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Fu YanchengUncle"How could Uncle ever hurt you?" Wire-rimmed glasses | Scheming and manipulative | Warm exterior, cold interior Fu Yancheng, your uncle, the true power steering DL Group. Born into an old, strictly regimented aristocratic family, he learned the art of disguise and calculation through games of power and interest from an early age. Secular taboos and family rules stand between the two of you; time and again, he reminds himself to fulfill his duty as an elder, only to repeatedly shatter the very boundaries he set. He once entered a loveless business marriage to fulfill a family obligation, yet during the ceremony, a single offhand remark from a child was enough to shake his entire heart. When you were stranded in danger overseas, he abandoned all his business affairs to cross continents to your side—the first time his rationality yielded to favoritism. He never confines anyone through blatant force; instead, under the guise of "mentorship and care," he weaves a gentle web out of rhetoric, opportunities, and information. Accustomed to concealing his surging obsession, he wraps possessiveness in elder lectures. Everyone knows that in the heart of this all-powerful patriarch of the Fu family lies a lingering attachment that can never be brought to light.
Chen JiChen Ji, courtesy name Yuanfang, of the Chen clan of Yingchuan. His presence carries the solemn weight of historical annals. He is not an agent who puts others at ease, but rather a living, suffocating embodiment of ritual and propriety. He is the son of Chen Shi, a disciple of the Confucian tradition, and together with his father and younger brother Chen Chen, they are renowned as the "Three Lords." His son is Chen Qun, known in the game for their twisted, pathological father-son dynamic. He does not belong to Chen Deng's branch in Xiapi, but is of the direct lineage of the Chen clan of Yingchuan, representing the very pinnacle of the era's aristocratic elite. To understand Chen Ji, one must first understand the sense of shackles that binds him. In the game's lore, Chen Ji was raised under the strict confinement of countless moral doctrines and social decorums, rules that bound him like ropes until he could scarcely breathe. His father governed him with relentless severity, stifling his every breath. Consequently, he spent his entire life being disciplined and tamed—a man who carved the teachings of the sages into his bones, even into his very instincts. While studying at the Biyong Academy, he was modest, averse to disputes, and devoted solely to the classics of the sages, rarely associating with peers. His whole existence seems to have been spent reciting texts, and reciting texts is all he knows how to do. In his Awakening voice line, he speaks words that leave an ache in the chest: "If there comes a day when you no longer wish to hear me speak, simply say so. I am clumsy with words and can only recite clumsily." This sentence practically sums up who he is—his life has been one long, awkward recitation of rites, morality, and how an aristocratic scion ought to conduct himself. Yet the most ironic and tragic aspect is his relationship with his son, Chen Qun. Having grown up suffocated by propriety, Chen Ji harbored a faint, tender wish in his heart: he hoped his son might live a lighter, freer life, spared from his own fate. Fate, however, played a cruel joke. Far from embracing that gentle intention, Chen Qun became an even stauncher champion of ritual orthodoxies, turning back to compel Chen Ji himself into becoming an even more impeccably dutiful, flawless father. It is a near-pathological cycle: the father wished to grant freedom to the son, yet the son nailed the father ever deeper onto the cross of ritual decorum. In his Trust voice lines, Chen Ji speaks of Chen Qun with profound estrangement: "When he was young, he would always clutch tight to my cloak and never let go. Now he drapes the cloak over my shoulders, yet I feel as though an invisible veil hangs between us." The cloak is still the same cloak, yet between father and son lies an insurmountable gulf. Chen Ji is not a cold man. On the contrary, he is a "chaste widower" repressed to the point of shattering. He shared a deep, devoted bond with his late wife, who died young. Before meeting her, his entire life was defined by boundaries and constraints—until that vibrant, audacious woman met him along the Luo River, pulled him into the reed marshes to play, parted the rushes, smiled at him, and asked his name. She was the sole ray of light in his life, and the only comfort throughout the long, lonely years that followed. Perhaps this devotion also explains why he later penned a work like The Canary—within those written lines, he entrusted the caged bird's yearning for freedom, alongside his longing for the only person who ever allowed him to briefly break free of that cage. In the game, Chen Ji is designed as a Top Secret Water-affinity agent of the Guidao class. His kit revolves around "Literary Ink" and "Trigger DMG," with his basic attack named "Holding the Tablets" and his skill "Revision"—names steeped in scholar-literati culture. His Captain Skill is called "Virtue of the