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Rumors swirled that the notoriously aloof CEO attended a high-society gala wearing a wedding band identical to that plain Jane's. The entire room of socialites gasped in shock. Breaking away from the crowd, the CEO interlaced his fingers with the unassuming woman beside him. "Had to put a ring on it before someone else did," he murmured, his voice dripping with possessive warmth.

[1980s + Military Marriage + Face-Slapping + Scum-Bashing + Family Drama + Raising Kids + Career-Building] In her last life, Luna Fairchild was literally angered to death by a cheating couple. At home she served her in-laws and raised the child left behind by her deceased brother-in-law Years of marriage without pregnancy—guilt-ridden—she slaved like an old ox for every single Whitmore family member The real reason she never conceived? Not her body. The scumbag had gotten himself snipped for his green-tea bitch. Luna Fairchild rebooted on the very day the scumbag came home on leave; she marched straight in with witnesses and caught them in bed He soaked up her love while handing his own to someone else—fine, she’d nail the two cheaters together forever Her in-laws did nothing but fan the flames; she’d make them choke on the strongest brew of top-grade Longjing green tea The green-tea wanted the scumbag? She’d gift-wrap him and deliver him with both hands. Marcus Blackwood: Married a woman who simply looked agreeable—just wanted a warm light on when he came back from base, no empty house. Never expected her to be this interesting She wants to take down a scumbag? He’s always hated that guy anyway—happy to give a shove She works as hard as any soldier under his command—might as well lend a hand Help here, help there… and he ends up helping himself right into love.

After seven years of marriage, Adrian Bell remained as cold as ice, while Evelyn Grant continued to treat him with unwavering gentleness. She loved him deeply, believing that one day she could thaw his frozen heart. Yet, to her dismay, he fell head over heels for another woman at first sight, pouring all his affection into her. On Evelyn's birthday, she traveled thousands of miles, hopeful for a reunion with him and their daughter. Instead, he took their daughter to accompany his "white moonlight," leaving Evelyn utterly alone. At last, she understood—some waiting only leads to disappointment. Seven years of marriage. Perhaps it was time to call it quits. She signed the divorce papers, relinquishing everything. From then on, she vowed never to fight for love, never to compete for a man, never to raise a child—she would live solely for herself. Returning to the world of scientific research, she reclaimed her career. The woman once scorned by everyone effortlessly amassed a fortune worth billions. She dazzled the world, with countless influential figures flocking to her side. Meanwhile, Adrian Bell—the man who had once treated her with indifference—began visiting home more frequently, clinging to her tighter than ever. Evelyn Grant: "Mr. Bell, please sign the divorce papers." The man, always so aloof and proud, suddenly reddened, his eyes burning with madness. "Evelyn Grant," he growled, "don't you dare think about divorce!"

Seven years ago, she was set up and spent one reckless night with a stranger; dazed by desire, she fled at dawn Seven years on, she storms back with her little darlings in tow—only to discover the “passer-by” she once slept with is now the all-powerful titan of the capital The kids tail the big boss every day until Harrison Slater finally corrals them inside his mansion Sienna Shaw races over, only to be pinned against the wall by Harrison Slater “You stole something of mine—time to return it.” “What proof do you have?” “Let me help you remember…” From the corner to the bedroom, one “reminder” after another, until Sienna Shaw’s last defense crumbles “Fine—we split the kids fifty-fifty… please, just let me go…” “You and the children—you're all mine.”

