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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.

In her previous life, Serena Caldwell was ruthlessly schemed against by her in-laws, who made her mistakenly sleep with the so-called "spy" of the village one night. Overnight, she was reviled by the entire village as an immoral slut. Even her own family found her disgraceful and cruelly drove her out of the house. Her in-laws feigned kindness: "We don't despise you. Come marry into our family and live a proper life." Not long after, news arrived that her fiancé had "died in sacrifice." Filled with guilt, Serena broke off the engagement and devoted herself to staying with her in-laws, fulfilling filial duties for her deceased husband and raising three younger siblings. She was squeezed dry of all value throughout her life, eventually dying miserably frozen on the streets. Only at death did she learn the earth-shattering truth: Her fiancé never died! He had been promoted and advanced in the army, married and had children—living a thriving life! The so-called sacrifice was entirely a scheme by his family! Reborn in one stroke, Serena completely woke up and tore apart the engagement cancellation letter on the spot! She went straight to the army base, only to discover that her in-laws had already written letters slandering her as having chaotic private affairs and seducing men everywhere. Serena laughed in anger, confronting the scumbag directly: "I am completely innocent. You believed me worthless based on mere rumors?" She crashed his wedding ceremony dramatically, threw down the cancellation letter, and left with flair. The next day, the entire military compound exploded! Serena directly married Victor Harlow, the coldest and most ruthless Ice-Faced King of Hell of the compound! Everyone laughed at how miserable she must be. Rumors said Regiment Commander Harlow had been fundamentally injured during a mission and couldn't father children—that he only married her to deal with family matters, that they were merely living together as partners. After marriage, Victor Harlow coldly declared: "I have no interest in women. I'll give you money; we won't interfere with each other." But when Serena gave birth to twins—and as those two little ones grew more like him every day—the truth could no longer be hidden! Turned out that man from that night who had been set up wasn't a spy at all—it was him all along! Victor Harlow! The so-called infertility was nothing but psychological trauma left from that night. The once aloof and abstinent Regiment Commander Harlow completely fell head over heels, instantly transforming into a clingy wife-doting fanatic—haunting his wife daily until he spoiled Serena absolutely rotten!

Her sleazy brother-in-law kept harassing her, leaving her terrified and desperate. Her best friend set her up with a top-tier prospect. A man in a tailored suit sat in the teahouse—his brow sharp as if carved by a master brush, and even the glint of his cufflink as he turned a page screamed old-money polish. "Flash marriage?" Coffee cups clinked. Joanna Bridges froze, staring at the matching pinky ring on his finger. "Mr. Thornton, this joke—" "Thirty property deeds, six-figure monthly cash flow, three generations of spotless records." He tapped the digital certificates on his screen. "Most importantly—I've had a crush on you since forever." That night, her drunk brother-in-law pounded on her door again. Joanna fumbled for her phone through tears. "Mr. Thornton! Civil Affairs Bureau, nine sharp tomorrow—I'll be there!"

She’s notorious, arrogant, and domineering. He’s a business titan whose power eclipses the sky, capable of summoning storms with a flick of his wrist. His fiancée stole her fiancé. Isabelle Hartwell:“Your person took my person—aren’t you going to compensate me?” Ethan Blackwood:“How about paying with my body?” One day, a reporter asked,“Mrs. Blackwood, how did you and Mr. Blackwood fall in love—and how has he loved you so faithfully for ten straight years?” Mrs. Blackwood:“Our relationship is like that of a buyer and the meat on the chopping block: once it’s been swallowed and digested, there’s no running away. Oh, don’t get me wrong—Mr. Blackwood is the piece of meat; he sold himself to me of his own accord.”

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

The crippled prince had become a commoner, but he had married a stunning beauty. His wife was a genius in martial arts and was high above others; he was a loser who had been humiliated. After accidentally awakening the spirit of a Divine King, his fate was reversed and he rose to power. From then on, he would crush those who humiliated him and conquer the peerless beauty! Geniuses, in front of me, are all good-for-nothings! Kings are like ants under my feet! I'm the God Slaying King with a single stroke of the Heaven-breaking Sword!

Cecilia Sheffield's previous life was an absolute tragedy. Her biological parents abandoned their own two children to adopt a daughter from outside the family. To take the fall for their adopted daughter, she was sent to prison, beaten, humiliated—her entire life destroyed! Her younger brother, only fourteen years old, was beaten to death with sticks, dying with hatred in his heart. Carrying a sea of blood and deep vengeance, Cecilia was reborn through blood, returning to the moment when fate diverged! In this life, she would ruthlessly cut ties with her hypocritical, selfish biological parents—whoever wanted them could have them! Take the fall for someone else? Whoever made the mistake would bear the consequences—she would never repeat the same disaster! By chance, she awakened a spirit spring space, holding heaven-defying opportunities in her hands! Starting from the bottom as a driver, she rose through the ranks, securing military positions and skyrocketing her career. The younger brother she protected rose to become a top-tier research titan, with both siblings achieving godlike status together! Originally only wanting to make money, protect her brother, and live freely, she never expected that a cold, noble tycoon from the capital would fall for her at first sight. Madly pursuing his wife, doting on her to the bone!

