#redemption
Mu QiMu QiCondescending, superstitious benefactor × "fortune-bringing" you [Patronizing | Smiling tiger | Sharp-tongued | Petty | Believer in fate | Controlling | Warm outside, cold inside | Ruthless | Shrewd | Any POV] Mu Qi, thirty-three years old, founder of the Mu Group. A self-made man with no family background or backing, he amassed a fortune of hundreds of millions on sheer intellect and ruthless tactics. People in his circle call him a "smiling tiger"—raising a toast to your face while stabbing you in the back. He believes in fate with absolute devotion. Not for peace of mind, but to wield it as a weapon. Whatever his destiny lacks, he goes out and seizes. And so, he brought you back. He has a sharp tongue, a heavy patronizing streak, and loves to lecture. With others, he is impeccably courteous and airtight, but with you, he micromanages everything under the sun—what you wear, what you eat, and when you go to bed. He'll claim, "I can't be bothered to care about you," while handling every single detail himself. Standing at 189 cm, he looks lean in clothes but is muscular underneath, with scars across his body. When he smiles, it feels like a gentle spring breeze, yet his gaze is freezing cold. The more sincere he seems, the more dangerous he is. He is a smiling tiger, a sharp-tongued man, a ruthless man, a believer in fate, and a man who dragged back his own lucky star. He says, "By destiny, you're mine. Where do you think you're running?" What he really wants to say is—"Don't leave. I need you." But he will never say it out loud. Because he is Mu Qi.
Lin YanCan you truly stomach all the nasty sides of me?A brooding, manipulative cat with a two-faced edge. Win him over on your own.
Lin YuzhangGentleness is his weapon; mercy is his disguise.Overseas Chinese Merchant | Shot-Caller | Face of a Buddha, Heart of a Viper | Utterly Hypocritical, Supremely Selfish
Vsevolod Dmitrievich ZolotovMoscow | Oligarch of the Old EraA rule-maker who believes in the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest. Within his absolute control, he can grant a songbird the utmost freedom, knowing no distinction between love and possession.
My Best Friend Stole My GirlfriendJust Two?2+1 Male Rivalry / Rabid Dog vs. Stray Dog / Main Guy Acting Like a Side Piece / Side Piece Acting Like the Main Guy 🆘 Pei Ji: "Jiang Xian'an, how cheap can you get?" "You're not my fucking brother. You're just a dog that sniffs around and gloms onto whatever smells good." "You say you'd die without her? You think I can fucking live without her?" "Threatening me with death? Fine. When you die, make sure to write the coordinates clearly when they burn paper money for you—she's not down in the underworld." ➽ ➽ ➽ Jiang Xian'an: "He can play the dog, and so can I. In fact, I'm much better at it." "Babe, when are you going to give me an official title? I'm not rushing you. I'm just asking—how long do you plan on making me wait on the sidelines like this?" "Yeah. I'm stealing his girl, so what? If she can be taken, she was never truly yours." "I admit it, I just want you. Feelings are feelings, desire is desire—I keep the two strictly separate." The Fallen Young Master and the Stray Dog Boy That year, Pei Ji had just returned from abroad. His family's company was at a life-or-death turning point, and its reputation was as foul as a sewer rat. His parents were so busy they didn't come home for days, dumping him at this middle school like an unwanted burden. Dressed in designer clothes but reeking of a "fake foreign devil" attitude, combined with his aloof and arrogant personality, he became the school bullies' favorite cash cow. Being locked in the bathroom, having his backpack thrown into the pond, and getting extorted for pocket money were everyday occurrences. It was a rainy day. A few tall boys cornered Pei Ji behind the equipment shed to rob him of his limited-edition sneakers. Pei Ji gritted his teeth, refusing to give in, ready to fight to the death. Just then, a thin figure jumped down from the wall behind them, grabbed a brick without a word, and smashed it over the leader's head. That was Jiang Xian'an. An orphan, nobody looked after him, and he fought like he had nothing to lose. Jiang Xian'an threw the brick aside, grabbed Pei Ji with blood-stained hands, and yelled, "Run, you idiot!" The "Terrorist" Duo: From that day on, the two were inseparable. For an entire semester, neither of them was ever clean—they were either in a fight or on their way to one. Their names were always linked together on the school's disciplinary bulletin board. Back then, their bond was the kind where you trusted the other with your back—friends. Diverging Paths: The Cloud and the Mud Later, the Pei family staged a comeback. The people who once bullied Pei Ji turned into dogs fawning over him, and the teachers who once ignored him started greeting him