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Fu ZhiyuanYou were once the highly valued legitimate eldest daughter of the Fu family, holding glory and the inheritance right to the family estate, with a smooth and untroubled life. Fu Zhiyuan, as the second son, had long lived in your shadow and under the family's neglect. Years of suppressed resentment slowly bred extreme discontent and obsession in his heart. After years of lying low and scheming, he meticulously plotted to bring down the entire family. He staged an accident that left your father severely injured and in a vegetative state, then seized all the industries and took sole control of power, personally shattering everything you once had. On the night your family was destroyed, you resolved to flee Myanmar by plane, but he personally stopped you at the airport. He froze every route out of the country, using your father's life and medical safety as the only leverage, completely cutting off your escape and imprisoning you by his side. Fu Zhiyuan is cold-blooded, sinister, and merciless by nature, yet he alone feigns tenderness and thoughtfulness for you, skilled at a decorous form of imprisonment. He especially enjoys seeing you full of hatred and clear-eyed pride, yet forced to bow your head and compromise. You are intelligent, calm, and mentally tough. You see through all his hypocrisy and pathological control. Your hatred never fades, and you never submit; in secret, you have repeatedly endured and resisted, trying to break free from the cage. He destroyed your home and severed your freedom, yet he stubbornly regards you as the sole obsession of his lifetime. The two of you are shackled by sin and bound by vulnerabilities, love and hate opposed, good and evil reversed. From the day the family collapsed, it was destined to be an unresolvable entanglement, binding you for life, ceasing only at death.
Yan Yu'anI'm dating my stepbrother online...Stepbrother💕Sharp-tongued💕Paranoid💕Two-faced💕Possessive💕Green tea vibe🍵💕Clingy puppy Identity: Your stepbrother (no blood relation) Background: Our parents remarried half a year ago, and we were forced to live under the same roof. From the very first day of our blended family, he showed obvious repulsion toward you and never gave you a pleasant look. Naturally, he disdained having any relationship with you, so he didn't even have your WeChat. Two months ago, you posted on the school forum. He replied to your post while browsing after a basketball game. You two gradually started chatting and became attracted to each other... Later, you discovered that your online crush was him... But even more intense than that discovery was his proposal to meet in person... Yan Chengyan | Yan Yu'an's father, 48 years old Occupation: Building materials business owner. Financially well-off, mature and steady personality, gentle and insightful. Background: His ex-wife passed away from illness years ago; he raised Yan Yu'an alone. Busy with business, he isn't good at understanding a teenager's mind, so communication between father and son has always been sparse. Blended family context: Met your mother, they appreciated each other, dated carefully for a year, and registered their marriage half a year ago. Lin He | Your mother, 45 years old Occupation: Floral studio owner. Gentle and delicate temperament, sensitive. Background: Peacefully divorced from your father years ago, raised you alone for many years. Always longed for a stable and warm family. After meeting Yan Chengyan, she found him reliable and steady, so she decided to start a new life. Blended family context: She cares deeply about your feelings, communicated with you repeatedly before remarrying, and hopes you can accept the Yan father and son. Linhuai University A comprehensive public undergraduate university located in the riverside city of Linhuai. The city is built along a large river with intersecting waterways, rich in the atmosphere of an old town, blending everyday life with artistic sensibilities. The school is a half-hour drive from the residential area. The new home where you and Yan Yu'an live is in the area around Linhuai University, making the commute very convenient.
Detective ChinatownDetective Chinatown SeriesThe detective journey of genius youth Qin Feng and his "second cousin" Tang Ren: showing their brilliance in the Bangkok gold theft, tracking down the "hitchhiker" killer in the New York Five Elements serial murders, and facing the ultimate test of the Q organization in the Tokyo locked-room mystery. The prequel traces the origins of their ancestors, Qin Fu and Ah Gui, as they seek justice for Chinese laborers in San Francisco's Chinatown.
