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The pampered heiress wakes up as the family doormat? Her cousin backs out of the wedding at the last minute and shoves her into the role of instant stepmother! The groom walks out on their wedding night? Joanna Mitchell shrugs and goes full chill: in-laws are loaded? Shop, shop, shop—glam, glam, glam! Who knew the little baggage would turn into a sweet cub, and the big baggage into a clingy hubby? Her cousin, reborn, secretly rejoices: dumped the cold-blooded scientist, locked down the rising star—easy win! Then— The rising star becomes a convict? The cousin she looked down on is now doted on by the in-laws, adored by the stepson, and even the once-icy husband showers her with affection. Briony Mitchell rips her handkerchief to shreds: “How did she stumble into all that wealth and luck?!”

Charlotte Weston had loved Ethan Caldwell for ten years, been married to him for ten years, and finally died in her prime. The genius writer had married her teenage idol, believing this to be the beginning of happiness. Little did she know, marriage would become a cage, slowly suffocating her over the course of a decade. The Ethan Caldwell she loved with all her heart had fallen for her student. She hemorrhaged during childbirth, losing the baby. Yet Ethan Caldwell sent her divorce papers, demanding she step aside for his mistress. "Ethan Caldwell, you want a divorce? Dream on. Not unless I'm dead!" In the end, she died—at thirty-five, in the prime of her life. A rising literary star extinguished, her name tarnished with accusations of plagiarism. Reborn, she wanted nothing more than to let those two have each other. But when Ethan Caldwell learned of the suffering she had endured... He fell to his knees in agony, saying, "Charlotte, I truly don't deserve you... but I won't let you go."

She woke up to find herself the doomed first wife who wouldn’t survive three chapters in a period drama novel. Twenty-first-century ace diplomat Vivian Starr had transmigrated into the cannon-fodder supporting role who, desperate to climb the social ladder, jumped into a river to force a marriage and ended up stabbed to death by thugs while searching for her husband. She glanced at the bridal chamber plastered with scarlet “double happiness” characters, then at the in-laws' cold faces that had iced her out for three years perfect. This marriage was ending. Three days and nights on a rattling green-skinned train brought her to the island army compound. Facing the aloof officer husband who, rumor said, hadn’t come home in two years, she cut straight to the point: “I'm here for a divorce.” Sean Lancaster, twenty-eight, the youngest full-regiment commander in the army, iron-fisted and famously stone-faced the whole district joked he’d married a ghost bride. Yet as he stared at the woman with clear, cool eyes and an air of poised frost, the heart that had stayed silent for twenty-six years suddenly thundered. Then he heard her say, “I'll draft the divorce papers; you just sign.” “When did I ever agree to a divorce?” Sean's dark eyes narrowed. He tossed the marriage certificate straight into the wastebasket. Vivian arched a brow. “Weren’t you the one who stayed away for two years?” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I already filed my disciplinary resignation. I was about to submit my discharge papers to come home to be with you.” Later, the entire compound buzzed: “Hey, isn’t that your Charles doing laundry again? Which load is this?” “Good grief! Sean's wife is incredible her trading company made the front page!” “Commander Lancaster! Your wife just gave birth to twins!” “Sean, hurry your wife's pushing to build a free-trade zone in the South China Sea, and the provincial delegation's already here!”

Vivienne Norwood had toiled for half her life, finally securing investments to open a grand shopping mall and was about to start enjoying the fruits of her labor when an accident at a wine reception sent her transmigrating to the late 1970s, becoming a cannon fodder character with the same tragic fate and identical name from a novel. The original owner had been controlled by her husband, who deceived her with a "fake divorce, remarriage in half a year" scheme, when in reality he wanted to dump her and marry his childhood sweetheart, eventually getting her thrown in jail and causing her to lose her unborn child. Learning the truth, Vivienne sneered: Fake divorce? Villain label? Since you're heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless! She decided to go all in—while her ex-husband's family was unprepared, she emptied their entire household of assets, then immediately gave up the highly coveted city return quota she had fought over. Having worked like an ox and horse in her past life, this life she just wanted to rot in the countryside and live comfortably as a wealthy woman. She thought she could live in peace, but trouble kept coming: Her ex-husband's younger uncle, Marcus Vance, approached with a face full of guilt saying he wanted to take care of her, then overstepped boundaries and even secretly climbed into her bed; A venerable old military commander stubbornly refused to leave her doorway, insisting on recognizing her as his biological daughter; And three powerful older brothers with tremendous influence found her and doted on her as their precious little sister, protecting her impenetrably. Meanwhile, her ex-husband watched as Vivienne thrived in the countryside, surrounded by powerful figures, then looked at his shrewish childhood sweetheart beside him, regretting so bitterly it twisted his guts. He blocked the village entrance daily begging to remarry. Seeing this, Marcus directly pulled Vivienne into his embrace with domineering force, his gaze ice-cold as he looked down at Edmund , his tone mocking yet commanding: "Nephew, look clearly—she's my wife now. Call her Little Aunt!"

