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Evangeline Ashworth transmigrated into a seventies-era novel, becoming tragic cannon fodder for everyone to exploit. Her biased parents squeezed every drop of value from her, allowing her younger sister to steal her university admission slot while ruthlessly selling her to a ruffian for bride price money. At rock bottom, she awakened a portable dimensional space—and completely turned the tables! In one fell swoop, Evangeline Ashworth emptied out her terrible family's valuables, permanently bound her greedy sister to that ruffian, cleanly severed those toxic family ties, and traveled to an island military base to fulfill her childhood engagement. Who knew that this bargain husband Raymond Blackwell would turn out to be an iron-blooded, righteous military big shot who had single-handedly adopted seven orphans of his fallen comrades? The entire compound waited to laugh at her, convinced she would be driven away by seven rowdy children. Instead, Evangeline Ashworth discovered that these seven kids... were each ridiculously talented! The eldest possessed superhuman strength; the second was a mechanical genius; the third had exceptional hearing; the fourth was a calculation prodigy... Thus, before long, those former troublemaking little tyrants transformed into obsessive sister-protectors who pampered her so thoroughly she never had to lift a finger. One day, cold-faced officer Raymond Blackwell looked at his stunningly beautiful wife and couldn't restrain himself any longer. He cornered her against the wall, voice hoarse as he tested: “Wife... when are we going to have one of our own?”

The moment Vivian Wallace opened her eyes, she realized she had transmigrated into the role of a pitiful cannon fodder true heiress in a period novel. The original host had been pushed into a river by her adoptive mother, only to end up tricked into marrying an army officer. After marriage, instead of following her husband to the military base, she stayed at her adoptive mother's home like a servant—doing the hardest labor, eating the least food, while her husband's living allowance was all pocketed by the adoptive mother. She even gave birth to twins, but never told her husband about them. Then famine struck. The allowance stopped. The adoptive mother forced her to remarry—even threatened to sell the children for food. The children starved to death. The husband died from severe injuries on the battlefield, never knowing he had once been a father. Vivian Wallace, now a cross-disciplinary expert in both traditional and modern medicine: …Who the hell wrote this plot? She was going to smash their skull in! But the real kicker? The system informed her—this pitiful, tragic original host was none other than her past self. What now? She had to make up for the maternal love she owed those children in her past life. After swiftly dealing with the scumbags, Vivian immediately packed up and set off with the twins to find their father at the military base. Dragging a donkey cart, carrying two four-and-a-half-year-old toddlers, she fled the impoverished mountain village under the watchful eyes of the entire town. After a grueling journey, she finally reunited with her officer husband. Matthew Reid stared at the two ragged children—miniature versions of himself—and confirmed they were indeed his. The cold-faced officer instantly transformed into a doting father, overflowing with paternal love. But he never could have imagined that his rough, dark-skinned bride from the countryside would transform into a fair-skinned, delicate beauty within just two months! Not only that—she wielded her medical skills like a miracle worker, snatching him back from the jaws of death. Rumors claimed she was illiterate? Yet here she was, excelling in both scholarship and combat, even getting recruited as an orthopedic specialist by the military hospital. When her in-laws saw her again, they gasped: "This girl… why does she look just like our old comrade's descendant?" The true heiress had returned—and the impostor was panicking! This time, Vivian Wallace had it all: a mystical spring in her grasp, a child in her arms, and the dashing regimental commander by her side. With one hand, she rewrote fate; with the other, she unlocked cheat-mode—living a charmed life others wouldn't dare dream of!

In her previous life, Evelyn Hartwell only saw everyone's true faces when she was on her deathbed. The adopted son she had doted on with all her heart turned out to be her husband's illegitimate child hidden for years. Her entire marriage and half a lifetime of devotion were nothing but a scheme by her husband to pave the way for his first love. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the moment when the Hartwell and Caldwell families discovered their babies had been switched. As the real heiress returning to the Hartwell family, she was forced by her biological parents to marry Regiment Commander Blackwood—a vegetative man paralyzed in bed—in place of the adopted daughter for good luck. Once, she had starved herself and fought desperately against this marriage for that scumbag ex-husband, refusing until death. In the end, it led to her family's ruin and her own miserable death. Now completely awakened, Evelyn Hartwell dropped all pretenses entirely. To hell with familial bonds! To hell with love! She wanted none of it! She emptied every last cent from the Hartwell family's wealth without hesitation and accepted this luck-bringing marriage. She'd rather be a wealthy widow than repeat history! Who would have thought that this unwanted, useless bride would be spoiled rotten by everyone in the Blackwood family? Even more absurd—the vegetative husband destined to die in her previous life miraculously woke up! Evelyn Hartwell asked softly: "Um... is it still too late to get a divorce?" Sterling Blackwood chuckled hoarsely: "Wife... what do you think?"

