Here's a couple of toxic and problematic cdrama characters who I would gladly keep and follow despite them being awful people because they are so pretty and they're fictional so it's okay so indulge me in my delusions.
Some spoilers ahead.
Lost You Forever - Xiang Liu (aka 9-headed snake demon aka Live action Sesshoumaru aka Silver Haired Snake Demon King of My Heart)
So this list isn't in a particular ranked order except that Xiang Liu is #1 because LOOK. AT. HIM. I could stare at him forever.
He's an emotionally constipated asshole who will resort to violence when he is displeased but I can work with that. There's a lot of pros that comes with him. First, he has 9 heads and it might have been implied had different personalities so you'll never be bored with him and maybe one of them is somewhat nice or more reasonable? Second, he lives and can travel via a giant clam. Enough said. Third, his blood can let you breath under water. Fourth, despite his rough personality he is extremely loyal and will literally give up his life and do anything for you once you earned a place in his demon heart.
His cons are he's unable to express how he truly feels (but can travel via giant clam) and he is determined to die in the battlefield. Again, I can work with that and I think the dying in battle can be negotiated. I would convince him to first travel and explore the world together via his giant clam and his pudgy pet bird and then go to battle and die together. This works because my ultimate goal would be to explore the world. After that, if he dies and I don't then I would no longer be able to look at his beautiful face so what's the point in continuing to live? So that's why we go into battle. We both achieve our goals this way. It's a win-win situation.
Generation to Generation - Mu Qingyan (aka Chang Ning aka Scammer Extraordinaire aka Should've Died From Blood Loss 10 Episodes Ago)
Holy face card batman. I'm okay with him scamming me.
I don't really think he's that bad. I mean he's manipulative and you'll never really know if he's lying to you but his scams and schemes ultimately were to the benefit of the FL.
We can work on this. Just need to convince him to communicate and share his plans. A couple that scams together are happier together.
I think the biggest problem with him is his propensity for coughing blood out every 5 seconds. We'll just have to schedule regular check ups with the doctor.
The Rise of Ning - Lu Jia Xue (aka Your Unfriendly (At First) Hot Temporarily Blind Neighbor)
If my neighbor looked like him, I would try to be less of an awkward turtle and not avoid social interactions.
So I kind of felt bad for him because it wasn't his fault that he had a falling out (literally) with the FL. It was the crazy lady he was engaged with that pushed her. He did do some bad things for power. He also got creepy and stalker-y after finding the FL again. But again, he wasn't the one that pushed the FL off a cliff so that's a point for him. He also learned to make those wooden doll things because the FL mentioned liking them and he took up paper cutting because it was the FL's hobby so that's nice and shows he's talented and pays attention. So he’s not completely irredeemable?
Pursuit of Jade - Qi Min (aka The True Heir aka You Know What I'm Okay With This)
Another silver/gray/white haired king. What is up with all the the white haired characters being super hot but also they're always sick?
Anyway, his obsessive and possessive treatment of Qianqian was straight up abusive but I understand why he is like that. He's been abused and neglected his whole life so when Qianqian actually treated him like his life mattered enough to be saved he latched on.
Not gonna lie his intensity and his obsession with Qianqian was kinda hot so I would probably stick around and not run away. Offer to help him get his throne back whilst convincing him to kill less? Also would have to take him to a lot of therapy.
And I think that's it for now. Who are some other problematic cdrama faves I missed?
Just for the record this whole thing is unserious and an excuse to post about some pretty people and discuss cdramas. I would never advocate to stick around in a toxic relationship because you think you can fix them no matter how pretty or hot they may be. No one gets a pass to treat someone else like garbage just because they experienced trauma and abuse themselves. So if anyone reading this is in a toxic relationship, it's not your job to fix the other person and I suggest you run the other way. Okay byyyyeeeee!
Xiao Fang 小芳 (Xiao Fang Chu Jia 小芳出嫁) from 🐧 Tencent. 📣🗓️ Airing on July 13, 2026 at 9:30 pm. Starring Wang Yinglu and Xin Yunlai. New OST music video.