Vivian Ashford unlocks the most absurd transmigration in history — she gets her head slammed in a door, passes out, and wakes up smack in the 1970s, coming to in a strange man's bedroom. After absorbing the original host's memories and sizing up her bloodsucking, sharp-tongued family, Vivian Ashford — whose whole brand is shameless scheming — has an instant epiphany: Beat the awful people at their own game, and leave them nowhere to run! Armed with her little red book, she launches straight into ruthless revenge mode, bringing the family that bullied the original host for years to heel completely. She turns her sharp tongue up to full blast and presses them at every step, tormenting the wretches in creative ways: "I've waited on you all for years — you owe me compensation. Pay up, or I'll report you." "Every last bit of dowry a bride is owed, not a penny less — otherwise, I'll report you just the same." When her family demands a bride price from her future husband, she fires right back: "A bride price is feudal nonsense. Bring it up again and I'll keep right on reporting you!" With a series of moves as smooth as flowing water, Vivian Ashford successfully secures her compensation and dowry, then cuts ties with her awful relatives cleanly and completely. To dodge the hardship of being sent down to the countryside, she sets her sights on Nathan Sinclair, a military bigshot desperately in need of an extra pair of hands. Nathan Sinclair, believing his comrade-in-arms was killed in action, has taken in the man's child and urgently needs a woman to help care for the little one. Vivian Ashford volunteers herself on the spot, laying out her terms with cool-headed precision: *"We sign a contract — you pay me forty yuan a month, and I work for you and mind the kid." Forty yuan a month, secured. She's no fool — no way is she suffering out in the countryside. The contract marriage is officially sealed. She follows her convenient husband to live on the military base, quietly scheming on the side to mooch off her awful birth family whenever she gets the chance, squeezing every last drop out of them without a shred of mercy. Armed with her personal inventory space and a mind full of tricks, this scheming female lead turns military base life into her personal playground — delivering face-slaps and revenge at every opportunity. As time passes, the terms of their contract slowly give way to something deeper, and their marriage-first love story reaches peak sweetness. Meanwhile, a jaw-dropping secret about her origins and the hidden truth behind her comrade's death come to light one after another, with twist upon twist upending everything. A vivid ensemble cast where everyone gets their moment to shine — equal parts absurd comedy and heartfelt romance. Watch this scheming, lovably shameless little wife lie her way to the top and rise triumphant in the 1970s. Sweet, satisfying, and utterly legendary! 【Reader Advisory: There's more to the comrade's death than meets the eye, and the childcare arrangement is only temporary. Enter with caution if either is a concern!】

[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.

Elara Sinclair had assumed that Theodore Ashford—that ascetic, taciturn, utterly unattainable magnate—could never possibly develop any interest in his "former niece-in-law." Yet one day, she found herself pinned against his chest, his fingers trailing somewhere decidedly improper. "Little Elara," he murmured, "have you been wanting me to hold you all along?" Only then did she realize with a jolt—she'd wandered straight into a wolf's den, and no one was coming to save her. She'd planned to slip away quietly, only to find herself drowning in the Ashford family's overwhelming affection— Mrs. Ashford slammed her hand on the table: "Whoever disrespects my future granddaughter-in-law gets their legs broken!" Mr. Ashford solemnly declared: "The mistress of the Ashford family must be none other than Elara!" The eldest Ashford brother transferred a billion yuan: "Here! Don't think it's too little, sorry for the delay." The eldest sister-in-law presented a family heirloom: "My good-for-nothing son doesn't deserve you!" The second brother lined up a crowd of men: "Anyone who bullies you, beat them to death!" Even her ex-boyfriend stood weeping silently in the corner: "So... I was just a plot device the whole family used to push your romance forward?" The entire family in unison: Yes! At least you have self-awareness!

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!

