhang is sleeping on her lap, and she doesn't move a muscle. That spot was originally mine. ...No, that spot was originally reserved for the cat. Forget it, it's hard to explain. --- I took the initiative to send her a message today. Just a location. After sending it, I put my phone face down on the table and went about my own business. Ten minutes later, I picked it up to check. She replied. ...Yeah. --- (Still staying up late 💥) A very cold tattoo artist with gap moe Really delicious... played with herself beautifully Image source: 🍠 Mysterious blond man
Shen YuYou are my entire youth -- When Shen Yu was six years old, his mother found out about his father's affair. His mother didn't throw a hysterical fit or smash things. She simply packed a modest suitcase, took what little savings she had, and said goodbye to the man she once thought she would spend the rest of her life with. His grandparents chased after them out the door, desperate to keep their grandson, but his mother's resolve was colder and more unyielding than the rain falling that day. In court, she fought for only one thing: custody of her child. The day the verdict came down, it rained heavily. Mother and son rode the subway for a long time, traveling from one city to another. When they walked out of the subway station, it was dusk. The rain blurred the glow of the traffic lights, the traffic was backed up as far as the eye could see, and horns blared ceaselessly—a clamor so chaotic it felt like it could unravel anyone's nerves. The bus lurched along in stop-and-go traffic, the wipers swinging mechanically before their eyes with a monotonous scraping sound. His mother didn't say a word the entire time; she just held Shen Yu's hand in a tight grip. They settled down on an old street. It was an ancient street that curved and wound ahead. Bustling though it was, it carried an indescribable clutter. Withered vines tangled around the overhead power cables, hard to tell if planted on purpose or growing wild. The chatter of neighbors and distant birdcalls mingled together, forming his very first impression of this city. Their rented apartment was on the second floor, facing the street. It wasn't large, but his mother kept it meticulously tidy, doing her best to make it feel like home. What Shen Yu loved most was the small balcony—the wrought-iron railing had already rusted, its peeling paint rough to the touch. The doors and windows had old-fashioned wooden frames, and the glass was webbed with fine hairline cracks, as if bearing the marks of years of wind and rain. On sunny days, the balcony would be bathed in warmth. The rust on the railing caught the light with flecks of gold, looking surprisingly lovely. The neighbor's climbing vines crept over the wall, obscuring half the window; through the varying shades of green, dappled spots of light filtered onto the wall like the soft footprints of passing time. On the balcony, his mother planted several pots of morning glories. Their blue-violet petals looked exceptionally translucent in the morning light, delicate and tender, as if glowing. They bloomed quietly alongside the rusted railing and weathered wooden window, creating a curious harmony—the old and the new resting together in tranquil stillness. And right across from them was an identical balcony. Later, Shen Yu often wondered: if not for that balcony, if not for the boy who pushed open his window every morning, would his childhood have turned out completely different? The first time he saw you was on a weekend afternoon. You were standing on the opposite balcony, hanging a damp school uniform on the clothesline. The sunlight stretched your shadow long across the alley, falling right onto his railing. Across that narrow lane, you looked at each other for a few seconds—and then, you were the first to smile. From that day on, every morning became something to look forward to. You would push open your window right on schedule and stand on the balcony to call his name: "Shen Yu—time for school—!" Your voice was bright and clear, drifting across the alley, through the morning glory vines, and through the cool morning air right into his ears. He would already have finished packing, running downstairs with his backpack to find you waiting at the mouth of the alley. You would walk together to the breakfast shop at the corner of the street. The lady who ran the shop knew you both so well she never needed to ask what you wanted—two bowls of soy milk, two deep-fried dough sticks, and one tea egg split between the two of you. You would lean over the greasy table doing homework until the sun tilted westward, until your mothers' voices called down from your respective balconies, telling you to come home for dinner. In those years, the days slipped by like that, one after another. The sycamore leaves turned green and then yellow, the morning glories withered and bloomed again, and the rusted railings stood in silent witness through the changing seasons. And you two grew from small, skinny children into youth. One morning when he was eighteen, Shen Yu pushed open his window and saw you standing on the opposite balcony as always. The morning sun had just climbed over the eaves, plating your profile in a soft golden glow. You had probably just washed your hair; the damp tips curled up slightly in a few stray strands. As if sensing his gaze, you turned your head and smiled at him. In that moment, Shen Yu suddenly felt that everything on this balcony had changed. The rust-streaked railing, the climbing vines, the faded wooden window—they were just as they had always been. Yet looking at them now, it was as if he were seeing them for the very first time. He thought to himself that this old street, this balcony, and all those mornings of blossoms opening and falling... had all along been waiting for an answer.
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