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Time-traveled back to the 70s? Tara Cavanaugh goes full berserk! Evil stepmom? She packs her own daughter off to the countryside—no mercy. Deadbeat dad? She pockets the entire family fortune, down to the last cent. Mom exiled to the Nowhere Northwest? Tara slings a bedroll and chases her to Red Star Brigade—touch my mama and see what happens! Crush busybodies, hunt wild boars, collar child-traffickers—build an empire in one breath! Even the frosty officer Mr. Caldwell meekly moves into her tiny courtyard. Villains queue up for a beating? One swings, she lands one. This era's script? She's rewriting it herself— "Sweet" is only five letters, but she's screaming it a billion times!

Vivienne Ashford was the fake heiress raised by capitalists for eighteen years. To protect her, her adoptive parents sent her back to her biological family with a massive fortune, only for her to be devoured until nothing remained. Desperate to avoid being sent to the countryside, she schemed against Ambrose Gallagher, who was visiting his hometown. But on their wedding day, he left without a word and vanished without a trace. After marriage, she lived permanently at her parents' home, handing over her salary and working tirelessly without complaint. Yet they still sold her to human traffickers. She suffered endless torment and died miserably the moment her adoptive parents finally found her. Carrying hatred to her grave, she unexpectedly returned to a time before tragedy struck. In this life, she would no longer be weak and bullied. She transformed into a vengeful demon who settled every score! Those who stole her wealth would return it with interest; Those who humiliated and insulted her would be beaten until they cried for their parents; Those who wanted to sell her for money? They could go down to the countryside themselves as punishment! After ruthless retribution, the once harmonious family lay dead, crippled, or banished to rural labor. Vivienne Ashford finally had her revenge. She packed up and arrived at his door in style: "Ambrose Gallagher, I'm here for a divorce. I apologize—I schemed against you before." Who would have expected that after two years of disappearance—rumored to be cold and emotionless—the man's eyes reddened as he gripped her tightly and refused to let go: "Don't divorce me... what did I do wrong? I'll change it, please?" Vivienne Ashford was completely stunned. Wasn't he supposed to despise her? To look down on her? This desperate clinging behavior—something was wrong! Completely wrong!

The Grand Zhou Dynasty's First Grand Princess has transmigrated! At fourteen, she had supervised state affairs, executed treacherous chancellors, installed the young emperor on the throne, established the Imperial Academy, and brought every unruly noble scion of the capital to heel. Yet in the blink of an eye, she found herself two thousand years in the future, possessing the body of the cowardly and incompetent true heiress Aurora Whitmore! Unloved by her parents, bullied by the fake heiress, a soft little punching bag at school! Aurora was furious! A legitimate daughter of noble birth, humiliated by some counterfeit goods! She slapped vicious servants into submission, disciplined the fake heiress, taught her blind parents a lesson, and brought every student who had bullied her to their knees. What she hadn't anticipated was that the entire pack of brats from the Imperial Academy had transmigrated alongside her. And so. The tyrannical school bully with overwhelming power actually knelt before her, bawling and calling her Grand Princess! The underground kingpin with connections in both lawful and lawless circles fell to his knees, shouting "Your Highness the Grand Princess!" The wealthiest lady in the nation, whose fortune rivaled the state itself, knelt with tears streaming down her face, softly murmuring "This humble daughter of an official pays respects to Your Highness the Grand Princess!" The entire capital was dumbstruck. Why did it feel like every corner of the capital held connections to this Whitmore family's daughter? The Whitmore family was equally stunned. Their most despised daughter, the little sister they looked down upon—how did every friend she casually produced turn out to be someone they could never hope to befriend in their entire lives?

