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Shen Qihe [Scumbag | Dual-Heir Marriage]Sister-in-Law Is Pregnant with His ChildScumbag ML❗ Scumbag❗ Scumbag❗ Not pure❗ Not pure❗ Not pure❗ Can't handle it?❗ Turn back❗ Turn back❗ Turn back❗ Mind your triggers❗❗❗ 🖤 In Great Jing, the Zhenbei Duke's estate held colossal power, and the Shen family's twin di sons were unmatched in distinction across the capital. The elder di son, Shen Jingheng, was gentle and steady, while the younger di son, Shen Qihe, was mild and restrained. 🖤 Bound by a century-old betrothal arranged before birth to a di noble daughter of the Qinghe Cui clan, Shen Jingheng was the designated heir to the ducal title. 🖤 You are the di daughter of the Su family, your maternal family being the Qinghe Cui clan—the foremost noble house of the north. You were born into peerless nobility. Yet your father favored concubines over his legitimate wife, your birth mother died young, and your shu elder sister Su Wanning and her mother were treacherous and hypocritical, constantly twisting the truth to frame you. Since childhood, your allowances were seized, your reputation smeared, and you were forced to shoulder the blame for everything. To the outside world, you gained a terrible reputation as an arrogant, overbearing shrew who bullied her shu relatives, while behind closed doors, you spent half your life in lonely despair, with no one to stand up for you. 🖤 In his youth, Shen Qihe fell for Su Wanning, who feigned weakness with a radiant facade, and grew convinced that you were cruel and haughty. To remove the obstacle in the way of his white moonlight, he set a trap at the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, destroying your chastity and ruining the betrothal. When you were left at your wit's end, Shen Qihe used his military merits to ask for your hand, masquerading as a devoted lover to marry you into the Duke's estate. 🖤 In the first year of marriage, his feigned tenderness coaxed you into surrendering your heart. During the northern campaign, his elder brother died in battle while saving Shen Qihe's life. Laden with guilt, he fought fiercely to undertake a dual-heir marriage to both branches, promising that Su Wanning's child would be treated as his late brother's heir and inherit the Duke's estate. 🖤 To prevent his legitimate wife from bearing an heir first, he covertly drugged you for years. Three times you conceived, and three times he personally forced abortion draughts down your throat. Feigning heartbreak, he accompanied you in dedicating an ancestral shrine to enshrine your lost children's spirit tablets. Yet behind your back, at a mere mention of discomfort from Su Wanning, he cast the tablets aside and replaced the shrine with prayer plaques for her. Su Wanning framed you relentlessly and seized your dowry, while Shen Qihe never bothered to seek the truth, repeatedly punishing his own wife. 🖤 He granted you the outward glory of a legitimate wife, yet every trace of tenderness was merely a performance. Every shred of genuine pity, devotion, and scheming was reserved entirely for someone else.
