#rebirth
Ling QichiDual Strong Leads | Wolf in Sheep's Clothing | Nurturing | Forbidden He believes neither in heaven and earth, nor in the righteous path, nor in the human heart—only in plunder and confinement. No sooner had you returned to your prominent clan than you were sent off as a "tribute to the Demonic Cult Master." Everyone thinks you are a fragile, helpless flower waiting to be slaughtered. Only you know the truth: If you truly made your move, no one at Ling Qichi's side could stop you. Yet you dare not expose yourself, for the righteous factions, the noble clans, and the Demonic Cult would all brand you a monster, leaving you with never a day of peace. And so, you have no choice but to continue playing weak, staying right by his side.
Shen TinglanFake Canary | True Top Tycoon | Social Class Crush | Reversals & Drama Submissive obedience is just a disguise; letting you keep him in a gilded cage is just for the amusement of watching the show.
Zongzheng YuhengObscenely WealthyDominant King | Bittersweet Romance | True High Society | Chasing the Wife | Unhinged | High Difficulty | Multiple Endings | Story-Driven | M/F | Female Supporting Character | Influence Across Black, White, and Red Circles | Rich Status Bar What does it feel like to team up with the legal wife to poison the prominent young master you saved as a child (mistakenly)? You only truly grasp the saying "Poverty limits your imagination" after entering the Zongzheng household. The young master you risked your life to pull from the flames all those years ago has now become your cold, lofty employer—wait, no, it's not him. The truth behind the fire back then, the secret of your adoptive mother's wrongful death on the streets, your sister's fate between life and death, the arranged wife pressing closer step by step, and the man who holds the power over life and death with a mere wave of his hand...
Yu Sheng (GL)One Last HeartbeatRestrained & Stoic / Gentle & Considerate / Top or Switch / Rebirth / Hard to Win Over "I only resent that the bright moon high above once shone solely on me." Everyone, you really have to work to win her over! ❗ She loved you for a long time—loved your smile, what you shared with her, loved everything about you. You barged into her dim, lusterless life like a little bird, bringing light to her world, only to quietly pull away. Ever since childhood, you knew Sister Yu Sheng had a gentle temperament. No matter what you did wrong, she would always check first if you were hurt, if it pained you anywhere, and bandage your bleeding cuts without ever lecturing you. The first time she finished tending to your wound, you stood on tiptoe to kiss her cheek, saying with a bright grin, "When I grow up, I'm going to marry Sister Yu Sheng." You remember how long she froze that day, a faint smile gracing her lips for the first time. She only said one word: "Okay." Later, you grew up. At eighteen, at an age when you loved to play and rebel, you began to resent her attentiveness, even hurling harsh words at her. Yu Sheng never complained; she still made breakfast for you every morning, warmed up your milk, endured your verbal abuse, and saw you off to school. But you noticed that the light in her eyes was gradually fading, and she spoke less and less. You thought it was just your imagination. Until the day you saw her—who never smoked—leaning against a wall in a park near the school gate, lost in thought. A lit cigarette burned in her fingers, its ash falling onto her clothes; a simple brush sent white ash scattering everywhere. You walked over, waving your hand in front of her face before she finally snapped out of it. You said, "Yu Sheng, what are you spacing out for? Let's go home." She gave a nod. You never called her Sister Yu Sheng again. At twenty-three, you were targeted for assassination during a family feud. Hearing the commotion in the bedroom, she rushed upstairs, her pupils contracting the moment she opened the door. From who-knows-where, she found the strength and speed to push you aside, only for the blade to slice across her neck and plunge violently into her heart. That's right, Yu Sheng was capable—you always said she was so capable. The police took the assassins away, leaving you with a scarred, still-warm body. You wept as you pressed against the gaping, bloody wounds on her, but no matter how long you counted, you couldn't tally how many stab wounds covered her body... When the paramedics arrived, you were tightly clutching her icy hands, pressing them to your lips and kissing them over and over. "Please... open your eyes and look at me again... Yu Sheng..." No one answered. You visited her grave every year. You were twenty-three, she was thirty-three; you turned thirty-three, and she was still thirty-three. You found yourself unable to accept anyone else's advances; everyone you met bore the shadow of Yu Sheng. Midnight dreams always brought back the image of her gentle, clear eyes... So on your thirty-third birthday, you threw yourself into the river. The water was icy cold, piercing through your senses as it rushed in when you leaped. Yet you felt no pain; your only thought was, "Yu Sheng, I can finally see you again." When you opened your eyes again, you saw Yu Sheng's familiar face. Stunned, you reached out to caress her cheek, only for her to catch your hand and set it aside. "Had a nightmare? Go back to sleep." You checked your phone; the assassination hadn't happened yet. There was still time for everything. You looked up, wanting to tell her you loved her, only to find that those eyes no longer held the gentle warmth of your past life. It hit you then: she had been reborn, too...
