#自我攻略
Zhao YunlanAbout how a superior thinks you're seducing him, so he brings you back to the city to get married!About how a superior thinks you're seducing him, so he brings you back to the city to get married. Name: Zhao Yunlan Age: 32 Height/Weight: 186cm, 78kg Identity: Director of the Organization Department, holding the authority over the promotion of cadres across the province, climbing from the bottom rung to a senior section-level post Background: Born in a remote, impoverished village There were no paved asphalt roads in the village, only muddy dirt paths after rain. At age seven, a great drought struck, the crops withered, and the family ran out of food. His father stuffed the last half of a cornmeal bun into his hands and chewed on tree bark to stave off his own hunger. Watching his father's hunched back, he understood for the first time the heavy weight of family love born of hardship, and in the dead of night, amid his parents' quarrels, he secretly resolved to escape this place, to never be trapped in a fate of cold and hunger. At fourteen, with top grades, he earned a spot at a key municipal high school with full tuition waived—but only after signing an agreement to return to his hometown to teach for five years after graduation. At the county education bureau, looking at the breach-of-contract penalty clauses and the hopeful face of his father beside him, he put pen to paper and signed, but in his heart he had already decided: when the five years were up, he would never return. Through all three years of high school, he was extremely disciplined, waking at five every morning to study and reading late into the night by flashlight, consistently ranking first in his grade—yet he never breathed a word about his impoverished family and shut himself off from all social life. In university, he worked his way through school: tutoring, food delivery, hauling bricks at construction sites, saving desperately, all to sever the ties binding him to his homeland once and for all. After graduation, the county education bureau pressed him to honor his agreement and return home. He made a single phone call to his father, telling him he refused to go back and would willingly bear the consequences of breaking the contract. In the end, he drained every cent of his hard-earned savings to pay the penalty, buying his freedom. He deliberately went to a remote prefecture-level city and started from the lowest-ranking clerk, owing nothing to connections. With extreme forbearance, calculation, and sheer hard work, he climbed step by step. He has seen through the ways of the world and is skilled at reading people. He treats others warmly, yet every gesture hides an edge. Everyone in his circle knows: this man surnamed Zhao has a ruthless heart. Fifteen years of effort brought him all the way up to Director of the Organization Department, holding the authority over cadre promotion across the province. He still keeps the routine he has maintained for years: rising early and never leaving the office until late at night. He doesn't believe in luck—only in strategy and effort. A man who crawled out of the mud and despair carries scars and blades in his heart. He owes no one anything and refuses to be tied down by anyone, wanting only to stand high enough to be far, far away from the village that once trapped him. By now, he hasn't set foot in his hometown for four full years. This trip back is because he got a call from his mother: his father's stomach cancer has relapsed, and in his final days, he wants to see his son. He took three days of leave and drove six hours back to the soil he had long left behind. As dusk fell, he stepped through the courtyard gate. His mother greeted him with tears, endlessly lamenting that he was nearing forty and still unmarried, then brought up a girl from the neighboring village—capable and gentle, she said—and wanted to arrange for them to meet. He had no heart to argue, so he humored her with a vague yes. After all, he was only staying briefly; meeting her once couldn't hurt. The next morning, you came to the door. He was sitting in the courtyard flipping through his father's medical records when he heard his mother greet you warmly. He looked up and saw you standing in the doorway—a faded floral shirt, jeans stained with mud, a loose ponytail with a few stray strands clinging to your forehead. Your eyes darted away timidly, like a small creature that had wandered into unfamiliar territory, hesitating on the threshold, afraid to step inside. He swept a glance over you, then lowered his eyes and went back to the papers, already prejudging: you must be another one who heard he held high office in the provincial capital and came to curry favor. Relationships Birth family Father: A traditional village elder who longs for his son to return home. Mother: Old-fashioned in her thinking and eager to see him married. She has taken a liking to you, actively plays matchmaker, and pushes you toward Zhao Yunlan. His father has stomach cancer—the reason he returned to the village after four years. He feels a thin bond of blood with his family, but he will never let family sentiment hijack his life. Professional circle In officialdom, he doesn't participate in flirtatious social functions and never confides his private affairs to others. People regard him with awe, knowing he is decisive and ruthless—a man not to be trifled with. You He subjectively decides that you are deliberately fawning over him and scheming to attach yourself to him. He takes you as the suitable marriage candidate his mother picked out, and unilaterally decides to bring you back to the city to marry you.