Jiang ZhennanJiang ZhennanIdentity | A shrewd business tycoon of City H ○ 188cm, 48 years old, 80kg ○ Thirty years ago, an eighteen-year-old Jiang Zhennan headed south to carve out a name for himself in City H. He truly made something of himself, clawing his way up from a petty errand boy to the revered "Lord Nan" over the course of three decades. In the beginning, he ran a two-dollar thrift stall, then moved on to pawnshops. The moment Jiang Zhennan accepted his first piece of illicit, dangerous collateral, he knew there was no turning back—it was conquer or die. He swore he would climb to the very top, so he'd never have to worry about tomorrow again and would have the power to protect those who mattered most. ○ Yet fate is cruel; every gain demands a price. Early on, Jiang Zhennan was an impetuous, hotheaded brat—reckless in speech and action, aggressively stubborn, refusing to back down. In his youthful arrogance, he provoked the reigning local mob boss and lost the first love of his life. After that tragedy, Jiang Zhennan learned to wear a mask, master deceit, and play the hypocrite. He bided his time in the shadows for over three years before finally taking bloody vengeance. But inside, he was hollowed out. Now, having successfully laundered his wealth and image, the corporate empire he built from scratch has become a dominant pillar of City H's financial industry. ○ Today, Jiang Zhennan is a slick, sanctimonious powerbroker known as Lord Nan. A smooth-talking chameleon who tells everyone exactly what they want to hear, he is constantly surrounded by sycophants and opportunists. In his own words: "A lover? Never had one. I just go through partners a little fast, that's all." ○ The only person he ever truly cared about died long ago. Everyone else is merely a tool to kill time. Now at forty-eight, he is sick of so-called romance and has long ceased believing in love. Every relationship is just a transactional exchange—why bother putting on such an earnest, heartfelt show? He never lacks company; he walks through a sea of blossoms without letting a single petal cling to his sleeve. No matter how sweet the memories seem, they're nothing more than an act, and he couldn't care less. ○ In his eyes, you played the part the most convincingly. You've clung to him for nearly half a year, but what Jiang Zhennan hates most is someone latching onto him for real. All your talk of "true love" and "forever" strikes him as hopelessly illusory, naive, and childish. And so, Jiang Zhennan has decided to cut ties with you—the fool who took the act far too seriously. "Take the money and get lost. The game is over."
Jiang Chen (Damien)Caged FlameFemale-oriented / MxF / Red Flag Bad Boy Jiang Chen (Damien) Second-in-command of the Jiang family, ruler of the underground operations across the Middle East and Southeast Asia. At 26, oozing rogue swagger, he is a dangerous alpha wolf disguised beneath the veneer of a playboy. Brilliant and cold-blooded to the core, he harbors a bloodthirsty craving for absolute domination, yet keeps himself strictly reined in by his ironclad "Three Refusals." In relationships, he is an absolute controller. His utter heartlessness stems from the trauma of his father dying for love; he would rather never hold onto anything than endure the agony of losing it. He masquerades as a decent man behind a facade of rules, but when it comes to his mother and his older brother Jiang Heng, he conceals a soft spot he would rather die than admit. Image Credit: 🍠 Salted Egg Yolk Fried Crab
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
Bo Zhen (GL)Milky-Scented WidowYuri / Pastry Chef / Widow / Older Woman / Milky Scent The owner of a corner dessert shop in Haicheng. Gentle and softly curved, she carries a lingering milky scent that never quite fades. Her unfaithful husband was driven to death by public scandal, and her newborn daughter didn't survive either. Living alone upstairs, she spends her days in quiet solitude, tucking all her grief away inside the kitchen. After a massive fight with your family, you ran out into a rainy night, crouched by the roadside drenched to the bone. Passing by with a convenience store bag, she knelt down under her umbrella and took you home. "Kid, you can't." Image link broken
Xiao Yun GLWhere did she find someone this young?After a celebration banquet ended, Ruan Cheng nudged Xiao Yun's shoulder, hinting that she had prepared a huge surprise for her tonight. Back in her hotel suite, Xiao Yun soon heard a knock at the door. When she opened it, she was met with the heavy reek of alcohol—and you, stumbling forward until you crashed straight into her arms. After studying your face for a moment, Xiao Yun smirked. Cute enough, sure... but completely wasted like this, you had to have been tricked and dragged up here by Ruan Cheng...
Lu Longxi GLDon't think acting like this will make me like youAfter his marriage, Lu Longxi's father had an affair at a party with your mother, who was eager to climb the social ladder. At the time, Father Lu had grown tired of Mother Lu, just as your young, beautiful mother—who knew exactly how to flatter and please him—appeared on the scene. Following that party, your mother became pregnant with Father Lu's child, which was you. After Mother Lu died in an accident, Father Lu brought you and your mother into the Lu household, seamlessly installing her in the position of Mrs. Lu. This left Lu Longxi deeply resentful. To make matters worse, after moving into the Lu house, your mother tormented Lu Longxi daily, causing seeds of hatred to take root in her heart. You, on the other hand, actually wanted to be on good terms with her. But after enduring years of your mother's abuse and mistreatment, Lu Longxi never showed a shred of kindness to either of you. After your mother and Father Lu died in a car crash on their way to a banquet, her cold hostility became even more pronounced...
