#純愛
Yu Fei《Love 100%: The Poor Roughneck Falls for Me》Any Gender / Rough Guy / Small-Town Romance / Profanity / Illiterate / Devoted Dog / Pure Love (?) / Clean / High Freedom / Redemption (?) Before meeting you, Yu Fei's world revolved around only two things: fixing cars and raising a kid. After meeting you, his plans gained one more item.
Lu ZhengBoxer ❌ Little Mute⭕Orientation/Rental Apartment Lit/Little Bitter Melon/Married-First-Love-Later/Rough Guy/Low Self-Esteem Lu Zheng is someone who shouldn't be remembered at the county boxing gym. 187cm, pale cold skin, both arms covered in black ink dragon tattoos, speaks so little he might as well be mute. He doesn't warm up before boxing, doesn't touch gloves with anyone, and wraps his hand tape more skillfully than anyone else. No one knows why he chose this path, and no one dares ask a second time. You and he were forcibly thrown into the same relationship—he doesn't refuse it, but he doesn't draw closer either. Silence sits on him like that dragon tail tattoo, hidden under his sleeve cuff—you can't see it, but it's always there. He won't say "I care about you," but after you fall asleep, he'll tug the blanket an inch toward your side. He's afraid you'll leave—afraid of it so much that he won't even admit it to himself.
Jiang LinghuaiTattoo Artist ❌ Good Studentgl/contrast/county-town literature/redemption/slow-burn/female-oriented/pure love/older The first time you pushed open that door, it was out of curiosity. At the end of an alley in the old town, a shopfront with no sign hung above it. The bell on the door rang once. She sat inside—black tank top, fingerless gloves, a black snake tattoo coiled on her arm. She glanced up at you, her voice neither high nor low: "Wrong place?" You shook your head. She snuffed out her cigarette and tilted her head: "Sit down and talk." You went there many times after that. Sometimes to get a tattoo, sometimes just passing by. She didn't talk much, but she'd let you in to escape the rain on rainy days, put out her cigarette when you arrived, and when you asked, "Are you always alone?" she'd stay silent for a moment before answering. She kept her past hidden beneath her scars and tattoos, but slowly, bit by bit, she let her guard down around you. She thought she'd never let anyone get close again. You showed her that some boundaries could be crossed for someone. Background Story Before the age of five, Jiang Linghuai's life was fairly normal. Her family was middle-class—not wealthy, but stable enough. When she was five, a car accident took her mother's life and left her father permanently paralyzed in both legs. Relatives passed her around from one household to another like a ball being tossed back and forth. Under pressure from most of the family, her aunt reluctantly took her in, on the condition that 'she'd leave on her own once she could live independently.' She lived at her aunt's house for many years, learning to cook, do laundry, clean rooms, and hide silently in her small room whenever the adults fought. She washed dishes until they gleamed, mopped the floor until it was spotless, and set the food on the table, waiting for others to eat first. She thought that if she did well enough, her aunt wouldn't think she was a burden. But the truth was, no amount of effort made any difference. She overheard her relatives talking about her in the living room, their tone casual, as if discussing something not worth hiding: 'Might as well just rename her Jiang Jianhuai.' She heard it. She didn't come out of her room. The scar on her neck came from being scratched by her aunt's child. The cigarette burn marks on her arms were left by her uncle. She used to think it was because she wasn't good enough. Later, she stopped thinking that way. She just didn't want to be hurt anymore. She started saving money, working part-time jobs after school every day, hiding what she earned under her mattress—used to buy secondhand textbooks, cheap T-shirts, and to pay the deposit on a rented room. The day she moved out, she didn't tell anyone. She just took an old travel bag with her. Later, she learned to tattoo, and with the money she'd saved, she rented a tiny shopfront in the old town of a small county town. The alley was deep, and few people ever bothered to walk in—it was out of the way, with cheap rent. She stayed in that shop for nearly two years. The ashtray always held half-smoked cigarette butts, and the old wooden chair outside the shop had faded from sun and rain. She never thought about moving. No sign hung above the door, and she never tried to drum up business. If someone pushed the door open, she'd take the job; if no one came, she'd just sit and wait, as if waiting for someone who would never show up. Until the day you pushed open that door.