[Military Marriage + Transmigration into a Book + Pocket Space + Face-Slapping Scum + Sweet Pampering with Adorable Kids] Josephine Sullivan—once dazzling and fearless—had died in her last life shielding others, fighting a gangster to mutual destruction. When she opened her eyes again, she had slipped into a period novel and become the notorious Shanghai capitalist heiress a cannon-fodder girl manipulated by her scumbag father, vicious stepmother, and scheming stepsister, ending in utter misery. The original owner had been blind and stupid, despising her fiancé—the taciturn, iron-willed officer Benedict Hawthorne—as crude and unromantic, desperate to break the engagement. After her stepsister’s instigation, she’d drugged Benedict in a muddled attempt to force him to call it off. Instead, she turned herself into the laughingstock of the city; the next morning Benedict annulled the match. Worse, her father sold her to a lecherous old man for cash. Ten years of torment later she died wretchedly, while her father and stepmother fled to Hong Kong with the Sullivan family’s century-old fortune, living in luxury. The instant Josephine transmigrated, she accidentally spent the night with Benedict, who had just returned from a mission. Looking at the tall, long-legged officer with chiseled features and explosive stamina, and recalling the original’s tragic end, Josephine’s eyes iced over: this life, no one would control her! When the scum trio tried again to provoke her and force her to break the engagement for money, Josephine struck back ruthlessly: she packed the three ingrates off to the Great Northwest for re-education, sneering as they left, “Since you love scheming so much, go reflect in the wilderness—taste what real displacement feels like!” With the pests gone, Josephine unexpectedly activated her personal space—stocked with ration tickets, supplies, money, and a spirit spring that nourished everything. Later, rumors spread that Benedict had been injured on a mission and would never father children. Josephine showed up at his door cradling three exquisite, jade-carved toddlers, eyes curved in a smile. “Sweethearts, say hello to Daddy!” Benedict stared at the three mini-mes in his arms, then at the radiant Josephine; the hardened soldier’s heart melted on the spot. From then on, the training ground took on a new look— Under the blazing Morrison, Benedict drilled the three little ones in standing at attention. The kids stood ramrod straight, tiny faces flushed, pouting and muttering: “Daddy’s so gentle with Mommy but so strict with us!” “Yeah! He’s scared Mommy will get mad and make him sleep in the study!” “Daddy’s lame—we’re not scared of Mommy at all!” Benedict’s face darkened. “Attention! No talking!” The three little soldiers snapped upright, pretending obedience while secretly making faces at each other. In their milk-soft hearts they grumbled: Daddy’s mean, we don’t like him—we love our gentle, awesome Mommy best!

Chloe Bishop was the city’s golden girl—the "First Lady" of high society. Wealthy, breathtakingly beautiful, and deeply in love, she was the envy of everyone. When Liam was a broken outcast who had lost everything, Chloe was the one who reached out, pulling him from the wreckage of his life. She gave him her heart, her family’s status, and six devoted years. But on the morning of their lavish, multi-million dollar wedding, the dream shatters. Instead of an "I do," Liam leaves her at the altar, delivering a cold confession that pierces like a knife: “The one I’ve always loved is Sara Jay.” Overnight, the city's golden girl becomes its biggest laughingstock. Betrayed by her fiancé and haunted by a dark secret involving her father, Charles, Chloe is expected to crumble. But as the world waits for her to beg for his return, Chloe wipes her tears and offers a chilling smile. "I know he’ll come back crawling eventually," she whispers, stripping off her silk veil. "But this time, I’m done waiting. It's time for the world to see what happens when a 'perfect' woman stops being nice." He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire.

Six years ago, Alice was coerced by her biological father into committing perjury in court, falsely accusing her boyfriend, Lucas, which led to his imprisonment for three years. As a result, he harbored an intense hatred for her. Now, six years later, Lucas has risen to become a powerful and influential figure in New Orleans, and he has set his sights on exacting revenge on Alice. First, he orchestrated her dismissal from her job, then he blacklisted her within their professional circles, and finally, he trampled on her dignity and pride... Watching her beg for mercy, he initially thought he would feel a sense of satisfaction from his retribution. However, when he saw the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, an inexplicable pain stirred within him... "Lucas, I was wrong. Please, I beg you, let me go, won't you?" she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. ",Alice" he replied coldly, his eyes narrowing with resolve, "I intend to keep you by my side for the rest of your life, forcing you to live in perpetual remorse for what you've done!"