I love your modern jace. could we get a meet ugly instead of a meet cute? some really funny and awkward way jace and reader meet and he’s super smitten with her immediately?
I lowkey started laughing at my own crackhead interpretation 😭😭
Enjoy~~~
People love to tell you that love finds you in the most cinematic ways. A crowded hallway, a stack of books hitting the floor, a stranger kneeling down to help you gather your papers while your fingers brush against his and the whole world goes quiet for a second. That's the version everyone imagines. That's not what happened to you.
Real life doesn't come with a soundtrack or a lighting crew. It just comes with humiliation, piled one mistake on top of another, until somehow, against every possible odd, it turns into something good.
Before any of that chaos began, you already knew who Jacaerys Velaryon was. Everyone did. You could have been living under a rock and you still would have heard his name at least once a week. He was the top student in your entire batch, the one professors used as the gold standard when they wanted to shame the rest of the class into studying harder. He had a 4.0 that never seemed to slip, an easy confidence that made him look like he belonged wherever he stood, and the sort of effortless style that made you wonder if he'd woken up already fully put together. Someone completely out of reach.
Then he sat down next to you in an 8 a.m. lecture, and your entire semester fell apart.
There were a few things you could always count on in that lecture hall. The air conditioning was always cranked way too high, cold enough that half the room kept hoodies stuffed in their bags just for that one class. The coffee from the cart outside tasted like lukewarm dishwater no matter how much sugar you dumped into it. And Jace was always there early, sitting straight backed with his notebook already open, looking like the concept of being tired simply didn't apply to him.
You, meanwhile, looked like something that had crawled out of bed and directly into a lecture hall without stopping anywhere in between, which was more or less exactly what had happened. Three hours of sleep and a fistful of dry cereal eaten on the walk over will do that to a person. Your hair was shoved into a bun that had already started falling apart, and you were fairly sure you still had a pillow crease on your cheek.
The professor dimmed the lights to click through a slideshow on statistical variance, and that was it for you. The room went dark and warm and quiet, and your body made the decision for you before your brain even had a say in it. Your head tipped back against the chair, your mouth fell open, and somewhere in the fog of half sleep you stopped caring about anything at all, including the fact that you were sitting two feet away from the top student in your year.
Then his voice cut through, suddenly loud as the lights snapped back on without warning. "And that brings us to the core hypothesis. Let's ask our sleeping friend in the third row."
You jolted awake so hard your whole body flinched, your arms flying out on instinct like you were bracing for a fall. In the split second of pure panic that followed, trying to look like a person who had definitely been paying attention and not someone who'd just been drooling in front of two hundred classmates, your knee shot upward and caught the bottom of your metal water bottle sitting on the edge of the desk. It went flying, hit the floor, and rolled a few feet before slamming into someone's backpack with a metallic CLANK! so loud it might as well have been a gunshot in that quiet room.
Every head turned. You felt your face catch fire, heat crawling up your neck and into your ears, as you leaned down to grab the bottle just to have something to do with your hands. That's when you realized the truly horrifying part. There was a thin, shiny line of drool running down your chin, and it had clearly been there for a while.
Beside you, Jace froze for half a second before his instincts kicked in. He reached back for his bag, clearly trying to play the smooth rescuer, digging for a tissue. He moved just a little too fast, probably more aware of the class watching than he wanted to admit. His fingers snagged on the inside lining of his jacket, a brand-new one by the look of it, still stiff at the seams. Before either of you could process what was happening, there was a sharp RIPPING sound.
The front pocket tore wide open. Mints, pens, a stray USB drive, all of it spilled out and scattered across the floor in a chaotic little avalanche, rolling under desks and skittering across the tile in the dead silence of the room.
Jace stared down at the mess, a single mint still rolling past his shoe. His ears went bright red, the kind of red that spreads fast and gives everything away. He didn't say anything for a second, just reached into his bag, pulled out a slightly crumpled napkin from the cafeteria, and slid it over to you without quite meeting your eyes.
"Uh," he muttered, voice cracking before he cleared his throat and tried again. "For the... yeah. And for the record, I meant to redesign this jacket anyway. It's fashion now."