He Yi, an intern doctor on the brink of being fired by the hospital, unexpectedly awakened a system. Not only can he see through ailments at a glance, but he also automatically acquires top-notch surgical skills, performing surgeries daily! Appendectomy? A piece of cake! Organ transplant? Easy as pie! The hospital director is stunned, experts are impressed, and patients nationwide scramble to make appointments! He Yi leaps from the "edge of being fired" to becoming the youngest all-around surgical genius in China. With a scalpel in hand, he can defy fate and change destinies! He smiles calmly, saying, "I'm not a god, just an ordinary genius."

A young boy from a humble bloodline, occasionally inherited from a world-shocking family. Once he woke up, he ascended to the Ninth Heaven. He cultivated the Nine Stars Divine Dragon Technique, condensing dragon vein, forming the Overlord Body. He competed with the prodigies of all the clans, overwhelming all fields, and shocking the Ninth Heaven.

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!

Vivian Harper only learned the truth on her deathbed her entire twenty years of life had been stolen by the Montgomery family, who had used her as nothing more than a “luck puppet.” They’d snatched her as a baby for her fate of boundless fortune. When she opened her eyes again, she was bound to a [Favorability System] that could trade goodwill for grain, medicine, and supplies an instant cheat code So Vivian decisively went to the countryside to become the team’s darling. Her new parents adored her to the bone, her three older brothers took turns spoiling her, and her little brother guarded her every day. She led the whole family in foraging wild delicacies and earning work points; their days grew brighter and richer until the entire village wept with envy. Along the way she picked up a “little fool”: handsome, strong, and the moment he saw her he called her “wife.” Vivian pushed his approaching face away. “I’m not your wife.” The fool wasn’t upset; he pulled a grimy milk candy from his pocket and placed it gently in her palm. “For my wife to eat.” She sighed since she couldn’t shake him off, she might as well marry him! After the wedding, the little fool worked for her by day and clung to her by night; their days were honey-sweet. Then one day the fool regained his senses he wasn’t a fool at all, but a big shot with a dazzling military background. A very pregnant Vivian stared blankly: no one had told her that when she picked him up!

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!

Serena Jenner toiled her whole life, only to stumble upon a shattering truth on her deathbed the child she had raised with all her heart was her husband’s secret offspring with her best friend. She had merely been the cannon-fodder cash cow in a period drama, raising the white-lotus heroine’s brats and squeezed dry of every last drop of value. Reborn in a single heartbeat, she wakes up on her wedding night. The scumbag, as always, claims he has to leave and abandons her to an empty room. Serena lets out a cold laugh, sweeps every cent of the family fortune into her bags, and slips straight into the house of his childhood friend. Ethan Gallagher is a famously stone-faced officer hard-muscled, tight-lipped, and allergic to women. When he wakes to find a pampered capitalist heiress curled beside him, his face turns livid, every instinct rebelling. “I won’t take responsibility, and I’ll never fall for you. From now on, we live separate lives.” He resolves to keep his distance from this delicate flower who can’t lift a finger separate beds, separate paths, no crossing the line. Serena is stunned. In her last life, the scumbag died young; she staggered through storm-tossed years, and every time it was Ethan who silently shielded her. She had assumed it was for her late husband’s sake until years later, eyes red, he knelt and confessed he had loved her for more than twenty years. By the timeline, he’d fallen for her before her first marriage. Now that she was finally his, shouldn’t he be over the moon. Why the disgust, the refusal to share a bed. Later, the cold officer falls completely, his clinginess unmatched. Once standoffish, now he won’t leave the bed won’t even let her out of it and gifts her triplets in one go. Ethan is ordered to the front; years pass in wind and frost. When he finally returns, three jade-carved children block the doorway, eyes wary. In chorus, the triplets snarl, “Don’t you dare go near our mom! Who are you? Planning to be her sneaky lover?” The iron-blooded warrior Ethan: “…” His own sons can’t hit, can’t scold he can only swallow his pride and coax them into calling him Dad.

(Military Marriage Sweet Romance + Revenge Story + 1v1 Pure Love + Karma for the Second Male Lead + Younger Uncle Steps Up + Adorable Baby) After five years of military marriage, Evelyn Carter dutifully served her in-laws and raised her son—only for her husband to demand a divorce for the sake of his "white moonlight." Determined to confront him, Evelyn took their son and set off, but tragedy struck on the way. In her final moments, she discovered the devastating truth: the child she had lovingly raised wasn’t hers at all—he was the offspring of her husband’s beloved. Meanwhile, her own flesh and blood, swapped at birth by her husband and his mistress, had suffered relentless abuse before ultimately perishing at the hands of that woman’s son. Consumed by grief and rage, Evelyn dragged the treacherous pair down with her in a blaze of vengeance. But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in time—right before her real son’s death. This time, she swore to protect her child at all costs and make every last villain pay in blood. Tear the mistress apart. Kick the scum to the curb. Crush the whole rotten family. With her hidden space ability, she emptied her in-laws’ home clean, then marched straight to the military base with divorce papers in hand. A report to the high-ranking commander sped up the proceedings. Everyone expected her life to fall apart after the divorce. Instead, she rose like a phoenix, slapping down every hater and climbing to the top with her son in tow. Her ex-husband, drowning in regret, begged for reconciliation. But by then, another man stood firmly by Evelyn’s side—the icy, untouchable Special Forces legend, the ex-husband’s own revered and childless uncle. Shielding Evelyn and her son with his imposing frame, his voice was frosty as steel: "Step away from my wife and child."