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!]

His grandfather had arranged a marriage, and the other party was a wealthy heiress. Trent Woodward assumed she would tear up the agreement. When they met, the goddess Bianca Lockhart actually agreed to marry him. The two got their marriage certificate in record time, agreeing to live together for three years and divorce amicably if no feelings developed by then. The moment Trent Woodward arrived at Bianca Lockhart's residence, he suddenly awakened the Treasure Chest System. "Iron Chest unlocked: Congratulations, Host, you have obtained Master-level Erhu skills." "Bronze Chest unlocked: Congratulations, Host, you have obtained Grandmaster-level driving skills." "Silver Chest unlocked: Congratulations, Host, you have become a Martial Arts Grandmaster." From his wife Bianca Lockhart, Trent Woodward farmed one treasure chest after another, gradually climbing to the pinnacle of life.

Elara Whitfield only realized after her rebirth that she was the cannon fodder foil in a period novel—switched at birth, exploited by her biological family after being acknowledged, her entire miserable life serving only to highlight the female lead's happiness. She'd had enough. In this second chance at life, she opened her eyes to hear her birth mother saying outside the door: "Let her come back and acknowledge us, perfect for taking Crystal's place going to the countryside to suffer." Elara sat up, a cold laugh escaping her lips. "Whoever wants to be the foil can have it—this lady isn't playing along!" She refused to acknowledge the family, reported the Barlows for evading rustication along the way, and sent that white lotus packing. Then she boarded a train heading north, space in hand, ready to eat and drink well at the Great Northern Wilderness!

In her last life, Chloe Morrison had been so dazzled by a scumbag educated-youth that she’d turned into a hopeless love-struck fool. She handed him her university slot, her grain coupons, her meat rations, her grandma’s heirloom jade pendant—even snatched her little nephew’s candy to coax him. The moment the scumbag returned to the city, he vanished without a trace, and she became the laughingstock of the whole village. Just then, officer Isaac Hartwell came home on leave and asked for her hand. She married him, but her heart was full of disdain—for his roughness, his blunt manners, his utter lack of romance—and she despised him for five long years. Then came the landslide. The coarse man she’d spent half her life despising shielded her with his own body and was swallowed whole. For the decades that followed, remorse and agony gnawed at her; on her deathbed she had only one thought: If there is a next life, I will give everything to love him properly. Reborn in an instant, Chloe Morrison’s eyes brimmed with tears and not a shred of confusion remained. She grabbed a butcher’s cleaver, snatched the jade pendant back from the scumbag on the spot, and—surprise—the pendant’s hidden space awakened. With one kick she sent the heartless man flying, then spun around and threw herself at the rugged officer Isaac Hartwell, marrying him without hesitation, packing her bags to follow him to the army base. When the news reached the compound, it exploded like a bomb: “Did you hear? Captain Hartwell married the butcher’s daughter—built like an ox and fierce as hell!” But the very next day, when Isaac Hartwell strode in with fair, delicate, soft-as-cotton Chloe Morrison on his back, every jaw hit the ground. This wasn’t some terrifying butcher’s daughter—she was a fragile little beauty who looked like she’d shatter at a touch. The crowd’s contempt had barely formed when, two days later, they watched Chloe Morrison dash across the compound, butcher’s cleaver in hand, ready to defend her husband—whereupon the entire yard quivered in fear. “She’s faking it! All an act!” Yet Isaac Hartwell wore a dead-serious, wife-protecting expression and declared to one and all: “My wife is delicate, frail, and utterly helpless—none of you are allowed to bully her.” Compound residents: …We’d sooner believe the devil himself.

He was the big shot of the business world, the kind of man who made everyone's knees go weak at the sight of him—ruthless, cold-blooded, and brutal in his methods. Yet when it came to her, he possessed a near-mad obsession. In her previous life, she had hated him with every fiber of her being. Hated his imprisonment of her, hated how he controlled every aspect of her existence. She tried to escape time and again, only to end up dying a miserable death on the streets. In this life, she decided she would no longer sit and wait for doom! Scumbag of a man? Backstabbing best friend? She would make every single one of them reap what they sowed—none of them would get off easy. As for the harm caused by that paranoid big shot? She had always believed he was the root of her suffering, until a chance encounter revealed that the truth was actually... A chance encounter made her realize that the truth was actually... "Raina, my wife—there can only be you!" "As long as you're willing to stay by my side, I would overturn the entire world for you."

