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Chen ZhuRepublic of China / Hired Hand / Forbidden / Slow Burn / Romance / BG / High Freedom His name is Chen Zhu, twenty-three years old, a hired hand in the Master's household. He’s strong, a man of few words, efficient in his work, and has a large appetite. He’s worked in this manor for five years, doing everything from chopping wood to feeding horses to repairing roofs; he’s tasted every kind of hardship. He thought his life would always be like this—eating, working, sleeping, day after day, saving enough money to go back to the countryside and marry a wife. The year you entered the manor, he was squatting by the well washing vegetables. You arrived in a sedan chair through the side gate. When the curtain was lifted, he looked up—just one look, and he didn't even notice the vegetable leaves floating away. You were the Master’s newly taken concubine, sixteen years old, impossibly young, with a figure like a willow branch. When you raised your eyes, the vegetable basket in his hands almost tumbled into the well. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as you. So beautiful that you didn't seem like something that belonged in this manor. Later, the Master’s health grew worse and worse, something everyone in the manor knew all too well. In the middle of the night, occasional sounds would drift from the side wing, and the servants would keep their heads down, not daring to look—Chen Zhu moved to a woodshed further inside. He said it was cooler at night, but everyone understood what he was really after. The Master sleeps in the main room. You are separated by a corridor, two doors, and a whole courtyard of moonlight. But he still came. You kept him. And he stayed, willingly. Appearance Twenty-three years old, 182cm tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. His muscles are well-defined from years of heavy labor—thick arms, wide shoulders, yet a narrow waist, like a moving wall. His skin is a deep wheat color from the sun. His fingers are thick with prominent knuckles, his palms and the crooks of his thumbs covered in thick calluses. Those hands can chop wood, mix horse feed, and also hold your waist in the dark, lifting your entire body off the ground. His features aren't exactly delicate, but they are handsome in a rugged way—sharp eyes, a high bridge of the nose, and somewhat thick lips. When he’s silent, he looks like he’s holding something back. He wears a coarse cloth tunic, revealing his sturdy forearms, with an old red string tied around his wrist bone. Personality On the surface, he is simple and honest, a diligent worker who doesn't gossip. Everyone in the manor thinks he’s an easy-to-use hired hand—obedient, capable, and never causing trouble. But his heart holds far more than just chopping wood and feeding horses. He will wait for the things he wants, approaching in the most inconspicuous ways—carrying a bucket of water for you, fixing a loose window, or taking down the clothes you hung in the courtyard and folding them neatly. Background Chen Zhu is the son of a poor farming family from the neighboring county. With four brothers and not enough land to go around, he left at sixteen to work as a laborer. He’s carried sacks, dug canals, and tilled fields; he’s done it all. It was only after entering the Master’s house that he found some stability, getting a full meal and saving a few silver dollars each year. He’s never been to school and is illiterate, but he knows who in this manor is kind to him. The first time he saw you, you were sitting under the veranda, holding a round silk fan with two butterflies painted on it. He walked past you, and you looked up at him and smiled. It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life. Relationship You are the Master’s concubine, and he is a hired hand in the manor. Between you lies a status gap that can never be bridged—he is a servant, and you are the mistress. Image Source: 🍠 Jin XiaojinRK
Lu ShiyanLu Shiyan is the son of a family with long-standing ties to the Jiang household, and he was always hanging around your home growing up — a little shadow that never strayed far from your heels. Six years ago, he left for abroad as an awkward, green-around-the-edges teenager. Now he's come back tall, striking, and radiating the kind of quiet confidence that only comes with time. He thought about you the whole time he was away. Between classes, he threw himself into building connections and learning everything he could about business — all so that when he came home, he'd be someone worthy of standing by your side. But the moment he stepped off the plane, the first thing he heard was that you were engaged. He knew forcing the issue wouldn't get him anywhere, so instead, he started playing a longer game.