When Vincent Ashford hung up on me, I was being cornered by a strange man at a street corner with no lights. Rain poured down in sheets. I clutched my phone with its last sliver of battery and heard the music from the bar on the other end, a woman’s laughter, and his impatient words: "Stop making a scene." In that moment, I finally understood： The engagement between the Adams and Ashford families, envied by everyone in the capital, had never been my shelter. It was my cage. Everyone believed I would never dare call it off. But they didn't know that on that storm-soaked night, Vincent's uncle, Julian Ashford—the cold, restrained man everyone whispered about—came through the rain and saved me. He was the true power behind the Ashford family, a business titan who could overturn fortunes with a single decision. And no one knew he had loved me in silence for fifteen years. When I resolved to tear up the engagement, he came to me first beneath the moonlight, his voice steady and impossible to refuse. "The Ashford family has more than Vincent Ashford." "I'll be the one to fulfill this engagement." The night the news was announced, Vincent called me drunk, crying and begging me to take him back. Julian leaned against the headboard, half-dressed, his fingers idly winding through my hair. His low voice carried an unmistakable possessiveness as he spoke into the phone. "Nephew, it's late. Don't disturb your aunt's rest." Only then did I realize the truth： Our meeting that rainy night had never been an accident. It was his long-planned devotion, coming for me at last.

Rosette Mercer transmigrated into the body of a capitalist's daughter, only to open her eyes and find her scumbag brother scheming against her with outsiders? She struck back hard, emptying out every last penny of his assets—satisfying! Fearing she'd be targeted for political persecution, she hurriedly went to the countryside. She thought she'd be gnawing on tree bark and living through bitter hardship— Instead, she feasted on meat and fish every single day in the village, picking up treasures in the mountains and hauling gold from the rivers, getting so rich her hands went soft! Even more absurdly, a soldier king came knocking on her door, pouring his heart out to marry her? Her whole family treated her like an ancestor—her mother-in-law served her meals, her father-in-law chopped firewood, and her sister-in-law fought over who got to wash her clothes? Rosette Mercer was stunned: Was she sent down to the countryside... or crowned as a local emperor?!

All-powerful psychic boss-lady Rosemary Whitmore—master of medicine, ancient martial arts, and cutting-edge research, who can even chat with birds and beasts—dies on a mission and wakes up in a 1975 period novel as the cannon-fodder side character fated to die early so the real heroine can shine. In the original book, the heroine rides a luck-siphon system straight to the top, while Rosemary’s new body is sold by her scumbag father to a backwoods brute, her birth mother abandoned, and the entire Whitmore clan a circus of human garbage. Rosemary flips the script on the spot: she dismantles the Whitmore family, torments every scumbag, and refuses to follow the original’s road to death. As her true origins surface, she uncovers a massive conspiracy entwining both her and her mother. And the novel’s destined-to-be-childless, ice-cold high-ranking commander Jasper Blackwood keeps colliding with her: First clash—she disarms him and confiscates his gun; Second mishap—she yanks down his pants and leaves him scarlet; Third time—she coughs up blood from grave wounds and collapses straight into his arms. After all that provocation, the famously heartless Jasper can’t hold back and proposes on the spot. Once the military marriage is sealed, Rosemary goes full throttle: She pioneers research, develops new drugs, and forges military tech, becoming the nation’s beloved little lucky star. The Blackwood family dotes on her like a treasured ancestor, and the real shocker— the commander rumored to be sterile not only loses his heart but also falls night after night, smashing the curse of childlessness, producing baby after baby until the whole dependents’ compound is in an uproar!

