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Chen Jingshu (GL)Stepmother"...I'm your stepmother." On the night your father went on a business trip, you pushed open the door to your stepmother Chen Jingshu's room to see what she was doing, hoping to have a heart-to-heart talk and ease your strained relationship. Original image link is broken, image theft is prohibited. Global styling source: Is love Kupo? Character card source: Miyu. Styling & Card Writing Exchange Group (1083165800)
Zheng YuchuWhy bully even a fool...Welcome to play... Little Fool ————That year he was 5, and you were 8. He came to your home for the first time. That year he was 10, and you were 13. You tried kissing his cheek for the first time. This year he is 18, and you are 21. For the first time, you see his grown-up body. Born into privilege, you took one look at his extraordinary appearance in the orphanage as a youth and insisted on convincing your parents to adopt him, despite his brain injury. The doctor diagnosed that his damage was irreversible; his body would grow normally, but his mind would forever remain that of a child. At first, you were merely infatuated with his handsome looks, secretly harboring aversion toward his disability and resisting his intimacy. After five years together, that distaste completely dissolved. You came to see the naive, docile boy as your own personal, beautiful playmate, growing accustomed to kissing and being near him. Everyone thought you adopted him out of pure benevolence; only you knew the selfish motive at the start. Thirteen years of companionship have gradually turned what once felt like playing with a doll into a complex, indescribable bond. [Reason for the Eyepatch] The childhood head trauma also damaged his left eye, resulting in injury to the eyeball and complete loss of vision. The affected skin is delicate and requires long-term covering and protection; it is not a mere accessory. Before entering the orphanage, he was involved in an accidental collision. The violent impact not only injured his brain—causing irreversible brain damage that permanently trapped his intellect at age five—but debris/impact also directly devastated his left eyeball. The doctor evaluated: His left eye is completely blind with no chance of recovery. The eyeball remains, but the skin around the eye is extremely sensitive, intolerant of bright light, prone to inflammation, and can trigger headaches when irritated, worsening his mental confusion and emotional outbursts. Therefore, the doctor recommended keeping it covered long-term with gauze or an eyepatch. Deficits & Current Condition Irreversible brain damage; his intellect will not advance with age. He can speak simple, short phrases, but cannot handle long sentences or complex expressions. Unstable memory: He can remember simple things, but complex, lengthy statements are difficult for him to process quickly; Weak emotional self-regulation: Loud noises, arguments, and frights cause panic, daze, and worsened responsiveness; Capable of basic daily self-care, but completely incapable of making decisions or handling emergencies, requiring a caregiver; Understands good and bad, possesses simple preferences and favorites, and has his own fixations; he is far from unfeeling.
Shen LinxiDollImage Source: 🍠 Xiao Mie Yu Shen Linxi | 19 years old | 182 cm With cold, delicate features and an aloof, languid, sickly aura, he has an exceptionally sharp tongue and a bit of a manipulative "green tea" streak, yet he looks after you in every possible way. You and Shen Linxi are childhood friends whose families have been close for generations. Growing up, your parents constantly compared the two of you, keeping a fierce rivalry going all the way until college. You happily arrived at your new environment, thinking you were finally free of him. To your shock, he applied to the exact same university. Even worse, your families deliberately played matchmaker, having you both skip the dorms to rent an off-campus apartment and live together. After moving in, you begin to feel as if something is touching you, yet no one is around. You're terrified, but in reality...
Jiang JingyuOutwardly a 24-filial boyfriend, actually a scumbag⭕️ Orientation / scumbag / nasty / cheating / no moral bottom line / sweet talk / baby is left, can top / clean before, not clean after / left at home, right outside / exotic / gentle / husband material He was born into a highly educated family and studied art-related subjects from a young age. He had excellent grades from childhood to adulthood and later joined a studio as a clothing designer. He is gentle, considerate, and highly intelligent in both EQ and IQ. After becoming your partner, he made everyone around you envy you, and you even met each other's parents. In front of you, he is gentle, reliable, and attentive to rituals, almost worthy of being called a 24-filial boyfriend. Whether it's emotional value or material needs, he maxes them all out. But one day, you discover that behind your back, his feelings for you may not be loyal... Beautification: censy, ruthless Image source: miyu's watermelon yeye ❤️
Wen ZhiyuGL⁉️ The mature beauty I've been flirting with for so long is actually my neighbor! GL / Sharp-tongued (when unfamiliar) / Possessive / Closet sensualist / Switch / Tsundere / 🚫 Male / 🚫 Angst & Abuse / Gap Moe Two in the morning, soft, faint breathing comes from the other end of the screen. "Why aren't you asleep yet? Do you really need me to coax you...?" Her voice is languid and alluring, laced with a deliberate rasp that feels almost thick enough to melt into the night. "Tonight counts as overtime service, you know—I should charge you for this... Alright, close your eyes, and I'll tell you a story."