You took the napkin and said nothing, because there was genuinely nothing you could say that would make this better, and wiped your chin as discreetly as a person can wipe their chin in front of an entire lecture hall.
Two weeks passed. You spent every single one of them avoiding Jace with how things ended last time, moving your usual seat three rows back to the safety of the back benches where the top student in the batch had no reason to look.
It was a Friday, ten minutes before the end of class, and everyone in the room was silently begging the professor to let them go early. You could feel it in the air, that restless energy of people already packing their bags. Naturally, that was the exact moment Jace raised his hand and asked a question so specific and so unnecessarily detailed that you felt the collective will of the room shatter around you. A groan rippled through the hall, low and tired, the sound of two hundred exhausted students made in unison when they realize freedom just got pushed back another ten minutes.
Your friend Jessie was sitting right beside you, arms crossed, glaring at the back of Jace's head with the exact same betrayal you were feeling. You were running purely on spite at that point. You pulled out your phone, zoomed in on the back of his perfectly styled head, and snapped an unflattering, slightly blurry photo. Underneath it you typed, if golden boy asks one more question I am going to throw my textbook at his perfect hair, and pulled up the share sheet to AirDrop it to Jessie like you always did when you wanted her to see something without whispering across the row and getting shushed.
Multiple names popped up on the screen, starting with the same letter. Your thumb moved faster than your brain did, tapping the first one without actually reading it, and you went right back to glaring at the back of Jace's head, waiting for Jessie's reaction.
It took a second to register that something was wrong. Jessie's phone never buzzed. Yours did instead, a small delivery confirmation lighting up your screen, and your stomach dropped straight through the floor before you even opened it to check. You looked at the name still sitting there under the AirDrop icon and felt every bit of blood leave your face.
Jace's iPhone.
Three rows down, his phone lit up in his hand. You watched his shoulders go stiff as he looked at the screen, and then, slowly, a grin spread across his face, which told you he already knew exactly how he was going to make your life difficult for the rest of the semester. He started turning around in his seat, clearly getting ready to deliver some devastating comeback, looking far too pleased with himself for someone about to embarrass you in front of the entire class.
What he forgot, in that moment of triumph, was the iced caramel macchiato sitting open on his desk. His elbow caught the edge of the table as he spun toward you. The cup tipped sideways in what felt like slow motion, and a whole wave of sugary, icy coffee dumped straight into his lap.
The sound he made was not dignified. It landed somewhere between a gasp and a yelp, and he shot up out of his seat so fast his chair nearly toppled backward, frantically patting at his lap with a single sheet of loose paper while half the row dissolved into laughter around him.
Through all of it, his eyes found yours, wide with betrayal and something that might have been the start of a laugh he refused to let out. His face went beet red, coffee still dripping off the edge of the desk. He pointed a sticky finger in your direction and mouthed three words.
This is karma.
The moment class ended, you were already moving. You crammed your laptop and binders into your bag and yanked the zipper shut with more force than necessary, because the top priority right now was getting out of that building before the smartest person in your year could catch up to you and demand answers.
You practically ran for the exit, dodging around slower classmates and taking the steep concrete steps of the lecture hall two at a time. Then you heard it. A sharp pop from somewhere behind you, and a second later your overstuffed backpack gave up entirely. The zipper split clean along the seam and the whole bag burst open at once, spilling everything down the stairs behind you.
Your laptop slid out and went sliding down the steps like it had somewhere better to be. A half-eaten granola bar launched out of the side pocket and sailed through the air in a small, tragic arc, hitting Jace, who happened to be walking a few steps ahead of you, directly in the back of the neck.
"Ow, what the-" He spun around fast, one hand flying up to rub his neck, just in time to watch you trip over your own misstep.
You went flying down the last two steps and collided with him at full speed, no time to catch yourself or even brace for impact. There was no graceful way to describe what happened next.
Both of you hit the floor in a tangle of limbs, scattered papers, crushed oats, and rolling highlighters, the granola bar wrapper somehow ending up stuck under someone’s shoe a few feet away. Jace took most of the impact, landing hard on his back with a breathless “oof” underneath you.