Corporate slave Chloe Summers transmigrates into the story as the stand-in for the elusive white moonlight—and her only life goal is to cash in. The tycoon CEO orders her to dance? She throws on a white gown and breaks into a finger-tutting routine that goes viral in seconds. He commands her to sing? She belts out a power ballad with such raw emotion that the entire bar falls into stunned silence. When the white moonlight tries to set her up, Chloe slides over her résumé—with a certified premium nanny certificate attached as a bonus. A wealthy heiress waves cash to humiliate her? Chloe’s eyes glisten: “My long-lost benefactor—finally, you’ve arrived!” Her deadbeat dad racks up a 100K gambling debt. The debt collectors brandish knives: “Pay up, or we take a finger!” Chloe beams: “One finger for a hundred K? Be my guest—take them all, and you still owe me nine hundred K!” Her manipulative mom pulls out the guilt card. Chloe blinks innocently: “Guilt? Sorry, that’s not in my emotional vocabulary… If I don’t have a conscience, nobody can guilt-trip me!”

Rowena Ashford spent ten years mastering martial arts, slaughtered her scumbag father, avenged her mother's death, and reclaimed the family heirloom celestial pearl. At the brink of death during the final battle, her mother sacrificed her own life to give Rowena her only chance at rebirth. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated straight into the 1970s, possessing the body of a pitiful cannon fodder character. The original owner had divorced parents, all close family scattered to the winds, utterly alone with no support. A swarm of toxic relatives descended like vultures to drain her dry—scheming for family property, pressing their advantage step by step, even plotting to eliminate her completely. Her snobbish fiancé, seeing her family ruined, rushed to break off the engagement with maximum humiliation. Facing this disastrous starting hand, Rowena smiled. Breaking the engagement? She couldn't ask for anything better! Whoever wanted that trash man could have him. She promptly tore apart the rotten people and their rotten schemes, then turned around and married the powerful eldest brother of his family—becoming her ex-fiancé's sister-in-law in one move. Ancient and modern souls perfectly merged, stacking top-tier buffs to the max! For brains, she possessed both ancient and modern strategic brilliance—perceptive, precise in every step, all sinister plots mere child's play before her. For verbal combat, she could dismantle toxic elders and tear apart shrewish gossipers alike, her sharp tongue and overwhelming presence securing her position as the most feared person in the City. For combat prowess, ten years of top-tier martial arts foundation—flying over eaves, close-quarters lethal strikes, her power gauge maxed out, specializing in handling all provocations and challenges. For background, her grandfather had already laid the groundwork for rehabilitation, with official backing and solid foundations, ensuring she could weather any storm with a powerful patron behind her. For her husband, the man she chose was the cream of the military-political elite family, a special operations killing machine—young, powerful, with limitless prospects, the ultimate big shot others couldn't hope to reach. The whole city watched with schadenfreude, secretly pitying her: What a pity, all that sharp brilliance, yet she married an officer diagnosed with permanent infertility, destined to die childless. Rowena, upon learning the truth, secretly rejoiced! Perfect! She feared the pain of childbirth most, and couldn't be bothered raising children—spending their whole lives as just the two of them was practically a match made in heaven! The couple kindly adopted the orphaned children of fallen comrades, believing they would live out their days in peace. Who could have predicted fate's sudden reversal—the supposedly infertile officer's body suddenly went into overdrive! First pregnancy delivered, dragon-phoenix twins bringing double joy! Before the couple could catch their breath, second pregnancy arrived promptly, adding another son! The iron-blooded big shot once condemned to lifelong childlessness directly reversed his fate to welcome three sons and one daughter!

After her mother's suicide, Anna called her father and uncle from the police station. Her father hung up without a word, while her uncle coldly told her to drop dead. Tears welled up in the three-year-old's eyes—until a large, warm hand settled gently on her head. "Want a dad?" With ruthless efficiency, Ethan Marks scooped up the sniffling little girl, tossed her into a sack, and carried her home. The entire family was in an uproar. Grandma, the iron-willed matriarch: "Bring over the latest luxury collections! My precious granddaughter gets first pick!" Billionaire Dad: "If anyone dares bully you, fight back. From now on, I'm your shield." Reclusive Uncle: "Sweetheart, all my earnings are yours. Be my daughter, won't you?" Older Brother, the family's little tyrant: "My sister is the cutest in the whole world!" Anna, who had braced herself for a life of misery, rubbed her big, doe-like eyes in utter bewilderment. Wait—was she actually the family's new treasure? Not one to take kindness for granted, little Anna repaid them in her own way. She chatted with flowers—and uncovered a corporate spy in her father's company. She whispered to grass—and miraculously healed her uncle's paralyzed legs. She confided in trees—and helped catch a murderer. She gossiped with cabbages—and discovered that her stern, no-nonsense grandfather was secretly henpecked. Every day was a whirlwind of jaw-dropping revelations and sweet revenge, and Anna couldn't have been happier. Then, out of nowhere, her deadbeat biological father showed up, demanding custody. Ethan Marks cracked his knuckles. "Try stealing my daughter. I dare you." Without even glancing at the man, Anna buried her face in Ethan's chest. "I only have one dad." As her birth father watched in speechless, seething regret, the infamous "Grim Reaper" Ethan Marks broke into the brightest smile of his life.