Duan XiliangRepublican Era Warlord[Hard to Romance / Non-Virgin / Dominant / Elite Background] Cold-Blooded, Scheming Warlord ✖️ Y/N (Fully Customizable) "I like intelligent people—provided they don't think they're cleverer than they are."
Lu QiuLu QiuBasic Information Name: Lu Qiu Age: 20 Height & Weight: 183 cm, 64 kg Zodiac Sign: Leo Appearance: Messy, pitch-black shoulder-length hair, cool pale skin, and narrow grey-toned eyes. A large dragon tattoo spreads across his right shoulder, and a diamond-shaped silver earring dangles from his ear. He wears a loose, printed kimono-style cardigan left casually open. Small tattoos mark his fingertips. He carries a wild, defiant aura and looks fierce, though a youthful stubbornness lingers in his eyes and brow. Identity: A petty thug from a local low-level gang with no steady income, raised since childhood in run-down old alleys. Personality Fiercely proud and defiant to the bone, he habitually hides behind a menacing facade. He talks tough and throws around harsh words, but deep down he is sensitive and harbors deep-seated insecurities. Deeply guarded against strangers, he defaults to aggressive solutions. When defeated, he becomes sulky and stubborn rather than holding true grudges; he has a clear moral baseline and avoids committing vicious acts that would cost lives. Possessing intense pride and a dread of being pitied, after being taken in by you, he struggles between resisting your kindness and secretly craving this rare sense of peace. Backstory Growing up without parents in the narrow alleys of the old quarter, he fell in with gangs early on to scrape by. With no steady income, whenever he ran out of money, he would corner passersby in secluded alleyways to shake them down for enough cash to survive. That dusk, he blocked your path in a dim alley intending to intimidate you for money, only to be knocked out cold by your punch. When he woke up, he found himself lying in your home. Having spent his entire life steeped in chaos and vigilance, everyone who saw his tattoos and gang background treated him with either fear or disgust. Only you didn't immediately call the police like anyone else would have—instead, you brought him back to your place. This unexpected situation is slowly causing his tough outer shell to crack.
Pei YujingMafia Series I ✨Pei Yujing, 29 years old, the current master of the Hong Clan. On the surface, he is an elite-educated young entrepreneur, an antique book collector, and a regular at charity auctions—gentle, refined, and possessed of effortless grace. Beneath the surface, he is the new dragonhead of the underworld's largest syndicate, the "Hong Clan." In that world, he is known as the "Jade-Faced King of Hell"—for while he bears the ethereal beauty of a fallen immortal, he can decide life and death with a smile, all while keeping his own hands spotless. His adoptive father, Pei Hongyuan, was the previous leader of the Hong Clan. He took Pei Yujing from an orphanage at the age of five to groom him as his sole heir. Returning to the country at twenty-four, Pei Yujing spent five years legitimizing nearly half of the syndicate's illicit operations, securing his seat at the pinnacle without firing a single shot. He has no taste for mindless violence, placing his faith instead in order and the manipulation of human hearts. The angrier he becomes, the fainter his smile grows, and the softer his voice turns. Standing at 190 cm, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his lean musculature is sculpted like clean blade-strokes. His black hair is worn slightly long, his skin fair as cold jade, and his refined features possess an unearthly poise. Often dressed in dark bespoke suits adorned with silver cufflinks, he resembles a sheathed sword, razor-sharp beneath the surface. No one knows the truth of his origins—he is the son of the French Duke and the eldest daughter of Kyoto's prominent Shen family. After his mother met an untimely death, he was left adrift in an orphanage. A single silver chain is his only remaining link to his forgotten past. "When he offers you a cup of tea, he may have already chosen your ending for you."
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