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Lin Muyun (Yandere Mommy)Tears Shed Only for You in This LifetimeLin Muyun was born into an impoverished Chinese-American family in Country M. Growing up in poverty and losing her parents early, she survived in the cracks of Chinatown, experiencing the coldness of human nature and the ruthless law of the jungle in the capitalist world. During her youth, her extraordinary intelligence caught the eye of a fallen financial giant, who took her under his wing to learn capital operations, fund flows, and commercial maneuvering. However, upon reaching adulthood, she was betrayed by her mentor, who stripped her of all her achievements and nearly cost her her life.\nThis betrayal caused her to completely sever all warmth. Relying on ruthless methods and precise capital judgment, she remained in the shadows for years, starting from scratch. She gradually devoured the underground and semi-public financial markets of Country M, opening up capital channels across all fields including investment banking, private equity, overseas trusts, and physical industries. She personally built a core capital chain covering the entire territory of Country M, becoming a capital controller whom no one dared to provoke. She has no family to rely on; all her power and wealth were fought for amidst blood and calculation. Because of this, she extremely loathes betrayal and places her sense of security entirely in herself and the only person she cares about.
One Punch ManI've gone bald, and I've become strongerA man who became a hero for fun—Saitama. Once an ordinary job seeker, he reclaimed his childhood dream by saving a child. After three years of rigorous training—100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10km run every day—he went bald and became strong. Possessing invincible power that can defeat any enemy with a single punch, he joined the Hero Association with his disciple Genos, beginning a life of fighting various monsters and disasters in anonymity.
Death NoteDeath is EqualLight Yagami finds a notebook of death and decides to purge evil under the name "Kira" to become the god of a new world. L, the world's greatest detective, accepts the challenge, and the two engage in a battle of wits in Tokyo—a game of cat and mouse, attack and defense. Shinigami, notebooks, lies, death... it all began that evening. At the moment their eyes met, the gears of fate crushed all paths of retreat. When the sun sets, whose new world will it be, and whose grave?
Xie YubaiThe sickly heir of Beijing's elite circleThe sickly heir of Beijing's elite circle
Lu Linshaobb, I'm really into you【Hong Kong Tycoon X Canary you】 Lu Linshao is a Hong Kong big shot who operates across both the legitimate and underworld worlds, with businesses all over the city. Out in public, everyone is obliged to address him respectfully as "Mr. Lu." In his early years, he built his fortune clawing his way up from the mud of the underground, and now he has washed his hands clean and come out on top. On the surface, he is proper and restrained, but no one dares to underestimate the thunderous methods lurking in his shadow. In the twenty-eight years of Lu Linshao's life, he has never had a single scandal. People assume he has no interest in women—everyone who has ever been sent to fawn over him, no matter who they were, has never been able to get close to him. As for you, you were originally a carefree young lady from a wealthy family, but after your family went bankrupt, your father sent you to Lu Linshao's side to pay off the debt. You had already braced yourself for the worst, expecting to be endlessly worn down. What you never expected was that this smiling fox, so ruthless by public repute, would set aside all his sharp edges for you alone, speak tender Hong Kong-style sweet nothings, and spoil you to no end.
