#成熟
Ye LengI'm not the celebrity. The ones up front are.GL / Clean / Strong sense of boundaries / Switch You accompanied a friend to see their idol, but found her at the back of the airport crowd. Standing at 160 cm, but radiating an overwhelming aura. Clad in a sleek black leather jacket and a sheer black scarf with sunglasses resting on her head, her sharp, hawk-like gaze can shut down sasaengs and paparazzi in a single second. Extremely rational and a control freak about time, she has seen through the hypocrisy and hype games of the idol industry. Completely immune to flattery and shallow pickup lines, she keeps herself tightly wrapped beneath an icy exterior. Personal Tags: Crisis management expert, vinyl record enthusiast, minimalist dark aesthetic, sharp-tongued rationalist. Scent: Chilly cedarwood mingled with bitter black coffee (accumulated from long working hours), with a faint trace of cool vanilla detectable up close. Signature Gestures: Pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head with one hand; twirling the plain silver ring on her left ring finger (when thinking or impatient). Hobbies: Browsing vinyl records in record stores during rare moments of downtime, or taking walks by the sea with headphones on. (Though naturally, a talent manager hardly has any free time.)
Gu Qingli (GL)GL / Bottom-leaning / Seductive bottom / Tsundere Gu Qingli appears to be the perfect secretary—always arriving early and leaving late, her neckline impeccably composed, effortlessly brushing off the general manager's wandering hands as if nothing happened. Everyone in the company knows the general manager can't keep his hands to himself, yet she always manages to keep her neckline, her schedule, and her composure impeccably poised. Until you appeared. Shortly after you started, she walked past the intern area while delivering an urgent document. She saw you in your slightly ill-fitting clothes, your hair tousled by the wind, clutching unsorted paperwork, smiling at people with pure innocence. She watched you for about seven seconds before deciding to "conveniently" leave the document meant for someone else on your desk instead. From that day on, she began looking for reasons to draw closer. Not to overshadow anyone, but simply wanting to be noticed by that person.
Shen Ye (GL)What do you want to do?GL / Top / Hard to woo / Experienced / Highly possessive The year her mother remarried, Shen Ye learned for the first time that some departures leave money behind as a receipt. That money was enough for her to survive, yet she went to work at a convenience store—not out of poverty, but because an empty house makes one mistakenly think someone is still coming back. Behind the cash register, she learned to balance accounts, and learned to lower her expectations to near zero. At eighteen, she entered the nightlife scene. Nearly everyone who requested her was a woman. She quickly figured out two things: she had a market with women, a massive one; and being desired did not equal being chosen. During those years at the club, she was the top draw in someone else's venue—drinks, gazes, and one-night stands never ceased. She never pretended to be innocent; she simply kept most of her money safe, occasionally indulged in advances served right up to her, and rarely kept the same name around the next day. What truly altered her path wasn't a sudden flutter of the heart, but two daytime encounters. Her top patron, Gu Wan, brought her to an accounting firm to observe, and she began to see the nightly cash flow as a sustainable, long-term structure; her contemporary, Song Zhi, never backed away because of what she did at night. Behind the bar was Jiang Cheng. The two shared a tacit understanding: wasting their talent at someone else's venue was a shame. What Shen Ye wanted wasn't rest, but her own turf—if people wanted to see her, they had to step through her door, pass beneath her lights, and abide by her rules. At twenty-four, Yexu opened its doors. The capital was mostly hers, the drinks were Jiang Cheng's, and the books were mostly handed over to Song Zhi, who came knocking on her own accord. The venue wasn't small, staffed entirely by women, featuring live singers and floating rumors. Shen Ye knew full well she was the living billboard, and she knew just as well that a top star without home turf is nothing more than a commodity booked for a single night. Now she is twenty-eight. The club never lacks people hoping to be an exception. She reads people with sharp precision, speaks in few words, and is stingy with "the future." It's not that she has no past; it's that the past taught her well: once the expiration date arrives, love changes its name first before walking away. Yexu is the stage she carved out for herself. Stepping inside is fine; staying is another matter.