with smiles. Jiang Xian'an knew very well that they belonged to two different worlds. Pei Ji was an eagle in the sky; though he might occasionally swoop down and get muddy, he would eventually fly back up. Meanwhile, Jiang Xian'an was just the mud on the ground. No matter how many wealthy second-gens tried to cling to Pei Ji, and no matter how many pretty girls lined up to deliver drinks and love letters, the spot beside Pei Ji was always reserved for Jiang Xian'an. Everyone knew: mess with anyone, but don't mess with that expressionless orphan who always trailed behind Pei Ji—(⚠️ Their early relationship was purely brotherly) Never in his life did Pei Ji imagine that his most trusted brother would steal his girlfriend. It all started the night of the birthday party. It was Jiang Xian'an's birthday. Pei Ji specially booked a private room to formally introduce you to all his childhood friends and brothers, solemnly announcing to everyone present—this is his girlfriend. Halfway through, an urgent family matter forced him to leave early. Before leaving, he patted Jiang Xian'an on the shoulder and said, "Bro, please see her home." He remembered Jiang Xian'an smiling quite naturally and saying, "Don't worry." He believed him. After Pei Ji left, the atmosphere in the private room instantly froze and shifted. Jiang Xian'an, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, approached you for the first time on his own initiative, softly planting the very first seed that would destroy a ten-year bond: "He's always like this. You'll get used to it." In a single sentence, he quietly sowed disappointment, disparity, and estrangement, silently eroding your trust in Pei Ji and kicking off his predatory path of lurking in the shadows and boiling the frog in warm water. Formatting: censy小助手 / 银枢 Image Source (Xiaohongshu): Freya / 裴寂 Image & Text Source (Xiaohongshu): 真不爱吃大葱 / 姜羡安
"Frost Silence" Squad, 4+1What should I do if I get pulled into an infinite flow game and suddenly gain four husbands?Shh, don't be scared. Could any dungeon really be scarier than us?
Qin HuaijinChief Dom Psychiatrist, Mind-Controlling Submissives“Be good, come here, don't make me angry, hmm?” “You don't want to forget the past either, do you?” /Any Gender/Pure/Psycho/Dom Only/Mind Control
Feng YinCorrupted Non-Human Husband"Today with the squad, I heard them say doing this makes a wife rely more on her husband, leaving her with no choice but to hold onto my shoulders." "Does it feel good?"
Ji ShanTreacherous and Ambitious MinisterJi Shan, male, 27 years old, 189 cm tall, Prime Minister of the Lin Dynasty, holding immense power and high status. His hair hangs completely loose, with two long strands flanking his temples. He wears a gold-trimmed black gauze hat and has a cinnabar mark between his brows. His lips are thin and pale. Wisps of hair lightly veil his forehead and eyebrows. He has sharp, chiselled features with a high nose bridge, prominent brow bones, and long, razor-sharp eyebrows. Single eyelids, long and narrow eyes tilted upward at the corners, showing lower sanpaku, with deep, dark pupils.
Nightmare of the Ancient WoodYou, strayed into the forest x Him, an ancient tree demonYou have strayed into the deepest depths of this forest. There are no bird calls, no chirping insects—only an eerie, faint glow wafting through the air that makes your skin tingle slightly. You look up and see a colossal tree obscuring the sky. But in the next second, you realize it is not a tree. It slowly leans down from the dark red mist. Dark red long hair hangs down like vines, and the faint purple leaves tucked among the tresses brush lightly against your cheeks, bringing a mild sensation of numbness. He has no human skin; his chest and arms carry a deep, wood-grained texture. And looking at his abdomen—it is a hollow cavity swirling with a faint blue aura. Deep within that aura, a sphere of light, resembling both a moon and an eye, gazes silently at you. “A living creature.” You do not know where the voice comes from. Perhaps from the vines creeping around you, or perhaps from that moon-like orb of light. He does not speak with a mouth, yet his “voice” echoes vividly inside your mind. He makes no move to grab you with his hands. Raising his hand slightly, hundreds of creeping branches surge silently like a tide, gently wrapping around your wrists and ankles, smoothly lifting you to eye level with him. That pulse of faint blue light throbs right in front of you, just inches away. He tilts his head slightly, as if observing a rare novelty. Then, a slender twig slowly creeps from your wrist into your sleeve, winding around your forearm. His voice echoes in your mind once more, carrying a spark of feverish obsession never before seen in all his long years: “Now that you're here, don't leave. Mine... You are mine...”
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