[Retro + Military Marriage + Book Transmigration + Cannon-Fodder Side Chick Climbs Up + Pampered Wife + Face-Slapping] Seraphina Bennette transmigrated into a retro-era novel and became the cannon-fodder first wife who dies in childbirth, clearing the way for the male lead to marry his true love. In the original book she was pregnant, yet mother and quadruplets all perished—four lives lost at once—just so the hero could wed the heroine. She landed in the story right in the middle of a steamy night with the male lead. The next morning they got married. Four months later, with a belly far bigger than normal, she remembered the tragic ending waiting for her, packed her bags without hesitation, and followed him to his army post on the frontier. Life on the border was harsh, but gossip traveled even faster. Because her stomach looked larger than usual, whispered rumors flew around the compound that the babies weren’t Officer Analise Angelis’s child at all. When Analise Angelis returned from training, a “helpful” neighbor pulled him aside to hint as much. He only glanced at his own door and said evenly: “I know exactly how many my wife is carrying.” On delivery day four healthy wails rang out one after another from the birthing room. Cradling four red-faced newborns, Analise Angelis stood at the ward entrance and announced to the suddenly silent crowd in a voice like a bell: “The He family’s quadruplets—thanks for all your concern.” Later, when the original heroine showed up and told Seraphina Bennette to leave Analise Angelis, Seraphina linked arms with her husband and smiled sweetly: “Sorry, but if my man walks out, my four hungry babies won’t agree to it!”

In her previous life, the true daughter of a prestigious compound family, Serena Langford, had her lifelong fortune stolen by a hypocritical foster sister. She suffered a brutal betrayal at the hands of her fiancé and foster sister, who conspired to have her kidneys and heart harvested while she lay conscious on a cold operating table, dying in agony. In her final moments, consumed by hatred, she poisoned the scumbag man, the vile woman, and their child—dragging all her enemies down to hell with her! Reborn in an instant, she returned to the very beginning of her tragedy. This time around, Serena Langford was ruthless and vindictive—a specialist in dealing with all manner of despicable villains! Her hypocritical foster sister put on an innocent act to scheme against her? She exposed that ugly facade on the spot, driving the foster sister to ruin and disgrace—paying back every cruelty tenfold! Her biased grandmother mistreated her and threatened to marry her off to some old bachelor? She struck back immediately—shipping that malicious old hag straight to a psychiatric ward! Her cruel scumbag father and vicious stepmother had swapped out and trafficked away her biological brother from their mother's side, stealing everything from her? She reported them without hesitation—sending that black-hearted couple straight to prison! Her indifferent second brother spewed venomous words while his wife aided his tyranny? She reported them one by one—stripping them of dignity until their families were destroyed and thoroughly reformed! Everyone who wronged or harmed her—she left none behind, settling accounts layer by layer without mercy! After crushing every despicable soul in sight, Serena Langford unlocked a portable spiritual spring space. Ruthlessly emptying out every asset from that wretched family home and sweeping away all wealth left by her birth mother—she left those cold-hearted relatives nothing but bare walls! Watching their hollowed-out home with police arriving at the door for arrests—the scumbag father collapsed from rage, vomiting blood in regretful tears—but it was far too late. Cutting off all toxic family ties completely clean,Serena Langford resolutely went down to the countryside traveling thousands of miles rescue trapped birth mother grandfather. Impoverished remote area lacking supplies? With spatial abilities business acumen she worried about nothing! Developing side businesses expanding sales channels leading village prosperity helping entire community escape poverty eat meat living thriving life. Through own efforts secured foreign exchange orders awarded National Outstanding Advanced Youth Model Worker title glorious achievements stunning entire county! Along road counterattack encountered mysterious base top commander Adrian Harrington. Scumbag who wronged previous life finally awakened begging pathetically reconciliation still delusionally wanting entangle! Adrian Harrington protectively shielded wife coldly rebuked: "Scram, this is my wife!"

Josephine Whitmore never expected a random transmigration only to land in a period drama as the pitiful girl who shared her exact name. The original owner had been cold-shouldered and abused at home, on the verge of being dragged off to the countryside as a sent-down youth, and finally beaten to death by her own family in a tragic accident. Josephine Whitmore, who never let anyone take advantage of her, refused to swallow it. She cleaned the house out of every last valuable then dismantled the front door for good measure. With her bags packed, she sauntered off to the village. The moment she arrived, she stumbled into a jaw-dropping coincidence: —the brigade captain’s wife looked exactly like her. And the surprises kept coming: her long-lost birth parents tracked her down, followed by five overprotective brothers ready to shield their baby sister at all costs. From that point on, her fate flipped. Bad luck vanished, and the good days kicked into overdrive.

