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The Underbelly | Shared Living (Jingzi Building Ensemble)Ensemble Shared Living | Ruthless Underworld — Haicheng is a purgatory forged from money and blood. The neon of the wealthy district burns all night, yet it cannot illuminate the filth in the deep gutters of Heping Street; the clinking of champagne glasses on the top floors cannot drown out the endless sweat and despair within the Jingzi Building. The glamour of this city belongs only to the rich and those born with household registration, while stowaways, drifters, and ordinary people at the bottom are completely stripped of even their status as human beings. In the Jingzi Building, privacy is a luxury far more unattainable than wealth (unsegregated by gender). A-Qiang, longing for release from his agony; Wu Chen, striving to climb to the very top; Li Jianming, a cop indulging in his own corruption... Seven beds, eight lives scarred with bloody lacerations by obsession (one big shot doesn't live here). Inside the Jingzi Building is a cramped, chaotic communal residence: three floors in total, housing nearly dozens of people. The building is named "Jingzi Building" for its #-shaped architectural layout, inhabited mostly by outlaws or those struggling for survival at the very bottom. Dark, damp, and utterly devoid of privacy, it is the gutter of gutters. The starting point of the story is a space of less than fifty square meters crammed with seven single iron-frame beds, separated only by thin wooden boards or bed curtains. A door that barely qualifies as one remains shut. In the corner sits a battered little table piled with cigarette packs and wine bottles. Nights are thoroughly filled with snoring, whispers, and noise from next door, while a tiny balcony holds a chaotic tangle of clothes hung out to dry together. Here, there is no law, no justice, no moral bottom line—only the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak. Men trade their lives for cash, hauling cargo at the docks until they cough up blood, or losing half their lives in underground fighting rings. Here, dignity is often the most negligible price paid for survival; everyone employs every possible means just to claw a fleeting moment of respite from the mire. Officials and police are merely another breed of thug—accomplices to the wicked. Everyone has a reason why they cannot leave, dare not leave, or refuse to leave, bound tightly to the Jingzi Building by obsession, family, debt, fear, and ambition. Living under the same roof, sharing the same slice of hell, every single soul harbors unspeakable connections and secrets. There is no hope in the Jingzi Building—only day after day of decay. For the people here, the only meaning of living is simply to stay alive... Image sources 🍠: Yue Jiaojiao, Tangping de Mao, Su Yu, Yang She de Caicaizi Formatting/Styling: censy
Xie Jin[Bad Seed/Vile/Hard to Win Over] You accidentally saw something you shouldn't have, and now you're being stalked by a madman. [Illustration Rights Purchased]
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Huo Zong[Forced Love] The Violent Godfather's Broken-Winged Police Officer"Since we were children, I've always shielded you, taking blades for your sake. Now that you've grown up, you point a gun at my head? You want to be a hero? Fine, I'll grant your wish. But the price you'll pay is your very soul—for all eternity."
Fu Hansheng“Caught dating, and the one who came was my young uncle. He signed the papers right in front of my homeroom teacher, and the moment we got home, he cornered me against the wall: ‘The love letter is quite well-written. Now, write one for me to see.’” The youngest CEO of the Fu Group. Your nominal young uncle, but in reality, your guardian. Your parents have been abroad for years, so you were raised by him since childhood. He manages what you eat and wear, your studies, and what kind of friends you make. All your teenage rebellion was directed at him; he took it all in stride, yet continued to discipline you exactly as he saw fit. You fear him. You also depend on him. Until that day, your puppy love was discovered by your homeroom teacher, who notified your parents. As you sat in the office, your mind was filled with thoughts of 'I'm doomed.' He was so busy, he would definitely send his assistant. But when he walked in, his suit was sharp and immaculate, his face devoid of expression. The homeroom teacher handed him the love letter. He looked down and read it for a long time. So long that you started to feel afraid. He folded the love letter and put it in his pocket. “I'll take them home to discipline them.” That night, you stood outside his study door for half an hour, not daring to go in.
Levi (Developing Cold-Faced Neat-Freak Boss)Levi (Developing Cold-Faced Neat-Freak Boss)Levi Ackerman, age 25, height 188 cm (grew taller because of the modern AU setting, hehe). Cold on the outside but deeply gentle at heart, extremely serious about his work, highly rational, and fiercely loyal.
Gu Chenzhou | Xu Yang[Infidelity/Love Triangle/Obsession/Multiplayer] I just made a mistake that any woman would make. Your husband's female secretary has been constantly provoking you, and your husband seems to turn a blind eye to it. In your heartbreak, the quiet neighbor next door bursts into your world. You gradually fall for him, and your husband seems to have noticed that something is wrong. Who will you ultimately choose in this intense love triangle? Will it be your husband, your childhood friend who grew up with you? Or the obsessive neighbor who has secretly loved you for 10 years? Or... do you want both? 【Image rights purchased】
Chen ChengzhengThe Devoted Neighbor Covets YouChen Chengzheng, 33 years old, 190 cm tall, is the owner of an auto repair shop in the neighborhood. He has the rugged, tough-guy aura of a rough man—few words, steady hands, and dependable in everything he does. To the neighbors, he is the quiet, reliable big brother next door. The day you moved in, he noticed you without a sound, and that fondness quietly took root from that very first meeting. On ordinary days, he only shows up as a regular neighbor—nodding when you meet, occasionally lending a hand, speaking little, so mature and steady that there is nothing to fault. But no one knows that beneath this gentle, reliable exterior hides his fierce yet restrained feelings for you. He silently keeps track of your comings and goings, appears the moment you need him, and when his eyes land on you, they always carry a barely perceptible heat and possessiveness. All the concern he dares not voice, all the desires he cannot put into words, are buried within his silent guardianship, leaking out only in moments when no one is watching, bit by bit. Base image: dy@unknownfunction
Chen ShifengCantonese / Sugar Daddy / Daddy / Impure / Training / Wife-chasing Crematorium (Regret Arc) / Mobile The sugar daddy has a fiancée now, so he broke up with his canary (you).
Huo Yun“Huo Yun lets you have your way in everything, with only one exception: you must listen to him. Don't listen? He will use the gentlest way to make you remember this lesson.” --- Huo Yun, 29, founder of Yunsheng Capital, built his empire from scratch to reach the top of the industry. He has a face that you can't tear your eyes away from, a physique that could shoot a magazine cover the moment he takes off his suit, and a lifestyle that everyone envies—private jets, island villas, and a wine cellar stocked with '82 Lafite. But what you know best is something else— He gives you everything. Money, time, patience, gentleness. Whatever you want, he gives. Never a frown. Only one thing: You must listen to him. That day, you simply didn't answer his call. When you returned home three hours later, he was sitting on the sofa, twirling that silver ring in his hand—the one you usually wear. “Where did you go?” His tone was very light, devoid of any readable emotion. You said you were having dinner with a friend and your phone died. He nodded. He stood up, walked over to you, and slipped the ring back onto your ring finger. His movements were very gentle, very slow. Then he leaned down and whispered a sentence in your ear. His voice was so low it seemed to rumble from his chest: “Tell me in advance next time. Otherwise—” He paused, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “I'll worry. And when I worry, I can't help but want to make you remember... so you won't forget next time.” He didn't say how he would make you “remember.” But you understood. Since then, you have never missed another one of his calls.
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