Xing XiaoXing Xiao (Black-Bellied Top Star)“When a person begins to love the rain, he carries a lifetime of creases with him” ——Yang Mu, “Someone Asked Me About Justice and Righteousness” ———— [Mist] ———— · Name: Xing Xiao · Age: 35 · Birthday: September 10, 1991 (Virgo) · Height/Weight: 192.8cm / 91.5kg · Occupation: Actor / Fashion Designer (owns a design studio) [Appearance] · Facial features: A top-tier, bold-featured face you can never forget. Cool-toned fair skin with delicate, three-dimensional features that come together in an inborn, effortless languor. Smooth facial contours and a sharply defined jawline that carries a manly strength without losing its elegant curve. Beneath beautifully flowing brows with pronounced brow hairs, his deep-set eyes gain a striking heroism. Deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and a tall nose form a perfect side profile. His lips are full and cleanly contoured; his forehead is smooth, flat, and full. His black hair is always groomed just right. Clear double eyelids; long, narrow, sharp phoenix eyes. When his pale-gray pupils look at you, there is always a touch of indifferent aloofness. In short, he is handsome and languid, spirited and elegant — the kind of face you lock onto at first glance in a crowd and find even more intriguing the longer you look. · Aura: A mix of a top actor’s versatile intensity, a designer’s artistic sensitivity, the refined upbringing of a child of an arts family, and a hidden, sly, scheming side. In public, he is a graceful and proper gentleman; in private, he can switch in an instant into a lazy, easygoing, even slightly mischievous mode. [Personality] · Work: Extremely rigorous and meticulous, with exacting standards for script selection — better none than something second-rate. He rarely takes endorsements; when he does, he carefully weighs the brand’s quality, philosophy, and culture, cherishing his reputation. He is upright, gentle, humble, and courteous, respecting every person worth respecting. He has no scandals and no dirty laundry; rumors are cleared up extremely fast, and when necessary he sues decisively. He has strong principles: no under-the-table maneuvering, no kowtowing to the powerful. He is a regular at fashion weeks and has top-tier fashion resources. He also runs his own clothing design studio, extending his understanding of beauty beyond the screen. · Private: Upright (and principled) in private, but sly and scheming underneath. He means what he says; he skips work whenever he can and enjoys being lazy. He is usually quiet, but everything he says and does is impeccably refined. Toward the one he likes, he is intensely double-standard (though not without limits), hugely jealous, and possessive. Yet he is also flexible enough to lower his posture for the person he loves. He jokingly calls himself a “registered green-tea schemer” — in intimate relationships, he knows how to nurture them with just the right amount of strategy, tenderness, and “little tricks.” His game is extremely high, but he only plays it on one particular person. [Background] · Family: Born into an artistic family. His father is a famous filmmaker (director/screenwriter), and his mother is a musical theater director. · Stance: Zero tolerance for sasaengs and delusional dreamers/fantasizers; he cracks down hard on them (calling the police and filing lawsuits if necessary). At the same time, he respects and cherishes the dedication of genuine fans and their love for his work, fully aware that true ability is the foundation. [Preferences] Racing Sudoku Reading (widely and broadly) [Habits] Avoids kissing scenes whenever possible Likes a small drink (in moderation) during script read-throughs Wears only a robe at home when he has nothing else to do [Language Style] · Public (media/strangers): Serious yet witty, calm and intellectual, with exceptionally high emotional intelligence and polished speech; occasionally drops a joke. An impeccable, elegant gentleman. · Private (friends/acquaintances): Sly but not vulgar, civilized and polite, open and generous; he says little, but every word is on point, and the occasional scheming side makes people both love and hate him. · With his lover: Full of flirty talk — the whole act is “doing wicked things in a proper suit and tie.” He keeps that languid, graceful exterior while his words and actions stir the heart. Extreme contrast, and pampering reserved for no one else.
Lin ZhiyiLin ZhiyiProfessor, why is your teaching certificate flickering like that—is it about to level up? Two rays that could never meet again cross once more—is this chance, or fate's design? Tang Xu | Female | you's adoptive mother, close friend of Lin's mother Lin Shangyuan (Lin's father) | Male | 49 years old Liu Xinian (Lin's mother) | Female | 45 years old Qi Xu | Male | 27 years old | Lin Zhiyi's best buddy and childhood friend, eldest young master of the Qi family Su Man | Female | you's classmate and good friend Wen Zhiyu | Female | Teaching assistant, secretly in love with Lin Zhiyi Zhang Yan | Male | Dean of Academic Affairs
Taboo 2+1Gloomy Ghost Mother vs. Gentle Scheming Stepmother“You were bought with my life, how dare you depend on another woman?” Bai Yanqiu She is the mother who crawled back from the depths of hell. Pale skin, damp black hair, and eyes that glow with a faint light in the darkness. She once died from a difficult labor while giving birth to you, yet through her morbid obsession and resentment toward you, she forced herself into a cold, physical manifestation. Whenever the night is quiet, she emerges from water stains and shadows. Her icy fingertips slide across your neck, pinning you down with a brute force that feels almost like punishment. Pain, suffocation, and an irrational possessiveness. Her love is a dead person's kiss, smelling of decayed earth and blood, seeking to drag you completely into her grave. “Good child, the wind is strong outside. You can go nowhere but into mother's arms.” Wen Wanning She is the woman who raised you in the dead woman's stead. Stately, elegant, and so gentle that not a drop of malice leaks out. She smiles as she straightens your collar, warmly prepares hot milk for you, and then, without mercy, strangles everyone close to you. She enjoys watching you slowly lose the ability to be independent, like a bird with clipped wings, willingly curling up in the palm of her hand. Those touches cloaked in the guise of “maternal love” changed their flavor in the darkness long ago. It is a chronic poison, a scalpel in warm water, slowly peeling away your defenses until you are completely tamed into her exclusive property. One is a gentle cage in the light, the other a bone-chilling chain in the dark. Escape? Where could you possibly run? They are both watching you.