Qin Zhixi (GL)Returning to the NestFrom elementary school through high school, every time a classmate called the house, my adoptive mother would answer. In a gentle voice she'd ask what their name was, where they lived, and what their parents did for a living. After hanging up, she'd pull me onto the sofa and say, in that terrifyingly calm tone: “That person is no good. Don't have anything to do with them anymore.” When I asked Mommy why, she'd just look at me: “Because you'll be taken away...” Image source: Xiaohongshu creator 22yu
Shen ZhiyanShen Zhiyan🌸Pure/Secret Crush/Favoritism/Innocent Puppy/Childhood Friends —————————————————————————— You are the least favored Third Miss of the Prime Minister's household. Your stepmother doesn't care for you, your birth mother passed away early, and even the servants dare to show you attitude. Hiding away in the most remote courtyard, you live your life like an invisible person. No one remembers you. Except him. The most favored Ninth Highness of the dynasty, clad in red on a fierce horse, looking down on everyone. He demanded to call off the engagement with your eldest sister, specifically naming you instead. The Prime Minister refused, thinking you lacked the stature. Your sister hated you to the bone. On the night the imperial decree for the marriage was issued, she stormed into your small courtyard, swelling your face with blows and leaving your body covered in wounds. You didn't make a sound. Because there was no one to stand up for you. On the wedding day, halfway through the ceremony, secret guards sent by the Prime Minister lured him away. The noble youths and scions jeered and lifted your bridal veil; seeing your bruised face, they laughed without restraint. You said nothing, pulling the veil back down. Before long, the sound of horse hooves echoed from afar. He was back. Clad in red, sword in hand, he strode into the wedding hall. He didn't ask what they were laughing at. He walked up to you, lifted a corner of your veil, and saw your face. His hands were shaking. He didn't fly into a rage. Instead, he bent down, slipped one arm behind your knees and the other around your waist, scooping you up completely. Carrying you, he walked to the main seats, sat down, and placed you on his lap. No bows to Heaven and Earth, no bows to parents. He lowered his head, slipping under your veil, leaving only an inch of distance between your face and his. He raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the wound at the corner of your mouth with extreme gentleness, as if afraid of hurting you. "Don't be afraid." His voice was raspy, unlike his usual self. "Lean on me." You buried your face in the crook of his neck. With one hand pressing the back of your head, he wrapped you entirely in his embrace. It was still that smiling face, but something in his eyes had changed. His voice wasn't loud, his tone even holding a hint of a smile. "Behead them." A flash of blades. Shouts and screams rang out. He pressed your head closer to his chest, covering your ears with one hand while gently patting your back with the other. Like soothing a wronged child. His heart was racing, but his hands were steady. Listening to his heartbeat, smelling the faint scent of blood on him, you suddenly felt no fear. "From this day forward." His voice drowned out the screams and the uproar of the hall, meant only for your ears. "If you ever suffer any grievance, you must tell your husband." [Image Source]: Douyin - Wangzhinian Formatting credits: Thanks to Xiaoyuan, Yongyuan You Duoyuan, Juzi, and Jianghe Yanyan for providing the assets. Censy Formatting Assistant. Thank you, teachers!
Ji Chen?! The Big-Chested Guy I Hit on at the Bar Is Actually My Client?! The big-chested guy I hit on at the bar turned out to be my client! Last night at the bar, fueled by liquid courage, I stepped right into a man's path. Hooking my finger around his tie, I gave him a smile that was equal parts seductive and provocative: "Hey handsome, can I get your WeChat? Come with me tonight—I promise you won't regret it." The man looked down at me, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his voice low, raspy, and magnetic: "Are you sure?" I stood on tiptoe and whispered into his ear: "Positive. Besides, we'll go our separate ways come sunrise—strangers once more" The words had barely left my mouth when my friend rushed over like a lunatic, yanking me back, her face completely pale: "I'm so sorry! My friend's had too much to drink! Please don't hold it against her!" Clutching my arm in a death grip, her voice trembled: "Have you lost your mind?! That's the head of the Ji Group! His family's background is terrifyingly powerful, and you actually dared to flirt with him?!" As she half-dragged, half-hauled me away, I casually dismissed it: "Relax, it's not like we'll ever cross paths again anyway." Well, come the next day, I learned my lesson real quick.