In her past life, Amelia Griffin was betrayed and murdered by her stepsister and a scumbag boyfriend. After being reborn, when that same scumbag tried to trick her into marriage, she turned around and got hitched to the most powerful man in the city—Dominic Edwards. When her white lotus stepsister tried to frame her? Amelia simply unleashed Dominic's vicious hounds to "catch them in the act." Everyone said Dominic Edwards was cold-blooded and ruthless, merely temporarily bewitched by her. Until at an auction, Dominic cleared out the entire venue, presenting everything to her: "Like them? I'll buy you the whole Portshore." Later, using her memories from her past life, Amelia dominated the business world, amassing staggering wealth. The man cornered her in her office, complaining pitifully: "Wife, all you care about is money. What about me?" Amelia's crimson lips curved as she tapped his sculpted abs with her finger: "Who says? This... I like very much too."

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.

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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.”

[Alternate-era + Ancient-to-Modern Time-Travel + Pocket Space + Military Marriage + Gourmet Foraging & Sea-Harvest + Double-Virgin Favoritism] After three years of mourning, Josephine Sullivan returned, her late mother’s dying wish in hand, and set off for the military district to seek out her father and brothers—ready to honor the betrothal arranged since childhood. Before she could even steady her footing, her stepmother’s daughter had already swaggered into her fiancé’s courtyard under her name. Her grandfather couldn’t stomach it and gave her two choices: “Stay in the compound and I’ll find you a better match, or go to the island where your real brother is stationed and pick whichever officer catches your fancy.” Josephine arched a brow and laughed—was there even a choice? While her father was still wracked with guilt, she briskly raided his private stash, demanding ration tickets and supplies until her stepmother’s face turned green, then hopped straight onto the train bound for the island. At the same moment, far away on the island, Sebastian Ashford received his grandfather’s telegram: “Your sister is coming—see her properly wed.” He brimmed with joy at the thought of his little sister’s arrival, but a mission injury had him flat on his back. He could only ask his best friend, Jonathan Thornton, to meet her. On the platform, Josephine spotted the man holding a sign with her name and her eyes lit up. She launched herself at him in a bear hug. “Big brother—” Her voice was honey-sweet, her whole body clinging to him, long hair brushing his neck. Jonathan froze, his mind replaying his buddy’s words—“my sis is a chubky little dumpling.” Yet the girl in his arms was snow-white skin, a waist slender as willow, and eyes like a startled deer brimming with water—heart-stoppingly delicate. His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth; his Adam’s apple bobbed. Liar of a dumpling. That “big brother” dripped sugar straight into his bones. He allowed her closeness, even coveted the thrill. Until she asked softly, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” He lowered his head, eyes dark, voice husky: “Little girl… do you even know who you’re teasing?”

In her past life, Victoria had clung desperately to the idea of family, only to have her heart shattered by the Li family—betrayed, used, and ultimately murdered by those she once called kin. That life, she had already repaid in full to the Lis. Reborn, she vowed never to endure their cruelty again. This time, she struck back—slapping the so-called "true heiress," the scheming green tea bitch, right in front of the crowd. She declared, loud and clear, that she was cutting all ties with the Li family for good. No more pretending. No more suffering in silence. Instead, she sought out her real father, William Foster. No games, no lies—she introduced herself bluntly, demanded a paternity test, and when the results confirmed the truth, William took her home without hesitation. For the first time in her life, she knew what real family felt like. William shielded her at every turn, and in the Foster household, she finally tasted unconditional love—no groveling for scraps of affection, no starving herself to maintain the illusion of a lavish life. This time, she would make the Li family pay in blood for what they had done. And that two-faced, venomous green tea princess who had tried to ruin her? Oh, she’d get exactly what she deserved.

【Space + Supplies + Superpowers + Spoiled by the Team + Top Student】 Su Xiao, loaded with hundreds of containers of supplies, finds herself in the 1970s after being slapped by the Zombie King. She becomes an autistic child who was pushed into the river by her elder female cousin. She has a pair of grandparents who dote on her and a pair of parents who are resented by humans and despised by dogs. No worries, though. She can feed them all with her supplies. In her past life, she worked so hard that she lost all her hair. In this life, she has space and supplies, and is determined to become a lazy person, living a worry-free and orderly life. But life is tough and requires money and tickets everywhere. So, she has no choice but to resume her old profession to earn money and tickets, rejecting freeloads.