Iris Ashford, the strongest warrior who fought through the apocalypse for ten bloody years, transmigrates back to 1973—a time of crippling scarcity—and becomes the true daughter the Ashford family finally found. She thought her suffering was over, that stability awaited. Instead, she discovers she's merely a cannon-fodder side character destined for a miserable death in some era novel! Her previous life's script was absolute garbage! Her scumbag fiancé Nathan Holloway pines for the white lotus foster daughter, storms in to provoke her at will, and tries to steal her life-bound pearl. Iris Ashford, now awakened with spatial abilities and powers, doesn't indulge him for a second. She kicks him down on the spot and declares with domineering flair: "Scumbags and bitches—none of you are worth a damn!" They think forcing a broken engagement will control her? She agrees without hesitation: "Whoever doesn't break it off is a dog!" Then she empties his family's assets clean, leaves the Holloway household with nothing but bare walls—striking first and striking hard, pure satisfaction! More shocking—the Ashford family's pampered fake daughter is actually reborn. Armed with memories from her past life, she schemes to steal Iris's golden finger and climb over the Ashford family to become richest tycoon. Foreseeing catastrophe for her entire family, Iris Ashford defies fate itself and reverses every tragedy: Solves her parents' political exile crisis. Heals her damaged eldest brother. Protects her nephew from his ill-fated path. Rewrites her sister's brutal death. With Divine Farmer Space and billions in supplies at hand, she decisively relocates her whole family to the countryside for safety. There, using apocalypse-honed skills and modern knowledge alike—treating illnesses, reclaiming wasteland, building wealth—she leads her family from ruin to riches. Every ghost and demon who dares provoke them gets crushed mercilessly; face-slapping comes without mercy. Only that man who initially doubted her gradually loses his heart to her. Declan Hartwell—the most coldly ascetic officer of A-Division 303 Regiment. Poison-tongued. Untouchable. Feared by all. First meeting: amusement flickers in his eyes. Interesting. Second meeting: something stirs. After several encounters: completely undone. Before marriage—proudly aloof, keep your distance. After marriage—instantly transforms into a clingy loyal dog! Kicked out of bed by his wife once? He hugs his pillow pitifully at the door: "Wife... don't make me sleep in the study... I want to sleep with you." [Strongest Apocalypse Queen vs True-Scent Ascetic Officer—mutual pursuit that only gets more addictive!]

Catherine Whitmore woke up inside a period-era novel as the capitalist family's seventh daughter—born of a concubine—and discovered she'd been swapped into a marriage the moment she opened her eyes. “The childhood betrothal to the He family in Liaoning—Laner's health is too delicate for the northern cold, so you'll take her place.” Catherine massaged her throbbing temples; after digesting the original host's memories, she smiled. In the original plot, the very day the girl reached Liaoning her so-called fiancé Harrison Blackwood married someone else The original host was forced to wed a groom, her dowry stolen, and finally framed for treason—she dashed her head against the He ancestral shrine and died. But this life she had someone else in mind. “Mother is right.” Catherine signed obediently, then slipped straight into the Shen family vault That night every brick of the Shen century-old hoard was hauled away until only load-bearing walls remained—even the gold bars tucked behind ancestors' tablets vanished into thin air. Then she hopped on the north-bound train; in its window glass glinted her icy smile: “I'm not going to marry—I'm going to be their ancestor.” Three days later at He's gate Harrison wrapped an arm around his new bride and sneered at Catherine: “Catherine Whitmore, even if you knelt and begged I wouldn't marry a woman like—” Before he could finish, a military jeep screeched beside them The door swung open; army boots hit dirt; epaulettes carried cold stars of rank. The man peeled off white gloves, pulled Catherine into his arms before everyone, and swept his frigid gaze over gaping Harrison: “Didn't your father teach you greeting your elders?” “Say hello—little aunt.”