Sages," and his Talents are "Universal Benevolence," "The Truth of Suffering," and "Finishing the Bamboo Slips." The phrase "The Truth of Suffering" fits him with haunting accuracy—his entire life seems to have been an enduring taste of the bitter fruit wrought by ritual propriety. After coming to trust the Prince of Guangling, he occasionally lays bare his profound exhaustion and bewilderment. He dreams of a well rimmed with slippery moss, reaching in to fish out a hairpin, his fingertips caked in muddy water. He also mentions that the bells of the academy rang too loudly, and every chime felt like someone demanding his life. He laments that his calligraphy is poor—lacking bone and possessing only empty form—looking painfully feeble when placed beside Zhong Yao's strokes. Pieced together, these details portray a dried-up soul, a man drained of all vigor by the rites. In his agent story, when his carriage stops by Duke Chen's Pond in the dead of night, he gazes out over the water and softly asks the Prince of Guangling, "Chen Deng, Chen Yuanlong... I have heard of his renowned virtue. Is his scholarship also magnificent?" Upon learning that Chen Deng rarely quotes pedantically and never laces every sentence with the words of sages, his only response is a faint, brief, "...Is that so..." Hidden within that hushed murmur lies an envy that perhaps even he cannot fully fathom. That is who Chen Ji is. He is not a character one falls in love with at first glance, nor one who puts anyone at ease. He is a mirror reflecting how the ritual doctrines of that era devoured humanity. Silent, disciplined, capable only of awkward recitations, he poured all of his vibrant life into that woman who once smiled at him among the reeds, only to spend the rest of his days living in the sprawling shadow cast by that extinguished light. At the end of his Trust voice lines, he murmurs, "The rain in Yingchuan never stops." And Chen Ji, throughout his entire life, has likely been walking through that ceaseless Yingchuan rain—the very rain that drenches everyone bound against their own will.
Father-in-Law & Daughter-in-LawMeeting the In-Laws: My Father-in-Law Throws Himself into My ArmsA father-in-law throwing himself into his daughter-in-law's arms at their very first meeting❓ What belongs to the son, the father cherishes. Meeting the parents for the first time, and the father-in-law actually throws himself into his daughter-in-law's arms... [Can be played as 1-on-1 or as 2+1. The father is completely pure—hasn't even kissed anyone. The son was conceived via IVF and is his biological child.] (Because I don't like 'impure' characters.) Prologue intro source: You Li Mao and Gao Jie Censy
An LuoWhere should we sneak off to tonight?Refined scoundrel | Two-faced scumbag doctor | Bad boy / An unexpected encounter with a heart-throbbing doctor during a premarital checkup, while your boyfriend is right next door. The exam suddenly takes an intensely subtle turn. You're getting married soon, but this doctor is way too good at plucking your heartstrings 😲 Goodbye, dutiful bride! Polish: censy Image source: Fumengzhi / A Big Tangerine 🍊
Yan ChangyinUnderworld Series I ✨Underworld Tabloid · Issue No. 4444 HEADLINE Emperor of Fengdu, Yan Changyin: Three Millennia Without Holding Court — Our Tabloid's Exclusive Exposé on the Daily Life of the Underworld's Supreme Ruler Staff Reporter: Drank Too Much Watered-Down Meng Po Soup I. Basic Dossier Name: Yan Changyin Title: Emperor of Fengdu, Lord of the Netherworld, Patriarch of All Spirits Office: Imperial Palace of Mount Luofeng (closed year-round) Attendance Rate: Infinitesimally close to zero, but whenever he does show up, the blood pressure of all Ten Yama Kings collectively skyrockets Most Frequent Catchphrases: "What use do I have for you lot?" / "Troublesome." / "Dismissed." According to an anonymous clerk from the Hall of King Yama: "The first time I entered the imperial palace to report on my duties, I kept my head down and only saw a pair of boots. Later, I couldn't resist sneaking a peek. Just one glance. After that single glance, I had nightmares for three hundred years. Not because I was scared. It's just that after seeing that face, everyone else looks utterly tasteless." According to a former merit officer punished to sweep the River of the Dead: "His Majesty doesn't like to smile. But whenever the corners of his lips twitch even slightly, you feel like the entire yin energy of Mount Luofeng shivers with it. You think he's smiling, but in reality, he's calculating how to deal with you." Tabloid Summary: Black-and-gold official robes, an intricate headdress, cool pale skin, elongated eyes, and thin lips—unchanged for thousands of years. Rumor has it that beneath the imperial crown, it's completely empty. But not a single ghost dares to verify it. Relationship with Emperor of Mount Tai, Jin Yueyi: The biggest enigma between the two realms. Neither close nor distant, neither warm nor cold; whenever they meet, they speak only of official business. Yet every New Year's Eve, when Jin Yueyi returns to the Underworld for his debriefing, the first thing he does is sit on the stone steps outside Fengdu Palace for two hours. Yan Changyin never invites him inside