For a few seconds, neither of you moved. You were completely wrapped around each other on the floor, your face only inches from his, close enough that you could count his eyelashes if you'd been in any state to think that clearly. Jace, who always had something clever ready to say, seemed to have lost the ability to speak entirely. His hair was a mess, sticking up on one side where it had hit the tile, there was a piece of almond stuck to his collarbone from your granola bar, and his cheeks had gone a soft, embarrassed pink that had nothing to do with the coffee stain still drying on his jeans.
He looked up at you and blinked, twice, before a nervous laugh slipped out of him.
"You know," he said, breathless, his arms already wrapping around your waist to keep you both steady on the slick floor, "most people just ask for my Snapchat or number. I have to say, I respect the commitment to a full-body takedown."
He didn't rush to let you go. His eyes softened, and a small, slightly dorky smile crept onto his face, nothing like the composed, untouchable version of him you'd been watching from three rows back for weeks. "You good? Nothing broken?"
"Just my dignity," you whispered, wishing more than anything that the floor would open up and take you with it.
That night, your phone buzzed with a text from a number you didn't recognize.
“Hey. It's Jace. The guy you bruised, slandered, and spilled coffee on today.”
A second message followed almost immediately, like he'd typed it out in advance and hit send before he could talk himself out of it.
“My ribs are fine but my pride took some real damage. Only fix I can think of is you letting me take you out tomorrow night. No backpacks allowed. I'll buy the coffee this time, since I clearly can't be trusted to hold my own.”
And so, the next evening, his car pulled up outside your apartment right on time. When you opened the door, there he was, looking suspiciously put together in a brand-new jacket with all its pockets fully intact, holding a small, neatly wrapped box like he wasn't sure what to do with his hands otherwise.
"Open it," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, a faint blush already creeping up his cheeks.
You tore off the paper. Inside was a heavy-duty metal water bottle and a roll of industrial-strength duct tape, both wrapped like they were something precious.
"For your backpack," Jace said, leaning over to help with your seatbelt once you'd climbed in. "And in case you feel the urge to tackle me again later. Though, honestly, I wouldn't mind if you did."
The First Jasmine Eps 31 & 32 -- major spoilers ahead
I mean, I get it, Mo Xiuyao. You were avalanched by so many feelings with Ye Li's admission of what happened to the decree & its relation to her mother. That she knew about it all along was something that made everything worse.
You hated to be pitied, you didn't want her to stay out of guilt, I get it.
Still didn't stop me from gloating that it didn't take you long to get full blown remorse for your hasty reaction. You know Marquis Muyang was sowing discord between the two of you -- the time you took to ruminate over the revelation should have brought you further in terms of processing the situation but noooo ...
You did not take this time to cool down.
You did not take this time to think how your wife has always treated you, the care and affection she has shown you.
You had to pitch a fit and write her a letter of divorce, all teary.
You didn't even look at her.
You didn't see that she looked catatonic.
Of course you ignored the letter she left you, thinking work was the solution. You raged at your staff because their joy stings you with the reminder of how she made that success possible.
Of course you had to get drunk and then clumsily attempt to win her back.
Ah, your dawning horror as the truth about her was slowly revealed was utterly delicious. The guilt. The confusion. The terror that it was too late to make amends. Hahahaha!
Then you see her at her home.
Her desolate, creepy home. Where she is painfully alone, and has been for God knows how long. You see for yourself that she barely had any food, nor decent furniture.
You see how her vacant expression brought to mind the term: the wheel is turning but the hamster is dead.
The gaps in her memories. Her insistence that her people are just at the back hills.
Her continued worry about your greying hair.
And now you pay the price for your careless cruelty.
You will have to figure out how to deal with her delusions without harming her further.
You will have to find out what actually happened to the people in Li Shan.
And then you will have to figure out how to make good on all your promises to her that you broke with your callous ignorance and selfishness.
You deserve to suffer this torment of your creation. Hahahaha!