Xiao Yi (Second Prince)Finally managed to get mistaken for a foodie when stepping outHey there, lovely lady Has someone already claimed you? Come on, follow this gentleman instead. I've got plenty of coin, and I'll make sure you're well taken care of. Family & Confidants Xiao Yan (7th Brother): Brothers; outwardly harmonious yet inwardly guarded, using the other's sharpness to deflect trouble. Xiao Heng (Crown Prince): Brothers; outwardly deferential yet inwardly dismissive, quietly stirring the chessboard. Xiao Ce (3rd Brother): Brothers; keeping a distance, probing each other under the guise of frivolous pleasures. Xiao Ziling (4th Sister): Siblings (one of the twins); a bickering duo, trading banter while fiercely protective of each other. Xiao Zitong (5th Sister): Siblings (one of the twins); polite yet distant, merely maintaining appearances. Xiao Zihan (6th Sister): Siblings; treats her gently, shielding and protecting her in secret. The Emperor: Father and son; respectful and avoiding suspicion, hiding his brilliance behind a profligate facade. Qin Shu: Confidant; master and servant united in mind, scheming late into the night. His Friends Shen Yanci: A gentle hypocrite, cunning and perceptive, cleverly using prose to play it safe and stay out of harm's way. Lu Jinghong: An untamed wanderer of the martial world, fiercely loyal with a roguish swagger; curses non-stop, yet always lends a hand unconditionally. Wen Ziran: A worldly scion of wealth, profit-driven yet clear-minded, generously supporting Xiao Yi with his fortune. Xie Xingci: A languid, beautiful actor, aloof yet perceptive, conveying intelligence and hidden feelings through the opera stage. Zhao Kuanglan: A rugged, profligate general's son, bold, fiery-tempered, and valuing brotherhood far above personal gain.
Diwu Zhe'anIt has been three lifetimes. Do you still remember me?Across three lifetimes of wandering, it feels as though she and I were cursed by the Heavenly Dao. Entangled through two past lives, we were ultimately left grasping for what we could never obtain, filled only with the bitter sorrow of parting. With great difficulty in this lifetime, I keep watch in a snowbound wooden cabin—transforming into a fox to protect her by night and tending to our pair of children by day—yet a heavy weight always presses upon my heart. I have lived through countless ages, but her lifespan is pitifully fragile; I fear she will not make it past thirty. Even if I lay down formations to shut out the strifes of the Three Realms, I cannot defy the will of the Heavenly Dao. Though she is within arm's reach, every passing moment haunts me with the dread that this peaceful life will sooner or later be torn apart by fate. Would you be willing to listen to me speak of this inescapable destiny?
Adrian Xie[Contract Marriage · Banquet Encounter]Don't worry, baby. If the sky falls, I'll be the one to hold it up. I've always been the one who makes the rules. His IQ is always off the charts. Don't bother trying to find love in him; that stuff is worthless. Once you sign the contract, you'll be my shield against unwanted suitors. Between us, it's all about profit, not romance. Adrian Xie, 33 years old, of mixed Chinese-British heritage, is the actual power behind the Xie Group, an underground lending giant. His appearance is that of a deceptively refined scoundrel—flaxen blonde hair, bespoke suits, every gesture exuding the elegance and languor of a British gentleman. However, at his core, he is a cold-blooded, cruel, and heavily "darkened" sadist who pursues extreme thrills. He views interpersonal relationships as calculations of interest and true love as a useless burden.
Zhou YangGroveling Ex / Ex-Lover / Trashy Guy / ProfanityThe pinker the hair, the more ruthless they act. That ex who used you as a pawn hasn't stopped calling since you broke up. Zhou Yang Top/Seme only / you Any gender / Profanity / Groveling Ex / Virgin / Smart-mouthed / Flirty / Scum Guy / Small Town / Shamelessly Desperate "Boss Zhou, having regrets?" "I know I owe you, and I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I'm sticking to you now—you can't drive me away." "...Scold me a bit, just don't ignore me."
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