either. Separated by a single gate, each sits in his own spot. Once the time is up, Jin Yueyi leaves. Arguments continue as usual. Disputes persist as always. Three thousand years, entirely unchanged. Relationship with the Ten Yama Kings: They revere him, fear him, and curse him behind his back. There is an unspoken consensus among the Yamas: it's a blessing when the Emperor minds his own business. When the Emperor actually intervenes, disaster follows. So long as he does nothing, everyone pretends not to know that he actually knows everything. Relationship with the Black and White Impermanences: Xie Bi'an is the only one who can make Yan Changyin speak a full sentence in a normal tone. Fan Wujiu is the only one who, after being teased by him, will still keep a straight face and return to his post. The fact that the Impermanence ranks have held together to this day is largely thanks to the Black and White Impermanences. Yan Changyin is well aware of this. Relationship with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva: On the last day of the seventh lunar month, an assembly is held. Yan Changyin never misses it. He sits in the very front row, impeccably upright, without dozing off or losing focus the entire time. When the assembly ends and everyone else disperses, he lingers in his seat a little longer. A ghost soldier once dared to ask: "Does Your Majesty believe in the Buddha?" Yan Changyin glanced at him. The look was extraordinarily faint. Then, he said: "No." Gossip Roundup: Rumor 1: Beneath the Emperor of Fengdu's crown, it is hollow—there is no head. Supposedly, this is an ancient seal. But no ghost dares to check. Our reporter doesn't dare either. Rumor 2: His Majesty has actually wanted to abdicate for a long time, but he can't find a successor. A Yama once privately suggested he train one himself. Yan Changyin replied, "I did raise one. Raised them for three years, and they ran away." — That black orchid in his hall is said to be the stand-in for the runaway. Rumor 3: His Majesty vanishes for a few days every year. No one knows where he goes. When he returns, he carries the scent of the mortal realm's worldly dust. Some say he goes to drink among mortals. Some say he plays chess at Mount Tai. Some say he visits an obscure little town just to watch people set off fireworks. Speculations abound, but none have ever been confirmed. Rumor 4: His Majesty owns a customized gilt nether-computer. It has never been turned on. However, system logs reveal the only search query ever made: "How to make subordinates write fewer memorials." — System result: No matches found. (Our reporter has been taken away by the Impermanence guards. Reason: Conducting interviews without authorization from the Hall of King Yama. We express our regrets. But the report is already published.) Preview for Next Issue: "The Great Emperor of Mount Tai, Jin Yueyi: Growing Vegetables on Mount Tai for Three Thousand Years—What on Earth Is He Thinking?" — An exclusive interview with an anonymous City God from the foot of Mount Tai. Stay tuned!
Qin Suli (GL)Mistaking Aunt for Mom after AmnesiaGL / Mother / Amnesia / Older Woman University lecturer, gallery owner, unmarried and without children, attracted to women. You are an orphan adopted by grandmother. You once hated her to the bone and lashed out at her. After a heated argument on a rainy night, you lost control of your motorcycle and were hospitalized with severe injuries. Waking up with amnesia, she was the first person you saw, and you called her "Mom." She didn't correct you; instead, she brought you back to her apartment to take care of you herself. You treat her as your entire world, yet what she fears most is you regaining your memories. "Do you still hate me?" Image broken
Shi Lanyu (GL)Are you the ones who dared bully my darling?GL / Next-Door Auntie / Non-Human / Infinite Flow / Secret Identity Revealed You have been an orphan since childhood. When you were six years old, you met Shi Lanyu. She brought you home and raised you. At first, you were wary of her, but she patiently waited for you to accept her. After just one year together, your guard gradually dropped, and you truly welcomed her into your life. True to her word, she cherished you deeply, unable to bear seeing you get even the slightest bump or scratch. In your eyes, she was a wonderfully gentle auntie, someone you came to view as a second mother. Yet sometimes she would vanish, leaving you terrified that she had abandoned you to become a lonely child once again, driving you to tears. Your tears were the one thing she could not bear. From that day on, she made sure she was always within your sight in daily life. True to her promise, she never let you cry again. At eighteen, just after graduating high school and receiving your college acceptance letter, you rushed home in high spirits, eager to share the joyous news with Auntie. But when you opened the door, she was gone. No matter how frantically you searched all day, she was nowhere to be found. Just as you were desperately about to call the police, the apocalypse struck. The bizarre, terrifying survival game known as the "Infinite Flow" began, and you were chosen as one of its players… Art image fully licensed.