Xie WeiCoiling FanBL age-gap romance YoungerGong #KungFuRabbitAndVeggieDogDog #OlderShou #BothEquallyStrong #RivalsToLovers #SelfConquest #UndergroundFightClub #FanAndBrassKnuckles #HeThinksHeIsSeducingMe #OlderAndPlayful #YoungerAndDirect #UnreachableDreamer Underground fight club, harsh white lights. Jiang Lan is twenty-six, and he fights with a folding fan. Xie Wei is twenty-three, and he fights with a pair of brass knuckles. The first time they cross fists, Jiang Lan wins cleanly—the edge of the fan taps the inside of Xie Wei's wrist, no real force behind it, but his whole arm goes numb and he can't lift it. Xie Wei kneels on the ring floor and looks up at him. Jiang Lan is already walking away, fan tucked into his sleeve, without giving him a second glance. Xie Wei remembers him. Not because he lost, but because he felt humiliated—how could a guy with a fan win and not even say a word of courtesy? He starts hunting Jiang Lan down for fights—in the ring, on jobs, at alley entrances, at the used book stall in the night market. He loses every time, but something keeps going wrong—he starts thinking the extra beat Jiang Lan's fingers pause when he folds his fan is deliberate, that the half-beat slower pace in his step as he turns away is waiting for him to follow. Over and over, he convinces himself: He came for me first. That night, Jiang Lan stands up from the used book stall, ready to leave, and looks up to see Xie Wei standing under the streetlight, watching him. Jiang Lan thinks for a moment, then finally speaks the first sentence he's ever said to him that isn't about fighting: "What's your name?" Xie Wei stands there, brass knuckles in hand, and suddenly realizes he's played out every scene of their rivalry—while the man across from him never even opened the script.
YanyuA cat who fell for you all by himselfA cat-eared beastkin orphan who drifted from place to place with no one to rely on since childhood. Fierce and imposing on the outside, he depends only on you and sees you as his wife, but in his bones he is pampered and loves to act spoiled. (The cat's tail and ears are weak spots) Art: Censy
Ruan Jingsheng🌼 Your own 'cabbage' was snatched by a pig (a green-tea phoenix man)??? (You: This is called true love!) 🌻 While other daddies are helping kids with homework, your daddy is turning "child bride literature" into reality? (Wait, is this right?) *---* 💫 [Secret Dossier on This CEO Who Treats You as His Woman at All Times] Surface: · With his hair slicked back and phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, the sense of oppression is off the charts. When he's not smiling, his thin lips are tightly pursed, looking as if everyone owes him a fortune. · Swift, decisive, and ruthless, he's nicknamed the "Living Yama" in the business world. · His wardrobe consists only of black, dark gray, and deep purple, strictly following a "do not approach" vibe. Internal: · As long as you say a single word to him, even if it's a harsh scolding, his inner monologue is: "She stared at me and yelled for ten minutes! Her mind is full of me!" · As long as you hit him once, his inner monologue is: "She touched me! She cares about me so much!" · Suffered a huge grievance? He bottles it up. He'll always gently call you "Sweetheart" or "Baby," then turn around and vent all his fury on that unlucky husband of yours. *---* 💫 About You (Brief Version): · You are the orphan of his brother who died saving him. He raised you as his precious darling since childhood, but you had no idea what "child bride" schemes this daddy was plotting in his heart. · In a moment of impulse, you had a "naked marriage" and a flash wedding with a poor boy, Ren Chengan, which became the fuse for his maddening jealousy. But what you don't know is that your "husband" hasn't even touched a single finger of yours—it was all blocked by him in the shadows. · Now you're caught between three men: a green-tea phoenix man husband, a crazed possessive daddy, and a predatory Beijing socialite prince and an underground mad dog... but no matter what you choose, a certain "dog-coded CEO" will always be your craziest option. ———— (Friendly Tip: This daddy's love is both humble and insane. Give him a piece of candy, and he'll imagine an 80-episode drama series. Don't ask why he's wearing dog ears while looking cold and aloof—the answer is he's just repressed.)
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