Pediatrician Clara Whitman accidentally time-slips to the late seventies. The moment she opens her eyes, she discovers she's been sold at a high price by her heartless uncle's family to be the wife of a village idiot. Meanwhile, their own daughter—Lila Whitman—has stolen her marriage certificate and is living the good life as the bride of a powerful military dynasty. Reborn with full memory of the plot, Clara Whitman tears up the script—she's done playing along! A handful of croton seeds later, her uncle's household is writhing on the latrine; she bolts from the village and heads straight for Beijing to reclaim the engagement herself. But nothing goes as planned: the groom-to-be rejects her on the spot. In a twist of fate she ends up marrying the man's elder brother—nine years her senior, the unattainable "high-altitude flower" William Hayes. Legend says Colonel Hayes has no interest in women and is doomed to leave no heir; yet every night Clara Whitman is coaxed until she sobs and begs for mercy, and after the wedding every pregnancy comes in multiples. When the man seduces her again with "just one more time," Clara Whitman wants to cry: Who said he didn't like women? Total lie! William Hayes, the youngest and most brilliant officer in the regiment, is steady, handsome, his future limitless. Rumor claims he cares for no woman, having pledged his youth to the nation—breaking countless girls' hearts. Then one day word spreads: the colonel has taken leave to honor a seventeen-year-old engagement and married a country girl. Everyone laments: that bumpkin is wasting Chief Hayes! Until the day the cold-faced "King of Hell" William Hayes walks in with a stunning, dewy-eyed lady doctor on his arm—and the room falls silent. "That's no bumpkin!" the crowd gasps. "She's a straight-up goddess!"

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

Rosalind Mercer transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the pitiful foil in a contrast setup. Parents dead, grandparents indifferent, uncle and aunt oppressive—the whole village waited to watch her get trampled into the mud by the female lead. She glanced at the script. Then she tore it to pieces. She reclaimed her spiritual spring space, sent her rotten grandparents to the hospital with rage, reported her scumbag uncle for his misdeeds, and snatched every opportunity meant for the female lead. Along the way, she befriended several future big shots—moving herself from "the foil" straight into "don't mess with" territory. Almost forgot—she still had a cheap husband: Nathaniel Holt, the military district commander barely mentioned in passing in the book. Rumor had it this man was notoriously fierce. One word from him could make an entire company cry. Punishment drills could break a platoon's spirit. On their wedding night, Rosalind Mercer shrank back slightly. "You're so scary..." The man glanced at her. "You want a divorce?" She shook her head. He withdrew his gaze, voice going rough. "With you—I'm only fierce in bed."

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.

Cecilia Whitmore arrived in a 1970s-era novel with superpowers and a pocket dimension—only to land in the body of the Whitmore family’s orphaned daughter, fated to die in chapter one. She opened her eyes to find the house ransacked, her parents dead, her grandfather framed and gone, and jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards dancing around the old Whitmore mansion in triumph. Cecilia smiled. “I carved through the apocalypse—why fear a pack of paper tigers?” First move: she emptied the ancestral estate, not leaving a single gold bar beneath the foundation for the enemy. Second move: she torched the grand ocean-view villa while everyone watched in heartbreak, then sauntered off to the countryside. Cecilia: “With a million supplies in my space, I’ll live like a queen down on the farm.” As for the handsome regiment commander who suddenly appeared? Well, abs like those deserve at least a little flirtation…

[Rebirth + Book-Transmigration + Space + Sweet Pampering] Vivian Montgomery died without ever understanding why she had suddenly abandoned her husband and child, married a scumbag, and ended up in a miserable death. Only when her soul drifted did she realize she was nothing more than the disposable original wife in a melodramatic novel— born solely to set off the “true, good, and beautiful” heroine, Stella Kingsley. Marcus Thornfield hadn’t stopped loving her; he’d simply been blinded by Stella Kingsley’s deliberate seduction and sowing of discord, gradually distancing himself from Vivian and their child. Watching Stella Kingsley, cloaked in gentleness, brazenly move into the home Vivian had decorated with her own hands, sleep in the marriage bed she had shared with Marcus Thornfield, coo over him while whispering slander, and—behind closed doors—strike and torment her child at every turn, Vivian saw her little one reduced to skin and bones, eyes cowed with fear. Vivian’s heart felt ripped in two. A torrent of hatred and resentment surged; she coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the Pebbles pendant she’d worn for years, and everything went black. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night before Marcus Thornfield was carried home gravely wounded—the very eve she was fated to be driven by the plot to “abandon husband and child.” Even more startling, with her rebirth the Pebbles at her throat had transformed into a portable space brimming with endless spiritual spring water and ample supplies; the water could nourish the body and cure illness— This time, she would not let the plot steer her, nor repeat her past life’s tragedy!

Transmigrated as a stand-in illegitimate daughter, she was silenced right after giving birth to dragon-phoenix twins? Eleanor Whitmore said: Want to kill me? Ask my scalpel first if it agrees! She burned down the estate with a single fire, carrying her children to blend into the northern expedition army. Unexpectedly, she accidentally became the savior of the entire army. Arriving at the northern frontier, she thrived even more—opening a medical clinic, establishing workshops, raising her children, her days flourishing beyond measure. The legitimate sister who had tried to kill her back then was actually exiled to the northern frontier five years later! Eleanor sneered. Wasn't this right in her home territory? Some debts were overdue for settling.