By a twist of fate, she became the dazzling Young Miss of the Miles family. When the real heiress showed up, she chose to stay, only to find herself entangled in a premeditated plot, resulting in dishonor and misery till the end. Given a second chance at life, when the real heiress showed up, she—the counterfeit heiress—left without hesitation. She tightly held on to what had been taken away from her in her previous life. Tearing down the wicked women and kicking away the bad men, she rose to the pinnacle. She thought she would have to fight alone, however, her real mother stepped in, "Who dares to bully my daughter, I'll fight them to the end!" Her brothers vowed, "Little sister, we've got your back!" Astor declared, "Whoever dares to bully my woman, is seeking death!" Wait a minute, when did she become his woman?

Three years into their marriage, the first time they met, he said, “The match is successful she needs the surgery.” She was nothing but a living marrow bank for the woman in his heart. Later, he demanded again, “I need one of your kidneys to save her.” She asked, “Xavier Thornton, do you even know that I can feel pain?” His eyes were cold and indifferent. “I only need her to live.” When the operation ended, Rosalie Sterling was nowhere to be found. All that remained for him was a divorce agreement and a letter soaked with tears. “If I’d known loving you would be this hard, this painful, why would I have scarred myself to save your life?” He bolted out of the hospital like a madman only then did he realize she was the girl he was meant to pamper for the rest of his life…

"My academically challenged wife turned out to be the top scorer on the college entrance exams?" "My supposedly useless wife turned out to paint with her left hand and play the piano with her right?" "My delicate and gentle wife turned out to be an undefeated boxing champion?" "My spendthrift wife turned out to be the mysterious behind-the-scenes boss of a secret conglomerate?" Everyone: "Young Master Kingston, are you blind? How could you divorce such an all-rounder queen?" For a brief moment, Young Master Kingston enjoyed the thrill of divorce, only to find himself plunged into the fiery pits of pursuing his wife again. Her striking face was icy, "Get lost!" Until... At a certain gala one evening. The man smirked devilishly, "Where do you think you're running off to this time?"

In her last life, Christine Douglas was swindled out of her money by a scumbag, endured domestic violence, and died a miserable death. Her whole family perished in the bitter cold of exile and re-education. Luckily, right before death, she obtained a miraculous pocket dimension and a chance to return to the past. Without hesitation, she killed the scumbag with her own hands, emptied his entire house, and stockpiled mountains of supplies. Back in the 1970s, the scumbag tries to beat her, hides her letters, and swallows her inheritance. Christine Douglas: Reported! Off to the Great Northern Wilderness to drink the wind with your whole family. She survives natural disasters, clears her name, and leads her family back to the city to strike it rich—while the scumbag’s clan chugs northwest wind in the wilderness. Along the way, she also picks up a quietly protective, drop-dead gorgeous guy. Life is sweet, sweet bliss~

Four-year-old Nora Whitfield: her father, the “Soldier-God” who died on the frontier; her mother, dead of illness. The child became an orphan, then her heartless uncle flung her into the woodshed, fed her moldy scraps, and planned to sell her to settle his debts. At the brink of despair, the retired war dog her father left behind lunged forward with a roar that shielded its tiny mistress. Together, girl and old hound tore through the siege and set out on a grueling search for family. The uncle only sneered—what storm could a scrap of a girl and a decrepit dog raise? He had no idea he’d stirred up catastrophe. When Nora Whitfield pulled out the blood-stained family photo she kept pressed to her heart. The five comrades in that picture were now the nation’s five supreme war-gods—commanders of entire military regions. The moment they saw the bruised, bone-thin little girl quaver out the word “Uncles,” those five generals exploded in fury. “You dare torment a martyr’s orphan? You’re courting death!” In an instant, a million elite soldiers mobilized—solely to keep this lone child safe. Whoever dared bully Nora Whitfield would pay a bitter price; no one would escape unscathed. Hurt our martyr’s orphan, and even across endless distance we will annihilate you.