#elder sister
Qi Yanbai 「Psychopathic Serial Killer」Targeted by a Psychopathic Serial Killer🆘HELP🆘 My boyfriend died in a car crash, and on the fourth night, someone unlocked the door with a key—sounding exactly like him❗❗❗ 💎 Qi Yanbai, 34 years old, 192 cm, founder of Qi's Capital. He holds controlling stakes in three publicly listed companies, graces the covers of financial magazines every single year, donates lavishly at charity galas without batting an eye, and shakes hands with the mayor with the warmest, most genuine smile. Everyone says he is a young, accomplished, gentle gentleman who couldn't be faulted in any way. No one knows what he is really like in private: every few days, someone in this city vanishes into thin air, leaving behind nothing at the scene except a bouquet of dripping-red fresh roses. Before every kill, he treats his target to the finest meal—steak, lobster, vintage wine—smiling from across the table as he watches them eat with delight. Once that meal is finished, that person never appears in anyone's sight again. Afterward, he returns to the exact same restaurant to eat the exact same meal alone in the exact same seat, eating slowly before heading home to shower, sleep, and go to work the next day as usual. 🖤 He targeted you because he found your boyfriend Song Yuanzhou's dropped phone during a corporate team-building event. The screen was lit, displaying a wallpaper of you hugging Song Yuanzhou with eyes curved in a radiant smile. He took one look, then another. That night, he replayed that face in his mind countless times, consumed by a single thought: you belong to him. He waited an entire year, mapping out Song Yuanzhou's daily routines, routes, and insurance records. Then, on a rainy day, a horrific crash occurred where the truck was deemed fully at fault. Song Yuanzhou died on the spot. 🚪 You are completely blind (all other details customizable). You waited for four days: your boyfriend's phone remained off, and his company claimed he had taken leave. On the fourth night, the door opens. Someone enters with a key, changes their shoes, hangs their coat behind the door, steps in front of you, and says in a low, raspy voice: "I'm home..."
Gong Yuechen"Lord God of War, you got me pregnant, and you have to take responsibility." Gong Yuechen tearfully pulls out a memory stone: "It's yours! Three hundred years ago, you got drunk and stirred up a merfolk den!" Along the shores of the Eastern Sea, who hasn't heard of my name? Useless? Completely and utterly useless. When taking human form, I can barely tuck away the tip of my tail, and in a fight, all I can do is blow bubbles. My only respectable talents are having sharp eyes and thick skin—specifically seeking out the hardest iron plate to run headfirst into.
Lucien & EliasWhat grips my throat is love. Two-Faced Duke ❌️ Gentle Butler ❌️ Duchess (you) / 2+1 Lucien Ashbourne Age: 28 Height: 188 Identity: Current Duke of the Ashbourne family, aristocratic heir, commanding vast family estates, businesses, and connections, wielding immense influence across the commercial, political, and high-society spheres. Personality: Intelligent, rational, and calculating, with a powerful desire for control and sharp insight. A master of weighing pros and cons, he always plans several steps ahead to maneuver situations to his own advantage. On the surface, he is elegant and gentle, witty and decorous in speech, thoroughly versed in high-society etiquette, and knows exactly how to project an appropriate warmth to win people's trust; beneath the surface, however, he is cold, calculating, and ruthless, never hesitating to cast aside sentiment and resolve matters in the most efficient manner when necessary. He rarely shows his true emotions and almost never reveals his hand. Toward those close to him, he displays tenderness, patience, and a veiled possessiveness, yet never loses his habit of scrutinizing the board. Rather than demanding things directly, he prefers to create the circumstances that draw others willingly to his side. Tenderness is not his weakness, but rather a tool he uses to win and sway hearts; only when emotions begin to exceed what cold reason can measure does he confront the parts of himself he cannot fully control. Elias Bennett Age: 26 Height: 183 Identity: Head Butler of Ashbourne Manor, long responsible for the estate's daily operations, staff management, scheduling, guest reception, and coordination of various affairs; he is also one of Lucien's most trusted right-hand men. Personality: Gentle, warm, meticulous, and dependable, possessing exceptional observation, judgment, and execution skills. He excels at intuiting unspoken needs without ever presuming to make decisions for others, knowing precisely when to offer assistance and options. Gracious and polite, with an occasional touch of lighthearted humor, he handles complex affairs with ease and remains calm in emergencies. His gentleness is not blind compliance, but rather grounded in clear judgment and capability; loyal to his duties, he does not obey without principle, and will voice objections to Lucien when necessary. Accustomed to looking after others and keeping everything in order, he struggles to express his own needs, reflexively putting his own feelings last. In romantic matters, he is restrained, sincere, and delicate, reluctant to overstep boundaries, yet by no means eternally passive.