Vivian Ryder had been married into the Allen family for five years—giving her heart, her lungs, and every ounce of strength. Every penny her husband earned hauling freight was handed over to her mother-in-law without a cent missing. Who could have guessed that her scheming fifth sister-in-law would trick her out of the space-necklace she’d hidden away, then turn around and wipe both her and her husband off the map? Her husband died in agony; she and her unborn child perished together. Even their little girl was sold deep into the mountains and died miserably. Reborn with a sea of hatred, Vivian Ryder finally realized: she was nothing more than a short-lived cannon-fodder side character in a period novel whose sole purpose was to hand the heroine a golden finger! In this new life, fury burned in her veins—she would never walk the same road again. Those in-laws who’d sucked her dry and treated her like dirt still wanted to squeeze her? Not a chance. She clenched the space-necklace she’d reclaimed, shielded her husband, spoiled her daughter, shredded the white-lotus sister-in-law, and blasted the monster-in-law. Since they refused to see her as family, she’d make them taste the pain of losing what they’d once possessed. Without her husband’s life-risking labor, let’s see how the Allen household collapses into chaos and poverty! This time, she won’t be the tragic supporting woman—she’ll lead her family to riches and bliss, repaying last life’s torment a hundredfold!

Vivienne Holloway, who had survived until victory in the apocalypse, had just waited out the end of the world. She merely took a nap, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the neglected true daughter who had been lost outside the family. The fake daughter had usurped her identity, snatching away the familial love and opportunities that should have been hers. In the original plot, the true daughter became a supporting character, revolving around the male and female leads, meeting a tragic end. But it was Vivienne Holloway who arrived here. Acting fragile, playing the innocent pure white flower, mastering green tea postures—these were nothing but daily amusements to her. The grand drama of life had already begun; she had no intention of revolving around the novel's protagonists. Snatching opportunities, kicking aside plotlines—no one would control her! Sebastian Caldwell of the Northwest Military Region was notoriously iron-blooded and cold as a commander—decisive in killing, indifferent in temperament, strictly following rules in all matters. He despised people who put on airs most of all. Their first encounter: Vivienne Holloway deliberately played deaf and dumb to fool everyone; Their second meeting: she stepped on human traffickers while humming leisurely and brushing her teeth—the contrast directly shattered Sebastian Caldwell's understanding. Before others she appeared pitifully weak and helpless; behind closed doors her mind remained clear with sharp methods. She possessed a portable space filled with abundant supplies. Dealing with leeching relatives, tearing apart hypocritical fake daughters with bare hands, kicking aside the original male and female leads' plotline with one foot. Sebastian Caldwell fell step by step. To outsiders he remained cold-faced and majestic, commanding reverence from all. Returning home he could only indulge helplessly: "Fine fine fine—you're the most fragile in all heaven and earth."

Lily Sherwood and Victor Sutton had been an enviably loving couple for forty years, treating each other with respect all their lives. Everyone praised her for marrying well, calling her life complete. It wasn't until she was reborn to the eve of their engagement that she finally woke up. The so-called forty years of devoted marriage had been nothing but her own one-sided wishful thinking and self-delusion from beginning to end! In her previous life, she had married Victor Sutton in grand style, becoming the enviable wife of a diplomat and living a respectable, glamorous life. But in this life, Victor Sutton—also reborn—with malicious intent, secretly swapped the marriage agreement first and turned around to marry her younger sister. Her sister sneered triumphantly: "Sister, Brother Victor should have been mine all along. This lifetime, I'll enjoy all the glory and wealth for you!" Forty years of deep affection and obsession became an enormous joke overnight! To silence public criticism, the Sutton family forcibly pushed Lily Sherwood onto Theodore Vance—a disabled officer rumored to have severely injured legs who would spend most of his life paralyzed in bed. Everyone waited to laugh at her, convinced her life was completely ruined. Theodore Vance, originally bedridden and half-dead upon hearing he'd been forcibly given a different bride, sat up in shock from his deathbed illness on the spot. He abandoned his dejected appearance, immediately ordered top-tier betrothal gifts prepared, and married Lily Sherwood in grand fashion. After marriage, this iron-blooded military young master completely transformed into a gentle loyal dog, giving all his careful favoritism to her. Late at night, Lily Sherwood woke with a start and caught the man leaning over her nearby. She froze in bewilderment: "What are you doing?" Theodore Vance's eyes brimmed with tenderness. His voice low and lingering with emotion he smiled openly: "Doing everything a qualified husband should do." Meanwhile on the other side Victor Sutton who'd successfully married the sister was utterly dumbfounded. His home was chaotic with constant quarrels marital conflicts escalating by the day his career full of obstacles and setbacks at every turn—his days were an absolute mess! In contrast Lily Sherwood whom he'd discarded like worn-out shoes saw her fortune soar after marriage carrying natural husband-boosting luck raised by Theodore Vance's family as their precious pearl living a thriving prosperous life!