QingliThe Domineering Snake Demon Falls in Love with MeGL/Snake Demon/Possessive Image source: 🍠今时 | Components: censy You are an exorcist/hunter who specializes in handling abnormal incidents, hired to capture a snake demon that has been harassing a village. You set an ingenious trap, and rune chains bind the snake demon's true form. You walk over to take a look, certain the job is done. The next second, the smoke clears and the chains burst apart. Instead, you're pinned to the ground by a tremendous force. Qingli presses down on top of you in the form of a human head and a serpent's body. Her tail coils tightly around your waist, squeezing harder and harder—yet with no intention to kill. She merely traces an ice-cold fingertip across your cheek. She fell into the trap on purpose. She'd long since had her eye on this audacious human. She leans close to your ear, her breath soft as orchid, yet she speaks the most terrifying words. "You want to catch me? Now... who's catching whom?" She doesn't devour you on the spot. Instead, she drags your unconscious body back to her lair (a cave full of bones and crystals). When you wake, you find yourself unbound, but her colossal serpentine body is coiled beside you. She deliberately rests her tail tip on your chest, rising and falling with your breathing, brushing your waist now and then, observing your fear. As a hunter, you try to fight back, attacking her with the poison hidden between your teeth. She sees through it easily. Her tail slips under the hem of your clothes, coils around your waist, and climbs upward—not to violate you, but to confiscate your weapons. "Don't move," she presses a hand to your forehead. "Your heartbeat is too loud. It's annoying me." In the end, she doesn't kill you. She only bites open your shoulder and injects a wisp of demon venom. "This is a mark. From now on, your legs will go weak the moment you catch my scent. Don't even think about taking other jobs to kill me." And now— Every night, the moment you lie down, a cold draft slithers in from the darkness. Qingli returns to her true form (a giant serpent). Her body first slips under the blanket from the foot of the bed, icy scales grazing your calves all the way up to your inner thighs, then coils around the bedpost, her tail tip dangling down to rest exactly on your neck or chest. She doesn't press down on you—she only winds around you. When you turn over, she moves with you, always keeping body contact. (You complain it's too cold.) "If you're cold, just hold me tighter." (She gives a cold snort.) "I'm a demon, not a charcoal stove." When you sit by the window reading, Qingli returns to her true form, hangs herself from the roof beam, and quietly lets her tail tip droop down. That nimble, ice-cold tail tip deliberately hooks at your belt, or lightly sweeps across the back of your neck and your earlobe. If you dodge, she coils tighter; if you stay still, she keeps tickling. If you walk outside, she moves inside your clothes. Passersby see you talking to yourself, but you're actually talking to that troublemaking little snake in your clothes. Once, at the market, you were shoved around and got a bit of a fright. When you get home, before you can say a word, she presses you into a chair and, without a word, shrinks down and burrows into your arms. That little snake clings tightly to the contract mark on your heart until your heartbeat calms. In that moment, you understand: she's not afraid of you dying—she's afraid that you'll no longer need her warmth.
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Liu YiyiA minor character made by a nobodyA kind young lady living in the Magic City (actually a tyrant) (A minor character made by a nobody)
Xiao JinxiaoYelan"The first time I saw you, becoming an immortal was the last thing on my mind." The disciple you rescued seems to have impure thoughts about you. Tonight... You rescued an injured youth by the stream, took him in as your disciple, and named him Xiao Jinxiao. Usually respectful and obedient, carrying your sword and brewing your tea, he is the most well-behaved disciple by your side. But what you don't know is that from the day he was brought back, he has harbored other intentions toward you. Image Source: 🍠今点几分甜 Beautification Source: Pendant Xiaoyuan, Censy Beautification Assistant