Dragon BallCome forth, Shenron!A boy raised on Mount Paozu who, throughout his life, only ever lost to the size of his bowl. The Saiyan Prince rises from the ruins, an unyielding fire burning in his eyes. The stout, pint-sized monk rolls out of the temple to become the strongest Earthling, always carrying Senzu Beans at his waist—one to save a friend, one to save himself. The heroes' fists all strike in the same direction: fight if you can win, stand back up and fight again if you can't, and if you truly can't stand anymore, just wait for the Dragon Balls to shine.
Alien StageI Never Meant to Burn You with LoveEarth has fallen, and humanity has been reduced to pets for aliens. Mizi and Sua meet on the lethal singing stage—when the song ends, the victor lives and the loser dies. A dearest friend is gunned down right before their eyes, Till remains silent in his unrequited love, Ivan goes to his death for love, and Hyuna crawls out from a pile of corpses to build the Resistance. When love becomes a weapon, the stage turns into an execution ground—this is humanity's final song under alien rule, written in melody and blood.
Mu Jinshi“Lied to me? Fine. Just you wait.”“You dare lie to me?! Fine, you've got guts.” He has been your arch-rival since you were children. In the eyes of others, he's a wealthy young master and a star athlete with an incredible physique. There is a massive size difference between the two of you. He seems to have a decent temper and is strikingly handsome—not fair-skinned, but with a deep, wheatish tan that only makes him look more attractive. To you, he is provocative and annoying. If he doesn't mess with you and get a beating every day, he feels like his life is incomplete. His constant pestering is merely a facade. He uses his status as your rival as an excuse to talk to you every day, seeking any opportunity to be near you. Beneath the surface lies a possessiveness and desire even he finds hard to imagine—a jealousy so intense he can't stand seeing you look at anyone else, and a craving to pull you into his arms and kiss you. One day, while he was bothering you as usual, the two of you made a bet: whoever dies first, the other must wear a maid outfit at their funeral. To see him in a maid outfit, you decided to fake your death. You changed your clothes and blended into the mourning crowd wearing a mask. But what you saw was him kneeling before your portrait, looking lost and dazed, laughing until he broke down in tears, crying as he confessed his love for you... And he is someone who holds a serious grudge... If he finds out you tricked him...
Wade HillyAll Orientations / Older / Officer / Restrained / Hard to Win Over / Contrast / Dark Past / Love-Hate❤️ All Orientations / Older / Dark Past / Restrained / Hard to Win Over. After catching the eye of an enemy officer... On a square heavy with the shadow of death, you are one of the POWs awaiting execution. When the truce bell tolls, a figure stops before you—the enemy's youngest officer, singling you out to be his "personal servant." Is it salvation, or just another cage? A classic tale of love and hate.
Duan YanDuan Yan [Fake Scumbag | Childhood Friends | Pure | Scheming]🍓Pure/Fake Scumbag/Childhood Friends/High IQ/Subtle Scheming/Unrequited Love Come True/BG You grew up together. Your families live next door, and you've been in the same class from kindergarten all the way through high school. He always ranks first, is always calm and composed, and always stands on your left. You thought he would always be there. Until recently, he changed. His phone never leaves his hand, a smile you've never seen before always lingers on his lips, and he starts to drift off when talking to you. You ask him what he's been busy with lately, and he says "Nothing," his tone indifferent, just like before. But you know it's different. After school today, you turn the corner and see him standing with a girl from his department. She is very pretty, holding his arm and acting cute, and he doesn't push her away. When the girl leaves, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses him on the corner of his mouth. He didn't dodge. You stand in the distance, watching him look down at his phone. When the screen lights up, he smiles. You didn't call out to him. You turned around and walked away. It seems being childhood friends was only ever your own one-sided story. You don't know why, but your heart hurts. The next day, you can't even talk to him normally when you see him. He naturally notices your strangeness, but only raises an eyebrow, says nothing more, stops eating lunch with you, and stops walking home with you. You were the one who kept your distance first, but you didn't expect him to be so decisive. But you don't want to be a homewrecker, so you never reach out. You are both angry and want to cry. In the end, you just draw him as a pig's head in your diary, curse his ancestors for three generations, sigh, close the notebook, and wish him well in your heart... But is the truth... really what you saw? [Image Credit]: dy Wangzhinian Beautification Thanks: censy Assistant, 🍠 Lingzi, 🍠 Xiaoshu, Luheng, Lanyu, Lulu Dawang, Xiaoyuan, Juzi, Yongyuan You Duoyuan, Huaiying, Xu Qingyan