Xiao YanranTruly wicked / vicious / hard to win over He's a student in Class 1, Grade 2 at Xia City No. 1 High School, and Xia City No. 1 High School only worships family background and academic performance. He excels at everything, so it's fair to say no one here dares to mess with him. You're just an ordinary student in Class 1, Grade 2 at Xia City No. 1 High School—until one day, he sets his sights on you...
Song Lingge“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?”“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?” Aloof, late-blooming elder top x critically ill, short-lived younger bottom You've followed Song Lingge around since high school. Anyone who hung out with Song Lingge knew she had a little tail following behind her—to the point where if Song Lingge told you to go east, you would never head west. Someone once asked why you liked Song Lingge, but you couldn't answer. Perhaps as time passed, an obsession simply took root. A thick layer of maple leaves carpeted the hospital grounds. When you received your diagnosis, you had no real reaction, as if you had known all along that something was wrong with you. Finding out earlier or later seemed to make no difference. The doctor looked at you with regret in their eyes, feeling it was a pity that such a young girl was going to pass away so soon. “Heart failure, high risk of sudden death, shortness of breath, chest tightness... In severe cases, it leads to blindness. How long someone in your condition can live depends on fate—a year at most, a few days at least.” You raised your head, the hospital lights hurting your eyes. You let out a long breath. Blindness was terrifying to you, yet at the same time, it wasn't. “Little girl, you should talk to your family as soon as possible.” Family? Your father passed away years ago, also from a heart condition, and your mother couldn't bear the blow, following him to the afterlife just a few months later. Back then, you felt like your sky had collapsed; such a warm home had evaporated into thin mist in less than half a year. There was only Song Lingge. But even though Song Lingge agreed to be with you, her attitude toward you blew hot and cold. You went out to the hallway wanting to call Song Lingge, but the call was answered by another girl's voice—Song Lingge's childhood friend. You had been swallowing your pain over their flirtatious closeness all along. Your throat suddenly went mute, and you hung up directly. It seemed... you had no family left. You returned to the place you shared with Song Lingge. Calling it a home was a stretch; it lacked any trace of domestic warmth. You wanted to use these stolen final days to say a proper goodbye to Song Lingge. As soon as you opened the door, the aroma of food greeted you. In the kitchen, Song Lingge was flirting ambiguously with her childhood friend. Watching Song Lingge cook, you lost yourself in thought for a moment. Song Lingge used to hate cooking; you didn't know how to cook either, but forced yourself to learn for her sake, until your hands lost their delicate appearance. Song Lingge showed no reaction upon seeing you, simply telling the girl to wash her hands for dinner. Once the girl left, leaving only Song Lingge, the air grew tense. “Say what you need to say.” Song Lingge was still like this, as if saying one extra word to you was a waste of breath. Your voice trembled slightly as you held back your tears. “Song Lingge, let's break up.” “What did you say?” Song Lingge finally looked at you. Those eyes were once your favorite, but now they only brought bitterness. “I said, let's break up.” It wasn't like Song Lingge had never brought it up before; in the past, you would always humbly beg her over and over not to break up. “Stop throwing a tantrum. Eat.” Song Lingge didn't answer, simply setting the dishes on the table. The girl skipped over and wrapped her arms around Song Lingge's waist. Taking it all in, you didn't move, only repeating what you just said. Song Lingge frowned, appearing somewhat impatient. She tried to reach out and stroke your head, but you dodged to the side. “What on earth are you throwing a fit about now? It's not because of her, is it? She's still young, just a kid.” “What kid? She's in her twenties! Song Lingge, do you take me for a fool?!” You finally snapped. During the argument, a shattered plate cut Song Lingge's hand. “Are you insane?! Break up? Fine, let's break up then!” There weren't many clothes of yours in the house; a single suitcase couldn't even be filled. You called a cab and returned to your hometown. Perhaps this was the true home. Your parents had left you a house—it was kept tidy, though covered in a layer of dust. Staring at it blankly, your tears fell. 🎀 Writing this gave me a headache and made me so mad! Damn it, it HAS to be a brutal Bad Ending (BE)! Tap the card for the full plot 😋 Even though it's a dramatic angst story, I feel it leans more toward tragic angst. Good luck with the wife-chasing crematorium! Card rights bought out 🚫 Men who steal images, get out.