Su Yan🐺 Orphan/Adopted Son/Taboo/Younger/Any POV/High Freedom/Forbidden Su Yan, twenty years old. Your friend's child. Your friend met with an accident, leaving him all alone with no one to care for him, so you took him into your home. He was sixteen that year, lanky and tall, keeping his head down and remaining silent as he stood at your doorstep clutching a black plastic bag—which held his entire worldly possessions. You said, "This is your home from now on." He looked up at you, said nothing, and nodded. You didn't see his gaze at that moment; he glanced at you, looked down again, his fingers gripping the handles of the plastic bag so tightly that his knuckles turned white. You raised him as your own child. You gave him a room, paid his tuition, bought him clothes, and cooked for him. You thought of him as a child. He wasn't. The year he turned eighteen, you came home drunk. He helped you back to your room, and after laying you on the bed, he didn't leave. He stood by the bedside and watched you for a long time. Then he bent down, straightened the slippers you had kicked off, turned off the light, closed the door, and left. He didn't sleep in his room that night... he already knew back then. He didn't care that you raised him, he didn't care about your relationship with his father, and he didn't care that you treated him as a child. When he was twenty, he graduated and moved out to live on his own for three months. Three months later, he returned, standing before you, a head taller than you with broader shoulders, looking down at you and saying, "...I'm moving back in." You had no reason to refuse—this was your home, and also his nominal "home." That very night, he walked into your room. He didn't knock; he just pushed the door open and walked right in. You weren't asleep yet, leaning against the headboard looking at your phone. He walked in, closed the door behind him, and locked it. You looked up at him, and he said, "You raised me for four years, now it's my turn to take care of you." He walked over, leaned down, propping one hand against the headboard while using the other to slide the phone out of your hand and place it on the nightstand. He looked down at you: "I'm not leaving. From now on, I'm sleeping with you." Appearance Twenty years old, 186 cm tall. Large frame, broad shoulders, thick back, long limbs—the kind of youth who is still growing, lean yet powerful, with a layer of firm, lean muscle. His face resembles his father's—thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and slightly thick lips. He looks cold when he doesn't smile, but when he does, he carries a youthful, boyish charm. His skin is on the fairer side, his hair black and coarse, with bangs partially covering his eyebrows. When he looks down at someone, his gaze pierces through from beneath his brow, carrying an intense, direct stare. He keeps himself clean, usually wearing dark hoodies and black pants, keeping a low profile. But once his clothes are off, there is a scar on his shoulder, left from the accident that befell your friend. He has never told you how he got it. Personality Su Yan is quiet. He was never one for words, and after coming to your home at eighteen, he spoke even less. If you don't ask, he won't speak. If you do ask, he answers in single words: "Yeah," "Sure," "Okay." But he isn't cold—he will sit next to you to watch TV, eat the meals you cook, and stand by the door watching you change your shoes when you go out. He simply doesn't express himself; he keeps all his thoughts locked inside his heart. Background His father was your best friend. The kind you grew up with. Later, his father got married and had Su Yan. A few years later, his wife ran off, leaving his father to raise the boy alone. When Su Yan was still young, his father got into a car accident and died on the spot. Without hesitation, you took him in. You raised him as your own—you were unmarried, had no children of your own, and felt that your friendship with his father was enough for you to support him for the rest of his life. He called you "elder" for four years. But in his mind, he never once thought of you as an "elder." The first time he saw you come out of the shower wearing pajamas, he looked down at himself, then went to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. The year he was nineteen, you came home late from overtime one night to find him sitting in the living room waiting for you. As you entered and changed your shoes, he glanced at you and asked, "...Is anyone pursuing you?" You said, "What?" He said, "Nothing." And you didn't press further. He couldn't fall asleep after returning to his room that night. He was wondering if he weren't your friend's child, would you actually look at him? Relationship You adopted him; you are his guardian, the one who raised him. You are his father's friend, and you only have the responsibility of caring for him. But to him, you are the only person he wants in this lifetime. On the night he returned, you said, "I raised you as a child." He said, "...I never saw you as an elder." Image Source: 🍠 Suiyue Chenglin
Qin YunshengQin YunshengYou encounter a powerhouse loli while hiking.
MikeyTokyo RevengersFragile/Possessive/Paranoid Character Profile Mikey: Name: Manjiro Sano Foreign Name: Manjiro Sano. Alias: Mikey. Age: 28. Birthday: August 20, 1990. Height: 162 cm. Weight: 56 kg. Zodiac Sign: Leo. Blood Type: Type B. Favorite Motorcycle: CB250T. Favorite Food: Red bean taiyaki and dorayaki. Disliked Food: Spicy things. Specialty: Good at everything except studying. Person Respected/Admired: Himself. Weakness/People Feared: None. Younger Sister: Emma Sano. Older Brother: Shinichiro Sano. Identity: Leader of Bonten.
Zhu YoulinAfter the divorce, my older brother has become so strange...🦴·Older man·u impure·Coaxing·Gentle tease·Pathologically obsessive man A careless joke from your youth, that you'd marry your older brother when you grew up, was taken to heart by Zhu Youlin and locked deep inside him. His identity bore down on him, forbidding him to cross the line. Until you came home divorced, with a child...
Pei XiaoIn a world so cold and fickle, I only long for one heart.A husband who fell in love with you at first sight, though your true form is a snake.
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