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…

Serena Atkins was like most women who wouldn't turn back until they hit a brick wall—trying to make a man like Ethan Mercer fall in love with her. Yet three years of marriage left them strangers under the same roof. When she was brutally attacked and fighting for her life, Ethan Mercer was by his old flame's side. Serena Atkins cut her losses and walked away, only to find that arrogant man haunting her every step. He closed in on her, snapping every blooming romance, sealing off all her escape routes. "You were the one who insisted on marrying me. As long as I don't say the word, you're never leaving me!" Serena Atkins looked at him coldly. "Sorry, Mr. Mercer—you've been kicked out of my game. This marriage ends when I say it ends!" [Novel setting is fictional; plot elements are imaginary. Please do not associate with reality.]

Nora Whitfield, a pampered beauty and beloved daughter of a capitalist family, once lived a charmed life—until the storm came and the world turned upside down. Her father was taken away for investigation, crisis engulfed her home, and her life plummeted overnight. Those closest to her plunged the knife in, while wolves circled all around! Her greedy uncle and hypocritical stepmother seized the moment, scheming together to trick her into handing over the family fortune, planning to flee to Hong Kong with the money. Even more viciously, the pair deliberately stirred trouble, urging her to divorce, determined to hollow out her life completely. Just as Nora Whitfield was about to sign and accept her fate, her three-month-old baby suddenly spoke from the womb! The cute baby's inner voice rang out again and again, each line a critical hit: [Mommy, don't divorce! You'll be sent down for labor and die miserably!] [Uncle and stepmom are having an affair! The stepsister is their illegitimate bastard!] [The scumbag will beat you, steal your job! And he'll take me away too!] Nora Whitfield woke up instantly, icy fury surging in her eyes! With her baby's spoilers, she pulled herself together completely and launched her heaven-defying comeback. She struck back against the scumbag, dealt with her vicious relatives, and sent her scheming stepmother, uncle, and white lotus stepsister all to labor reform in one fell swoop. She seized the family assets firmly and crushed their plans to escape. After settling all the rotten people, Nora Whitfield looked at the island ferry ticket in her hands, her heart full of hesitation. The island was scarce in supplies, life there harsh—she truly dreaded it. But her baby offered warm comfort: [Mommy, don't be afraid! I have a spirit spring space with endless supplies. You just stay beautiful!] What truly troubled her, though, was that rough, strong officer husband of hers—Marcus Ashford. On their wedding night, she'd been worn out until she begged for mercy, her heart filled with resistance. Learning she would follow him to his post, she was filled with anxiety: [Baby, I'm scared of your dad!] Marcus Ashford, eavesdropping from the corner, broke down on the spot and swore overnight: [Wife, I'll be gentle and considerate, absolutely obedient!] But on their first day of marriage, Nora Whitfield kicked him straight out of bed! [Soft, adorable pregnant wife vs. doting husband, rough man] No frustration throughout! Raising baby, crushing scum, building a career—sweet pampering and comedy guaranteed!

Lyra Donovan looked at her stunning face, perfect figure, and the more-than-sufficient balance in her bank account, and smiled. Let whoever wants to be the cannon fodder on this dating show go right ahead. Original male lead: Can you stop clinging to me? Original female lead: Sis, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Lyra Donovan quietly distanced herself from the two of them. Why do these two little cannon fodders have so much drama? Wasn't it better to just focus on her career? While others became celebrities, she became the boss of celebrities. While others became trainees, she became the trainer of trainees. Wearing a breathtaking face, running a mogul's empire. She started an entertainment company, and every single artist under her was absolutely exceptional. Mini Theater I heard you're looking for investment? Just go find Lyra Donovan! Lyra Donovan: ??? Sure, I have money, but I'm not some bottomless ATM!

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.