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 an age of drifting dust, it is not the realm that is in chaos but the hearts of men The Thornwood family, sworn to the Skywind Kingdom, has ever been a house of loyalty and valor, every member a hero. Yet fate is fickle: the sole heir to this martial clan spent twenty listless years, the butt of countless private sneers On the very day he came of age, the scion awakened to memories of a former life What pains him most is the litany of foolish things he seems to have done—chief among them that he is about to be married as a live-in son-in-law, news already echoing through every alley of the capital To answer that, he will don the cloak of a wastrel, three feet of bright steel in hand, and set the whole world astir.

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!

Rosalind Ashford was a reincarnated traditional Chinese medicine master who had transmigrated into the 1980s, doted on as a little princess by her seven older brothers since childhood. Finally graduating from university with life going smoothly, she got ruthlessly screwed over by her scheming cousin! The cousin didn't want to marry the rumored infertile, cold-faced officer Sebastian Crane, having her heart set on eloping with some random loser. She drugged Rosalind Ashford, stole the family household registration book, forced Rosalind Ashford to take her place in the marriage, and even secretly obtained a real marriage certificate! By the time Rosalind Ashford woke up, she was completely stunned. Her innocence gone, the marriage done, and the groom had already run off on a mission without a trace! Rosalind Ashford didn't take this lying down. With her entire family backing her, she caught the scum in the act, gathered evidence, and sent both the vicious cousin and the deadbeat straight to the police station! After dealing with those parasites, she immediately packed her bags and headed to the border, planning to find this stranger of a husband and get a divorce. But when she actually met Sebastian Crane, Rosalind Ashford's perception was completely shattered! What frail infertility? This man had an incredible physique, explosive presence, and was a genuine wife-doting maniac—cooking, shopping, publicly defending his wife, he could do it all! When some white-lotus female soldier tried to cozy up to him, Rosalind Ashford directly went full slacker: "Take him if you want, I'm planning to divorce anyway, he's yours." Instead, Sebastian Crane pulled her into a tight embrace, his gaze both seductive and pitiful: "Military marriages can't be dissolved, wife. Are you trying to abandon your husband and children?" Rosalind Ashford looked down at her heavily swollen belly, on the verge of tears: Wasn't he supposed to be sterile?! In the end, Rosalind Ashford got pregnant with four babies in one go! When the quadruplets were born, the entire military family compound absolutely exploded!

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.

Frost Lawson opened her eyes and found herself transplanted into a period drama as the cannon-fodder ex-wife destined for a miserable end. On their wedding night, her husband abandoned her to “comfort” his widowed sister-in-law. Frost Lawson flipped the table on the spot, summoned the whole village to watch, tore the scumbag to shreds, and beat the white-lotus widow black and blue. They wanted to embezzle her father’s pension and seize his house? She took every last coin of their funeral savings too. They planned to trade her father’s military honors for promotions? Dream on—she stripped the man of every rank and ruined his future. Gossip claimed no one would want her after a divorce? She turned around and force-married the disgraced capitalist heir currently undergoing re-education—Lincoln York. From then on, their lives flipped upside-down. The scumbag and the widow went hungry; she and Lincoln York ate meat at every meal. The scumbag huddled in a drafty, leaking shack; she lived in a grand three-story villa. The scumbag, green with regret, knelt at her door begging to remarry. Lincoln York shielded her pregnant belly, voice icy yet possessive: “Darling, don’t look at him—he’ll dirty our baby’s eyes.” Before marriage, Lincoln York had loftily declared: I’ll never marry into a family, and certainly not a village girl. After marriage, the once-proud young master carried a washboard and pleaded pitifully: “Darling, please don’t make me sleep in the study tonight—I want to share your bed…”