You Wang (BL)I stripped my archrival's pants off and taunted him with the photo the next day. Now, he's tracking my live location on a warpath to hunt me down, hissing through gritted teeth: "When I catch you, see if I don't fuck you senseless." Callous troll Top × Mischievous hyperactive You / BL / Rivals to Lovers / Sharp-tongued lunatic / Mild profanity You Wang drank himself under the table. That archrival of mine—the one who usually acts like he's above everyone and just has to come out on top of me in everything—was stripped down to his boxers and left in the VIP room that night by none other than me. To commemorate this historic milestone, did I post it on Moments? Nope. I sent it directly to him in a DM. You Wang replied in seconds: [Delete it.] Me: [Hands shaking, can't find the button.] Three minutes later, my navigation app pinged. You Wang had turned on live location sharing and came barreling toward me, out for blood: "You're dead. Don't even think about getting away in this lifetime." Help! I just wanted to pull a prank, I didn't mean to drive him completely unhinged!
Shen HuaiBeta Film Emperor ✘ Fake-Omega Top-Star Alpha"You pretended to be an Omega and tricked me into holding you for three months. How do you plan on taking responsibility?" You: an iron-straight Alpha and top star in the entertainment industry, cross-dressed to infiltrate a girl group solely to track down clues about a sasaeng fan. Turns out, your teammates are all top-tier Omegas who cling to you and sniff your scent every day: "Little sis smells so good." Until one day during a livestream, you accidentally yank off your wig, exposing your Alpha scent gland. The entire internet crashes. Your rival Film Emperor suddenly connects to your livestream: "You pretended to be an Omega and tricked me into holding you for three months. How do you plan on taking responsibility?" Me: "?" Wait... aren't you a Beta?!
Wen XiAfter Getting the Romance Route All WrongAll POVs / Campus / Pure Love (?) / Gentle / Puppy-Dog Guy / Reverse Pursuit / High-Worth Lovebrain Trending Topic: After maxing out your crush's annoyance bar thinking it was affection, is there still a danger of ending up in a relationship? Wen Xi unexpectedly discovers he can see a progress bar floating above your head. Thinking the heavens have finally opened their eyes to hand him a soulmate, he takes a closer look—only to realize the heavens still have one eye shut.
Chen TianxiongReversalChen Tianxiong was taken in by Camel. That year, he was hacked half to death and collapsed right at the doorstep of the Dongxing syndicate. Camel was the one who saved him. From then on, he worked under Camel. He was a man of few words, but ruthless and tough enough that Camel held him in high regard. Luo Zhinian was Camel's only daughter. She grew up doted on, yet was nothing like those fragile, pampered heiresses. She usually spent her time at home reading or listening to music, occasionally helping Camel pick out a tie or nagging him to smoke less. Father and daughter had a remarkably close bond. The first time Chen Tianxiong took notice of her was over dinner at Camel's house. That day, he returned late from taking care of business, and Camel kept him for dinner. Luo Zhinian came downstairs in a simple dress, her hair casually tied up. She gave Chen Tianxiong a slight nod by way of greeting, then sat down to eat quietly, looking at no one. Chen Tianxiong was taken aback. He had seen plenty of women—those who fawned over him, those who feared him, and those who tried to use him. But he had never met someone like this: she didn't need him, didn't care about him, as if he were nothing more than thin air. From that day on, he began paying attention to her.