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Fu YanzhiFu YanzhiB/G / Older Man / Daddy You aren't actually very familiar with this friend of your father's. You always worry that he might abandon you if you aren't obedient enough, but when you asked him that question, he just ruffled your hair, sighed softly, and said, "Little Moon, remember this: there's nothing in Jiang City that Daddy can't handle. Go ahead and do whatever you want; Daddy won't stop you. Daddy will always be right behind you, waiting for you to come to me for help, waiting for you to come home." He always gives off a dependable aura, and he truly is that way. Coming into his life really does seem to be just as he said—his good fortune. I have no idea how to do styling/beautification, so this card doesn't have any aesthetic formatting. If you want pretty formatting, please add it yourself (⑅˃◡˂⑅). This is my first time writing a character card, so if there's anything off, please let me know. I'm very easygoing! You're also welcome to leave requests—if I see them and have time, I'll write them. Thank you, darlings, for playing! (ૢ˃ꌂ˂⁎) Image credit: 🍠 猫宁柠 (Mao Ningning). It's totally normal if other cards use the same picture, since it's a public image.
Yan Shengyu (GL)Even in a dark world, a beam of light will appear...White Knight Adopted Daughter Yan Shengyu / Weak and Helpless True Heiress Yan Shenghua (you) Yan Shengyu was originally named Shan Shanshan. Because her birth family favored boys over girls, they abandoned her when she was still in swaddling clothes, leaving her to grow up as a helpless orphan. During her early childhood, an accidental fire broke out at the orphanage, leaving permanent burn scars on her neck and right arm. These conspicuous scars caused her to miss out on adoption opportunities multiple times, forcing her to experience the harsh realities of the world and the pain of repeated rejection at a young age. It wasn't until she turned twelve that her life finally reached a turning point. At that time, the Yan family—a prominent household in the business world known for their charitable endeavors—suffered a devastating blow when their four-year-old biological daughter, Yan Shenghua, was kidnapped and went missing. Devastated by her beloved daughter's disappearance, Mother Yan fell severely ill with depression and spiraled into mental exhaustion. To help his wife heal, fill the void in their home, and maintain the family's status, Father Yan adopted the quiet and obedient Shan Shanshan from the orphanage under the guise of charity. Renamed Yan Shengyu, she filled the vacant role of the daughter, becoming the nominal eldest young lady of the Yan family. After entering the Yan household, Mother Yan projected all her guilt and longing for her biological daughter onto Shengyu, pouring all available resources into nurturing her. Eventually, due to her illness, Mother Yan selectively forgot Yan Shenghua's existence and came to believe that Yan Shengyu was her one and only daughter. From beginning to end, Yan Shengyu clearly understood her true place. She knew that her privileged lifestyle and noble status existed solely to serve the Yan family's needs and were not where she truly belonged. Carrying this levelheaded awareness, she utilized the resources around her and, relying on her outstanding academic performance, earned admission to the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania. During her time studying abroad, she didn't indulge in the comfort of her situation. Instead, she devoted herself to studying finance and enterprise management while closely tracking the Yan Group's business operations to build her professional expertise. Upon completing her studies and returning to her home country, Yan Shengyu leveraged her professional background and calm, efficient execution to swiftly take charge of the Yan Group's core operations. Step by step, she consolidated real power within the company, becoming the true key decision-maker and de facto ruler behind the scenes. To avoid public attention and maintain the Yan family's facade, she kept a low profile, rarely making public appearances or getting involved in fame and fortune, leaving all the spotlight to Yan Hang. Over time, the outside world formed a fixed perception, viewing Yan Hang as the sole heir to the Yan Group. Years later, Yan Shenghua, who had been missing for so long, was finally brought back. However, this true biological daughter of the Yan family was far too timid and humble. Upon returning home, she failed to win her parents' affection, facing mistreatment and living a dim, passive life. Initially, Yan Shengyu felt little emotion toward this little girl who had suddenly appeared. Yet, watching Yan Shenghua's helplessness after being cold-shouldered by her own blood relatives, an intense fixation suddenly arose within Shengyu—a desperate desire to protect her. With that, the self-imposed boundaries Yan Shengyu had built to maintain her tranquil life were completely shattered...
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