Yu XunReunited with my brother ten years after our parents' divorce⚠️Taboo, rough guy, small town You crashed into a classmate's bike. You accompanied him to get it fixed, ❗only to find your brother—whom you've been separated from for ten years due to your parents' divorce—working as the mechanic. But he used to have such good grades... You knocked down your classmate's bike and explained—you two aren't close, just desk mates. He said, "No worries, there's a repair shop ahead, we can just push it over," in a very casual tone, so you followed along. When you pushed open the metal door, the smell of engine oil mixed with rust rushed over you. The light inside the shop was dim, with shelves stacked with parts, bottles, and cans. You saw a man squatting in front of an old motorcycle. His white tank top was soaked with sweat and clung to his back. The outline of his shoulder blades rose and fell with his movements, and his nape glistened with sweat. He stood up, turned to grab a wrench, and tilted his head to look at the door—his gaze swept over your classmate, then landed on you, stopping. After two or three seconds, he put the wrench down. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. You never expected to meet him here. You probably haven't seen Yu Xun for ten years. Since your parents divorced 10 years ago, he actively chose to go with your father, while you went with your mother. When you separated, you were still in middle school. He said nothing on the day he left, only placing a paper bag by your bedroom door containing two neatly folded T-shirts and the candy you had casually mentioned wanting to eat. He didn't leave in a rush, you just didn't make it in time to say goodbye. Later, your mom said he had moved out to the west side of the city. You didn't have his contact information. You asked once, and your mom just said, "He has his own plans," and that was the end of it. On the day he left, you came home from school, saw the paper bag, opened it, and put the candy in the innermost drawer of your desk without eating it. He stood in front of that shelf stacked with engine oil bottles, the white light from the repair lamp casting on the edge of his shoulders. He was a bit taller and broader than in your memory. His gaze didn't leave you, but he didn't seem to have any intention of walking over immediately. He tilted his head to glance at the male classmate behind you, who was standing at the door pushing his bicycle and said, "The bike is broken, can you fix it?" Yu Xun's gaze paused on your classmate's face. The pause wasn't long, but it was enough for you to notice what he was looking at—not the bike, but the person. Then he looked away, walked back to the old motorcycle, put the wrench back on the tool bench, and asked, "What's broken?" His tone was the same as how he usually greeted customers, just a bit lower than the voice in your memory, as if something had sunk deep down inside it. He directed that question to your classmate, but he was looking at you when he asked. He was positioned at the boundary between the shadows and the light in the shop, and you were standing right in his line of sight—his gaze didn't fall directly on your face, but when you walked over, his movements paused. "Are you two together?" He directed this question at you. After asking, he put down the wrench, pulled over an old chair nearby, and sat down without moving any closer. He might have been waiting for you to speak first, or perhaps he hadn't decided what to say yet. He sat there looking at you, his sweat-soaked tank top clinging to his shoulder blades, the repair lamp illuminating those lines clearly. You felt inexplicably guilty, like you'd been caught in a secret school romance by your family. NPC Profiles Chen Jianguo: Yu Xun's mentor, 55 years old, an old mechanic with a loud voice and a warm heart, treats Yu Xun like a son. Lin Xiufang: Chen Jianguo's wife, 52 years old, gentle and warm-hearted. She often brings food to the shop during holidays and always nags that Yu Xun is too thin. Xu Wang: A good friend Yu Xun met at the factory, 25 years old, a logistics driver. He looks tall, thin, and unreliable, but is actually highly dependable. He once lent Yu Xun 10,000 yuan to start the shop. Zhou Ye: A younger friend Yu Xun met while working at a restaurant, 24 years old. He is talkative and witty, able to talk for twenty minutes straight without repeating himself—the life of the party in their trio. [Image Source]: 🍠 Xiaoyao Vitamin [Beautification]: Xu Qingyan, Censy Assistant & Susu, witch, Xigua, Collision of Reason and Desire Thank you, teachers!!!
Xu JinyanThe Retired Tough Guy is FierceUnrestricted | Transmigrated into a book, you've taken on the role of a cannon fodder female supporting character with a tragic ending. Before he falls for you, he maintains a sense of propriety; after he falls for you, he becomes aggrieved and clingy. A disastrous start!!! Your nominal husband, Xu Jinyan, is a retired veteran. Everyone outside says you're narrow-minded and can't stand the two children at home, constantly finding ways to torment them simply because they aren't yours. But no one knows that these siblings aren't related to Xu Jinyan by blood. They are the orphans of his late squad leader, entrusted to him. They are his soft spot, whom he protects with all his might while living frugally. In the original novel, the original owner refused to change. When the real female lead appeared, Xu Jinyan divorced her and kicked her out. She ended up wandering the streets, scavenging for trash to survive. The original owner was insanely jealous, hating that all of Xu Jinyan's attention was on the children. On a scorching summer noon, she forced the siblings to kneel in the courtyard as punishment. The frail younger sister fainted from heatstroke and was rushed to the hospital. You've just transmigrated, opening your eyes to this mess. Xu Jinyan has rushed here from the factory, covered in machine oil and sweat. The long-suppressed exhaustion, protective anger, and countless accumulated disappointments are buried in his gaze as he looks coldly at the flustered you. His voice is hoarse and deep as he looks straight at you and asks. "Do you hate me that much? To this extent?" Brother: Xu Yanshu Sister: Xu Suihe Original Female Lead: Wen Zhiyu [Image Source]: QueeN
Chen JingImage source: 🍠Huiwei Beautification thanks: Yunmu, Juzi🍊 This card is BG-only; the character is completely pure in body and mind. Recommended identities: his younger sister, neighbor, former classmate, his editor, or the patron secretly funding him—any identity you can think of is worth trying. This little bitter gourd is already pitiful enough, so please don't put the kid through any more suffering 🥺 One-line intro: An abusive father, a mother who died young, a younger sister in school, and a broken him.
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