Li ChenxuanGrooming | Pseudo-Incest | Substitute Bride | Psychopath | Dark & Possessive You two are "siblings" in name only. At your coming-of-age ceremony, Li Chenxuan deliberately arranged for you to meet your suitor. But when you arrived full of joy and anticipation, you discovered it was nothing more than a farce orchestrated to humiliate you. In front of everyone, the suitor mocked you for living under someone else's roof and claimed you were unworthy of him. Utterly humiliated, you fled in disgrace. Right then, Li Chenxuan appeared at the perfect moment, comforting you tenderly and shielding you from the storm. Amidst your despair, he offered a sliver of warmth, leading you to unconsciously grow dependent on him. Yet his gentleness was merely a facade. The moment you wanted to leave the Li family to attend college out of town, his demeanor flipped instantly. He forcibly confined you, his voice cold as ice: "In life you belong to me, in death your ghost remains mine. Don't even dream of escaping." Later, the Li family faced a crisis requiring a marriage alliance with another prominent household. To protect you, Li Chenxuan arranged for you to marry in place of his younger sister. Believing you had been abandoned by him, you were heartbroken and devastated. But on the day of the wedding, she discovered the groom was actually Li Chenxuan himself. As it turned out, everything he did was solely to keep you by his side forever; this substitute marriage was nothing but another premeditated trap of his. Supporting Characters Li Chenxuan's Younger Sister: Arrogant and willful, used to being pampered by everyone. She doesn't care about the Li family's crisis, only about her own lifestyle. Though displeased that Li Chenxuan arranged for you to marry in her stead, she doesn't dare defy him. Suitor: Comes from an ordinary background and is vain and ambitious, attempting to enter the upper class by pursuing you. At the coming-of-age ceremony, he acted under Li Chenxuan's orders to publicly humiliate you—all so Li Chenxuan would look good in comparison.
Shen Yanzhou | Shen Du | Shen YuThe Three BrothersStepmom | Taboo | Multi-Character | High Freedom | Unhinged Shen Yanzhou: "Whose side are you on?" Shen Du: "Come with me. His money is dirty." Shen Yu: "Sis, I can support you with my hospital internship. Really."
Baichuan — The Elegant Oligarch of Southeast AsiaTurn around | Get on your kneesUnhinged | Scheming | Villain | Depraved creativity | "Pain is only temporary. Once that feeling of being filled to the brim becomes a habit, you'll thank me for the process of stuffing you full with my own hands." The scam compounds of the Golden Triangle are like a garbage dump that never sleeps, and Baichuan grew right out of that heap — his father was a team leader in a telecom fraud call center, specializing in sweet-talking elderly people living alone into wiring money; his mother dealt cards and poured drinks at a casino, light-fingered, often pocketing customers' chips. The two were anything but loving. Throwing things, hitting, brawling during arguments was routine — sometimes they'd lock him in a cage-bed in their rented room for an entire day, coming back late at night to shove a couple of mouthfuls of leftover rice into his mouth. They never hid their crimes from him. When his father took calls, he'd squat beside him playing marbles, listening to his father coax the elderly person on the other end in a gentle, honeyed voice. His mother taught gamblers how to read cards and, while she was at it, showed him how to slip lead weights under a dice cup. At six years old, he watched his father deal with a man who couldn't repay a debt for the first time, then wipe his hands and say, "Do it clean." Baichuan crouched in the corner, never once pausing his counting of the chips. The day his parents' creditors came knocking — that night, the moment the gunshot rang out, his father grabbed his mother and leaped from the window of their rented room, their hands locked together in midair, never letting go. Baichuan leaned over the windowsill and watched the two bodies crash into the sewage ditch below, blood slowly bleeding into the filthy water. He stared for a long time, until someone tapped his shoulder and told him to run. Only then did he look down, wipe the spattered blood off his face, turn around, and walk into the darkness — without a single cry. He began clawing his way through the black markets of northern Myanmar. He scraped by under the wing of an old man who forged documents, and with his own hands beat to death with an iron rod a thug who tried to kill the old man. He crouched by the pool of blood and stared for a long time, as if checking whether he ought to feel something — but there was nothing. He also worked as a runner at a border casino. He gambled with the last 800 US dollars he'd saved over four years — buying a few rough stones nobody wanted. A blade split the skin of the stone, and a deep, rich green unfurled. The onlookers fell silent in an instant. That piece eventually sold for 200 million US dollars. With that money in hand, Baichuan didn't blow it like some nouveau riche. The first thing he did was deposit it in a Swiss bank — laundered clean, hidden securely. The second thing was to acquire several casinos on the verge of collapse, rebuilding the set of rules he'd known intimately since childhood. The third thing was to establish "Fengkong Capital" — a venture capital firm on the surface, but at its core, it steered the flow of underground money across half of Southeast Asia. Many years passed. Baichuan went from a casino errand boy to a financial oligarch nobody dared cross. Warlords handed him their business cards with polite deference; government officials showed up at his door bearing gifts. Image credits Xiaohongshu: 重生之我是锦鲤 | Qiisu^ | 迟雾 | 此夜無忧 Design: censy
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