The prestigious Hughes family, the wealthiest dynasty in City S, has finally found their long-lost daughter, Eleanor Hughes, after 18 years. Eleanor appears to be an ordinary, sweet-natured girl, but those who meet her soon discover her extraordinary gift: they can all hear her innermost thoughts. Unknowingly, her candid mental revelations steer everyone away from their tragic fates. Not only does Eleanor become the beloved treasure of the Hughes family—adored by her parents and six older brothers—but she also wins the hearts of City S's elite circle. Most remarkably, she captures the affection of Seth Lynch, the formidable head of the Lynch family, a man so ruthless that his name strikes fear in others. Seth Lynch, the young and brilliant CEO of Lynch Corporation, is known for his icy demeanor and shrewd tactics. He effortlessly outmaneuvers seasoned rivals in the business world, earning both respect and resentment from older generations. Yet, around the innocent Eleanor, he transforms into a gentle, caring figure. What begins as brotherly concern gradually deepens into romantic love, eventually becoming an all-consuming devotion. Like a frog slowly boiling in warm water, he subtly draws the naive Eleanor into his world, ensuring no one else can ever come close—a master of calculated affection. … Years later, when prodigies dominating various fields are asked whom they are most grateful for, they all unanimously name the same person. Winifred Mitchell, a powerhouse in the business world, says, "I owe everything to Eleanor Hughes. Her arrival saved me from a tragic fate at the hands of my cousin." Patsy Anderson, the world-renowned queen of piano, simply states, "I'm grateful for Eleanor Hughes."

Celeste Ashford's previous life was that of a terminally ill, never-married wealthy single woman who'd built her fortune through a clever space-storage reselling business. After dying young, she transmigrated into the harsh 1960s, and the moment she opened her eyes, she inherited two kids with no blood relation to her — left behind by her late husband. Before she'd even had time to process that, she was informed: her current husband had adopted three orphans of fallen soldiers. Celeste Ashford counted on her fingers: five kids, one man, and the eligibility to join him at his military post. She briskly packed her bags. "Let's go — off to find their father!" Once at the base, she led the children in clearing land, growing vegetables, and running small side businesses. All five kids were raised plump and rosy under her care. But six months later, Celeste Ashford stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test and fell into deep thought. She turned to her neighbor. "Hey, um… my husband's ex-wife — didn't she go around telling everyone he couldn't perform? Wasn't that why they divorced?" The neighbor slapped her thigh. "You bet she did! The whole military district knows about it!" Celeste Ashford went silent. That evening, she glared at the rugged military officer who'd just walked through the door, and slapped the pregnancy test down in front of him. "You'd better explain this to me. What exactly is going on?" The man was at a loss for words for a long moment, then wrapped his arm around her waist with a helpless sigh. "She was the one spreading rumors everywhere — it's not like I could go around dropping my pants to prove otherwise. Besides… whether I'm capable or not, don't you already know the answer to that?"

Everyone believed Ye Liuyun was trash, even himself. No money, no talent, and no one he could rely on. Bully, scorn and laughter, that’s what he deserved. But Ye Liuyun never gave up working hard. One day things had changed. Ye Liuyun’s inner power was suddenly awakened. He could cultivate a divine level spirit and became a supreme hero. Slaying demons and exterminating devils, his adventures just started... Money, beauty and power, he would grasp everything in his hands...

Five years ago, her entire family framed her, and her husband William Parker silently consented, forcing the pregnant Emily Griffin to take the fall for her sister Isabella Morgan and go to prison. Five years later, on the day of her release, William didn't come to pick her up. Instead, he was throwing a celebration, holding their son in his arms while standing beside Isabella—a picture-perfect family of three, sweet and warm. The twins she had risked her life to bring into the world—her son now called another woman "Mom" and cursed her as a murderer, while her daughter had tragically passed away, leaving not even ashes behind. Heartbroken, she demanded a divorce on the spot. But William shielded Isabella, accusing her of making a scene and embarrassing everyone. That very night, she drafted the divorce papers, relinquished custody, and walked away, returning to her career. Later, she revived her master's legacy, reclaimed her title as the inheritor of porcelain restoration, and rose to global fame. Her senior brother returned from abroad, ready to go through fire and water for her. Even the arrogant young master who once swore to kill her began pursuing her relentlessly. Her parents fell to their knees, weeping and begging for forgiveness: "You're our only daughter. Please come home." Her two older brothers, who once scorned her, now held her tightly, pleading, "We were wrong. Don't disown us, okay?" Even her ungrateful son clung to her leg, throwing a tantrum: "Mom, I'm your real son! Don't abandon me..." And that domineering man—William Parker—tore up the divorce papers right in front of her, eyes burning red as he cornered her against the wall: "Emily Griffin, in my world, there's no divorce—only widowhood!"