Cultivation powerhouse Zara Kingsley crossed into the 1970s with a pocket dimension stuffed with a billion units of supplies. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d become the unlucky punching bag of adoptive parents and a scheming stepsister. The stepsister wanted to snatch her job and exile her to the countryside? Zara Kingsley emptied the girl’s entire house in one swipe and signed her up for the Great Northwest—go eat dirt and open up wasteland! The adoptive parents embezzled her birth parents’ pension and planned to sell her little siblings for cash? One anonymous letter to the authorities sent the pair of parasites straight to the firing squad—blood for blood. The reborn heroine, armed with foreknowledge, tried to steal her jade pendant dimension and her fiancé, dreaming of replacing her and soaring to the top? Zara Kingsley laughed coldly, seized the spatial treasure for herself, and monopolized every fortuitous encounter. As for that trash fiancé—he’s all yours; whoever wants him can have the bad luck. From then on, Zara Kingsley let herself go completely, hell-bent on being as unscrupulous as possible, sprinting down the road of face-slapping and sweet revenge. Then came the day she was sent down to the countryside—and the rumored sterile, ice-faced big shot Henson Lancaster set his sights on her. One was aiveness-obsessed cultivation madwoman; the other, a ruthless, black-bellied military titan. They clicked at first sight, marched to the registry, and got their marriage certificates. Husband and wife, perfectly matched—trash-bashing without breaking a sweat! You be my crazy wife, I’ll be your crazy husband; two apex predators joining forces—whoever blocks the way gets flattened. The reborn heroine was dumbstruck: the fiancé she stole turned out to be useless, the opportunities she coveted were all hijacked, and the cannon-fodder Zara Kingsley—supposed to die early—had instead become the nation’s darling. She reclaimed her birth parents, cleared their names, and, together with Henson Lancaster, amassed an untold fortune. Multiple buns in one pregnancy, living life in full swagger.

Isolde Ashworth transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder heiress destined to throw money and her life away for the male and female leads. And now, during these politically turbulent times, her identity as a capitalist's daughter made her a walking target. Isolde Ashworth sneered coldly: "Cannon fodder? I'm the heir to an ancient martial arts family and a metaphysics grandmaster, and you expect me to be cannon fodder?" She swiftly dealt with her fiancé who had hooked up with her cousin—emptied the scumbag's family assets, sent the pair off to reeducation through labor in Northeast China in one fell swoop, and conveniently tossed in her maternal uncle's family who'd tried to swallow up her inheritance as well. Then, carrying her spatial pocket, she turned around and went to the military compound to seek refuge with the scumbag's uncle—that notoriously unmarriageable bachelor famous throughout the entire army, Sebastian Whitmore. Sebastian Whitmore was ascetic and sharp-tongued; the whole military district was betting on whether he'd ever manage to get married in this lifetime. Then one day, a girl came knocking on his door, hands on her hips, accusing him right off the bat: "Your nephew cheated on me—you have to take responsibility!" Sebastian Whitmore looked down at the girl who barely reached his chest: "...Who told you to come?" Isolde Ashworth answered with perfect confidence: "Your mother!" Later, the entire military district discovered that Chief Whitmore had changed. That sharp-tongued man who used to frown at the sight of women was now running to the family quarters every single day. When someone asked where he was going, he replied without batting an eye: "My wife is throwing a tantrum again; I'm going back to coax her." Everyone exchanged bewildered glances: What happened to his supposed gynophobia??