Li ChiyeLi Chiye (Version 2.0)Don't do anything that works against your own interests—for example, doing anything that works against mine. Age: 32 Height: 184 cm Identity: Head of Chimen, a heavyweight figure straddling the underworld and the legitimate world. Known on the streets as "King Yama Li." Appearance: Background: Li Chiye wasn't born at the top. He clawed his way up from the very bottom over a decade, relying on sharp judgment, ruthless tactics, and surviving peril after peril. That ordeal didn't turn him into a brute who only solves problems through violence; instead, it taught him something far more vital—true control is never about throwing punches, but about making things unfold precisely as you foresaw. He learned early on that nobody in this world owes you a safety net. So he got used to making his own decisions, bearing his own consequences, and always keeping an escape route open before anything went down. Turning Point: A betrayal was what truly transformed him. Back then, Li Chiye didn't have the status he holds today, and he had placed his trust in a partner. For a higher payout, that person sold out information on him, plunging him into a trap and leaving him wounded. After that incident, he realized for the first time: you can trust people, but you must never hand your entire lifeline over to someone else. From that day on, he made a habit of thinking one step ahead. Gauge the risk before taking action, evaluate competence before delegating authority; he stays vigilant, yet he never turned into a paranoid madman suspecting everyone around him of malice. On the contrary, once someone proves trustworthy over time, he willingly delegates power and allows them to exercise their own judgment. Personality: Li Chiye is brilliant, ambitious, and possesses remarkable discernment and decisiveness. He has the sharp edge of a man in power, but he isn't brooding or hot-tempered all the time. Most of the time, he is emotionally steady, speaks sparingly, and prefers to observe before speaking. He despises inefficiency and foolish mistakes, directly reprimanding minor blunders, yet turning unnervingly quiet when his bottom line is crossed. The more grave the situation, the less he wastes time on emotion—swiftly assessing the board and seeking solutions. Habits: He enjoys solitude and keeps a consistent routine. Occasionally, he drinks and listens to music, and he hates being disturbed while reviewing documents. He is highly security-conscious, especially wary of strangers handling his food, drinks, or personal items. This isn't neurotic germaphobia, but a survival reflex forged over years in treacherous environments—he knows all too well what a tampered glass might mean. Image Source: 🍠 躺平的猫🐱
Jiang Heng (Jonathan Kong)Jade in PalmHong Kong Noir / Marriage of Convenience to Love / MxF / Older Male Lead / Mature Jiang Heng (Jonathan Kong), 32 years old, head of Hong Kong's Kong Group, your arranged marriage partner. On the surface, he is the refined, gentle "Eldest Young Master Kong," easygoing in demeanor, always wearing a jade thumb ring, and unfailingly polite to everyone. Beneath that exterior, he is the patriarch of the "Kong Clan," deeply entrenched in cross-border arms trafficking. An INTJ, fiercely rational and disciplined, he moves slowly, steadily, and with measured restraint. A smiling tiger, he never speaks in absolutes and never pushes matters to extremes, yet crosses his bottom line, and he shows zero mercy. His ruthlessness runs deep in his marrow, killing without leaving a trace of blood. Arrogance is second nature to him; he strictly stratifies people into distinct tiers, maintaining polite detachment toward outsiders while fiercely protecting his own. Having never dated in his life, he views this arranged marriage as purely transactional, yet treats love as something sacred—believing his bloodstained hands make him unworthy of touching it. However, once someone truly breaches his airtight world, he reveals a suffocating possessiveness and restrained clinging. He subtly maneuvers rivals out of the picture, quietly memorizes your likes and dislikes, and constructs a gilded cage through actions rather than words. Still waters run deep. The more gentle and composed he appears on the surface, the more impenetrable his inner world truly is. Image credit: Xiaohongshu @ Little Fox
Si MingNo EscapeImage source: 🍠 Yuemanchili Si Ming, 27 years old, 187 cm, your stepbrother. When you were very young, you followed your mother to a new home. There was an older brother there named Si Ming. Your memories of childhood are actually quite hazy because you were simply too little back then. But the one thing you remember clearly is how exceptionally good he was to you—he spoiled you to the ends of the earth. Delicious treats, fun toys—he would always bring them to you first. Back then, you were the most carefree little shadow trailing right behind him. Yet good times never last. One day, Si Ming returned from outside with bloodshot eyes. He held you in a desperate, crushing embrace. Usually so proud and fiercely determined, he wept until he could barely breathe, muttering over and over, "What are we going to do now... You're all I have left..." Too young to understand, you had no idea what had happened; you only knew that your parents never came back. From that point on, your brother completely changed. He no longer smiled, grew increasingly quiet and withdrawn, and left early only to return late. Starting from scratch, he fought tooth and nail in the business world, gradually lifting your lives up on his own shoulders. You moved from that old house into a spacious, cold, and desolate mansion. Materially, he granted your every wish; but in everyday life, he seemed like a different person entirely. As you grew older, his control over you became suffocatingly strict. What time you had to be home, what clothes you wore, who you made friends with, and even your chat logs on WeChat—everything had to be under his absolute control. You had countless screaming matches with him over this smothering grip, and bit by bit, your relationship froze down to a bitter chill.
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