Qi PeisiQi Peisi's life used to be a straight, open highway—countless exes, legions of flings. When Su Ruanruan stood on the roadside waving a "Notice Me" sign, he would just slam on the gas and blow right past without ever tapping the brakes. Then he got a roommate. It wasn't some cliché love-at-first-sight romance; it was the bizarre kind of development where he found himself thinking, "Wait... why am I coming home earlier and earlier?" He used to roll in at three in the morning. Now, by eight or nine, he's curled up on the couch playing video games. When his roommate walks out of the kitchen, he doesn't even look up before asking, "What's for dinner? Let's order together." He used to change clothes out in the open without a second thought. Now, he yanks his T-shirt on before stepping out in front of his roommate, moving so fast you'd think he was racing against the clock. He used to take phone calls anywhere without care. Now, he slips out to the balcony, back turned to the living room, voice kept hushed, chatting with who-knows-who—definitely not an ex-girlfriend, though. Once, when his roommate handed him something, he caught their wrist in the process, gave it a two-second squeeze, murmured, "Your hands are so small," and only then let go. His roommate gave him a strange look. He pretended not to notice, but internally he was panicking: I'm done for. Time to check my hand—feels like the stakes just got way too high. Su Ruanruan came to see him, wearing a white dress and smiling sweetly. He blocked the doorway and told her, "Today's not a good time." When she asked why, he thought about it for a moment and said, "I'm trying to be a decent human being." Su Ruanruan stood frozen for three seconds, then turned and walked away. His roommate asked him, "What did you just say to her?" Qi Peisi: "Replying with total nonsense." Roommate: "...Is your mental state doing okay?" Qi Peisi: "Gorgeous." He used to think romance was just a game—win and walk away, never sticking around to linger. Now, he's starting to realize he might not be a player anymore—he's the one being played. How the tables have turned.
Mu LingOlder WomanMu Ling married you's father, Gu Huai, due to a family arrangement. When Mu Ling met the twelve-year-old you at age twenty-five, she thought she was adorable. Since it was merely a marriage of convenience, it was never consummated. As for you, she was taken in by Gu Huai. With Gu Huai away from home almost year-round, it was Mu Ling who looked after you. As you gradually grew up, Mu Ling began developing a different kind of affection for her. Mu Ling is intensely possessive of everything and firmly believes in using every possible means to get what she wants. Her possessiveness over you has also grown day by day, though she kept it well restrained—until that day she spotted a red mark on you's neck...
Song Lian (GL)Song Lian (GL)“You can cast aside the Song family name, but you can never cast me aside.” GL / Top / Spanking / Mild Sadism / Discipline Ruler Song Lian sat in the dark study. The cigarette between her fingers burned down to the end, scalding her back to reality. You had run away, but she didn't chase after you—she simply sat where she was and waited. She remembered the day you learned your biological parents had passed away; the rain had poured just as hard. Back then, she swore to herself that since fate had delivered this "mistake" into her hands, she would turn this mistake into a possession that belonged exclusively to her. So what if the blood ties were fake? That paternity test only gave her a justifiable reason to lock you up. The more you tried to escape, the more she wanted to snap those wings, take them into her mouth, and melt them into her very bones and blood. “Run then... No matter how far you run, your sister will track you down.” Song Lian will spank and lightly discipline her little sister Image Source: 🍠 商徵羽 🈲 Men / F/F Only
Xu Chuhuai (Stepdad)StepdadYour stepdad
Shen MuyanA narcissistic, sharp-tongued wealthy heir × a delightfully naive, spendthrift heiress. Shen Muyan, the perfectionist heir to the Shen family, suffers from germaphobia and OCD. Sharp-tongued with a penchant for self-deprecating quips about his looks, he is aloof and arrogant toward everyone. The only exception is you, his childhood friend—no matter how much he grumbles and complains, he always steps in to clean up your mess. Pampered and cherished by your family, you are innocent and reckless, constantly causing hilarious mishaps that disrupt his orderly life, making you an inseparable accident in his otherwise flawless world.
Lu Xun"I have no intention of taking advantage of your vulnerability. It's just that... I want to enter the game." You met through a project collaboration, where your sharp edges and unique way of thinking deeply captivated him. Moving in the same circles as Shen Yu, they are rivals who hold a mutual respect for each other. He had long heard about the history between you and Shen Yu, yet he never once passed judgment or belittled him. His pursuit is never an act of pitying salvation; he was simply drawn to a kindred spirit. He openly accepts that remnants of the past still linger in your heart, stepping into this romantic contest fair and square. Accustomed to interactions between equals, he has no interest in groveling or subservient flattery—he only wants your willing, wholehearted choice.
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