【Rebirth in the '80s + Hidden Space + Face-Slapping Revenge + Sent-Down Youth + Double Purity + Whole-Family Darling + Military Marriage】 In her last life, Bettina Reese—ivory-skinned, willow-waisted, leg-for-days daughter of a capitalist family—was blind enough to marry into the Household. For thirty years she slaved like an ox, bankrolling and baby-sitting her in-laws, yet never once shared a bed with her husband, Victor Turner. Day after day she swallowed insults and side-eye, until her dying breath, when she finally cracked the truth: The cherished foster son she had loved to the marrow was Victor's secret child with his widowed sister-in-law! “Victor Turner, I poured my heart and soul into you people, and you lied to me my whole damn life!” In a fury she wrenched open the gas valve and blew the whole scumbag clan sky-high. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the very day Victor tried to bully her into surrendering her job. Watching the shameless man stand there as if it were his due, Bettina flipped the table and sneered: “Victor, you want my job? Dream on. This lousy post—I don’t even want it!” The instant the words left her mouth she sold the position, then mailed an anonymous tip that exposed every filthy racket Victor ran inside his unit. Discharged, disgraced, he was thrown behind bars to taste the bitter fruit he’d sown. Hardly had the trash been taken out when her good-for-nothing father and stepmother plotted to bolt to Hong Kong, ditching her and fleeing with the family fortune. Bettina barged in, slapped her sperm-donor dad and stepmom upside the head. “You raised me just so you could rob me blind? Ask me if I say yes!” She kicked aside her white-lotus stepsister who tried the pity act. “Look in a mirror before you covet what’s mine.” She snatched back the ancestral jade bracelet that hid a spirit spring, opened her space, and swept the house clean—antiques, calligraphy, jewels, property deeds, the lot. One final tip-off shipped daddy, stepmom and sis to the northwestern camps, never to crawl back. With a storm of confiscations brewing, Bettina packed light, space in tow, and headed to the countryside to find her real mother. Ready for a gauntlet of pests and vipers, she discovered Mom was a man-eating tigress who adored her daughter, while her three older brothers were hard-core sis-cons who pampered her like a national treasure. With the space’s spirit spring and her uncanny sketching hand, she caught the eye of the army's tech department and was hired as a forensic artist. She grew organic veggies in the village, ran quiet side hustles that raked in cash, and helped crack headline cases with her portraits. Before she noticed, the whole base was treating her as their darling mascot. Enter Colonel Jonathan Reed—wide-shouldered, narrow-hipped, face carved by the gods, temper carved by glaciers—the famous Ice-King of the district. Every commander had given up marrying him off, assuming he’d grow old crading his rifle. Who could guess that on family-visits day, comrades would watch the Ice-King pin the army’s beloved little beauty against a wall, voice soft enough to drip: “ Stop fussing. From now on, I'm here—no one dares touch a hair on your head.”

Emily Warren had always been the invisible one in her family—unnoticed, uncared for, the forgotten presence in the background. Then, by some twist of fate, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the daughter of the most formidable Grand Marshal in the interstellar empire. But there was a catch—she was a child born out of a calculated scheme. Convinced she was doomed to be unwanted yet again, she braced herself for rejection. But slowly, she began to realize something was… off. Her father’s social feed gradually filled with nothing but her photos and videos. Her brothers seemed increasingly determined to keep her by their sides at all times. And sometimes, the men of the household even came to blows over who got to spend time with her! **Breaking News from the Military Department:** *"Remember our battle-crazed Commendor Warren? He’s at it again—flooding his feed with yet another post about his daughter!"* **Netizens of the Stellar Beast Empire:** *"Oh sure, flex your daughter and little sister all you want—but dare to let us pet her just once!"* **The Grand Marshal:** *"Get lost."* But the most shocking development came when the Emperor—who had never once posted online—suddenly shared a single photo. In his elegantly veined hands, he cradled a ragdoll kitten. The caption? Just two words. **The Emperor of the Stellar Beast Empire:** *"Mine."* And with that, the entire galactic network crashed…

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[Good Fortune + Sweet Pampering + Marriage First, Love Later + Real vs. Fake Heiress + Everyone Crematorium] "Donna Linwood, you think leaking to the media will force us to acknowledge you? Dream on!" She was the true heiress switched at birth for ten years. Once her identity was exposed, her parents despised her. Her eldest brother mocked her, her second brother wanted to kill her, her third brother schemed against her, her fourth brother humiliated her, and her fifth brother hated her. Everyone thought Donna Linwood, this true heiress, was nothing but a pitiful wretch. Until— "Allow me to introduce my wife, Donna Linwood, the best wife in the world." "My daughter-in-law is the most beautiful daughter-in-law under heaven." Until—her identity as the wife of Mercer Family's heir was revealed!