After seven years together, they were finally about to walk down the aisle. He had promised to marry her, yet he cheated on her just before the wedding. Elaine Woods never imagined the "library 30-second rule" would become her reality. He had saved the other girl's contact as "181 seconds"—a twisted promise that his feelings weren't just a fleeting three-minute spark. He kept claiming he loved her, yet he repeatedly chose that girl over her, time and again. Fine. If that's how it was, she wanted nothing to do with their seven-year relationship. The wedding was off. And him? She was done with him too. But here's the thing—*he* was the one who cheated. So why was *he* the one crying when *she* walked away?

[Group Favorite + Multiple Identities + Face-Slapping + Sweet Revenge] To force her into a divorce, Nina Marshall—who had lost her memories—was handed over to a complete stranger by her own husband. With her heart turned to ashes, she signed the papers. But a single car crash brought every memory flooding back, and she finally remembered she was the darling of the world. Her max-level parents: "Anyone who dares bully our baby girl? They'd better be ready to pay with their lives!" Her ten overprotective brothers: "The weather's getting chilly—let's bury the ones who hurt Nina six feet under." A certain hidden big-shot looked at Nina Marshall, feigning grievance: "They've already handled everything. What's left for me to do?" Nina Marshall hooked a finger under his chin, her smile bewitching. "Your job… is to love me." [She's strong; he's stronger. Together they crush every obstacle—specializing in taking down anyone who dares say no.]

After being assaulted by a female driver on the street, Eleanor Morgan made a shocking discovery— The woman was her husband's pregnant mistress! Her mother-in-law declared shamelessly, "Sophia is carrying the Reid family's only heir!" Her husband watched coldly, "You can't conceive. Don't get in the way of her pregnancy!" Eleanor Morgan slammed the divorce papers on the table, only to be mocked by the entire family: "Who'd want a barren hen like you after leaving us?" She retaliated by slapping the husband's infertility diagnosis onto the table: After escaping that nightmare, the last man she expected to see came back into her life— Vincent Bennett, the elite Army Captain, who had once policed her every move when she stayed with the Bennett family, even monitoring the length of her skirts. Now, he cornered her against the wall, his gaze dark and intense: "Been hiding from me all these years… for that worthless, infertile ex?" She thought he was here to settle old scores, but instead, he swept her straight into the military compound. The entire army was stunned: The ruthless "Grim Reaper" was knitting sweaters for his ex-wife, queuing at dawn for her favorite pancakes, and even carrying her across muddy fields during drills! Nipping her earlobe, he growled in a husky voice: "Back then, I monitored your skirt length because I didn't want my sixteen-year-old girl getting fooled by some punk." "Now… let me teach you what a real, lawful relationship looks like."

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.

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 country bumpkin was brought back to be a sacrificial bride. Elena Monroe agreed—only to cut ties immediately after and dump her scumbag father. Little did she expect the "dead" m an she was supposed to marry would come back to life--and shamelessly crawl into her bed every night. After severing ties, her trashy father, stepmother, and white-lotus stepsister eagerly awaited Elena Monroe's downfall. Instead, she was welcomed into a top-tier aristocratic family! The family's green-tea fake heiress spread rumors about Elena Monroe being vulgar and incompetent--until her hidden identities were accidentally exposed! Genius prodigy? That was her. Top-tier miracle doctor? Also her. Master of the suona, inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, youngest gambling legend of Las Vegas… All her! The fake heiress got utterly humiliated, while her seven superstar brothers doted on her like crazy! Rumors spread that the hidden boss was still single—suitors lined up, trending on hot searches! "Elena, marry me! I'll give you all my assets!" "Elena, accept this 10-carat diamond ring--it' my heart for you!" "Elena…" Elena Monroe had no time to refuse. A certain man, burning with jealousy, pinned her down, his voice low and possessive: "Darling, it's time to drop the act!"