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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."

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!"

Adeline Hayes gave everything to her husband, Adrian Carter, and their beloved daughter, Zora. Her youth. Her dreams. Her entire being. But to them? She was nothing more than a convenient maid—summoned when needed, dismissed when not. The final straw came when Zora said the words that shattered Adeline's heart: "Daddy, divorce mom! I want Aunt Beth to be my new mommy." That night, Adeline walked out. They were sure she'd come crawling back within a week. She never did. Instead, Adeline reclaimed who she was: ★ Medical Prodigy — The genius who revolutionized pharmaceutical research before she turned twenty-five. ★ Underground Racing Legend — The ghost rider who's never lost a single midnight circuit. ★ Billion-Dollar Investor — The silent hand that moves markets and disappears without a trace. She buried all of it. Burned her trophies. Archived her patents. For him. For their daughter. And now? Now she's done being invisible. * "I gave you every chance," Adeline said coldly, tapping the finalized divorce papers as Adrian's face crumbled before her. "You chose to waste every single one." She leaned in, just close enough for him to feel the heat of her contempt. "Now get the hell out of my world."

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.

It was the annual military training season. But this year's batch of students was unruly, arrogant, and downright lawless—each with their own special tricks up their sleeves. The training had suddenly become every drill instructor's nightmare, reducing the once-renowned Steel Third Regiment to a laughingstock. Desperate to salvage their reputation, the regiment commander urgently called for volunteers. Yet, no one in the entire regiment dared to take on the challenge of disciplining these troublemakers. Just as they were at their wits' end, Ryan Lane activated his system and stepped forward, volunteering to go to the school and whip these delinquent students into shape—starting from scratch. "Instructor, if we're supposed to be shooting, then why the hell are you tossing grenades beside us?" "Sir, I get the tactical crawling drills, but crawling under live gunfire? Are you serious?" "Report, Instructor! The recruits practicing underwater drills have all surfaced—somebody save them, quick!" Three months later, during an inspection of the military training programs across academies, the regional commander was stunned to find one group standing head and shoulders above the rest—even outperforming the elite special forces of the military district. The commander was utterly baffled: "We just asked you to handle their training. How the hell did you turn every single one of them into a Special Forces King?"

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Daughter on the brink of death, Blair Wright was heartlessly abandoned by his ex-wife. In utter despair, he encountered a wealthy heiress—only to discover the dragon within him had awakened... From that moment on, Blair Wright, infused with the power of the dragon's bloodline, began his unstoppable rise through the city!

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…

[Group Favorite + Hilarious + Mysticism + Crime Solving + Secret Identity] Three-year-old Lila descended the mountain carrying all the worldly possessions her master had left her. The moment she set foot in the city, human traffickers had their eyes on her. When a group of kidnapped children staged a riot at the traffickers' den, Lila tied up the criminals herself and called the police. Human Trafficker: "Officer, I'm guilty! Please arrest me!" Almost-Sold Older Brother: "Damn, my little sister's a badass... I love it!" (✧◡✧) Meeting her demoted third brother, now a detective squad captain: "Big bro, Lila likes you so much~ You're gonna get promoted and rich soon!" Third Brother Jake Rivers sighed. "Picking up the pieces is exhausting... I just wanna slack off." After three long years, Lila finally returned home—only to be met with cold indifference. Just as the schemers behind the scenes were about to succeed, Lila uncovered their secret... Her father scoffed, "Stop with the superstitious nonsense, kid." Lila crossed her arms. "Daddy, if you don’t believe Lila, bad luck’s coming your way~" Shaun Rivers: "Yeah, right." Then—toilet paper ran out mid-business, the water cut off during his shower, his projects started failing... Meanwhile, her uncle, a once-anorexic A-list actor, suddenly regained his appetite! Her bedridden grandmother miraculously got up and started dancing in the square! The entire family’s fate began shifting because of Lila’s arrival. As case after case unraveled, the ultimate truth was finally coming to light...

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.

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.

He had once been the nation's sharpest blade. After a single, devastating war, grievously wounded, he chose to retire and reinvent himself as an ordinary college student, vanishing into the flower-bright city. Armed with ancient martial arts, he crushes corrupt power and vicious thugs—if you're wild, he's wilder.

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.

Genre: Urban Fantasy Su Chen's girlfriend was gravely ill, and he scraped together 300,000 yuan, even going as far as borrowing another 300,000 yuan from others. For her sake, he worked desperately. But he never expected that once she recovered, she would immediately break up with him. "I don't want to pay off the debt with you, don't bother me anymore." "A lousy phone worth only 3,000 yuan, and you have the nerve to give it as a gift?" she said as she threw the phone on the ground. Unexpectedly, this throw activated the special feature of the phone: future news. "On June 28th, a man will win a lottery prize of 5 million yuan!" "On June 29th, Huaming Group will announce the development of an anti-aging serum, causing its stock to soar!" "On June 30th, a true painting by Tang Bohu will appear on Antique Street in the southern city!" Su Chen was stunned. It's only the 27th today! News from the next couple of days is already coming out? What shocked him even more was that these news pieces were all true!

In her previous life, Clara Bennett was switched at birth and ended up in the hands of a greedy adoptive family. Betrayed and used, she met a tragic end. Given a second chance, Clara chooses to walk away from the Bennett family and returns to her poor but loving biological parents, the Howards. Everyone thinks she'll regret giving up her life as a wealthy heiress. But no one expected the truth—Clara is actually the CEO of a powerful corporation. Not only does she lift the Howards out of poverty, she also marries the heir of a billionaire family. This time, she's not just surviving. She's reclaiming her life and rewriting her destiny.

Age Gap Romance/Arranged Marriage/Strong Heroine/Found Family/Revenge/Slow Burn Romance Nineteen-year-old Clarice Sullivan was forced by her scumbag father to marry Theodore Grant, a man of thirty-one. On their wedding night, Theodore, transformed into a ravenous wolf, left her utterly exhausted. "I thought you said you couldn't?" she muttered, rubbing her aching lower back. "Aren't men in their thirties supposed to know some restraint?" Theodore, irritated, pinned her down again. "Round two!" he growled. After marriage, Theodore switched into full protective-and-doting-husband mode. "Darling, my worthless father is trying to hit me again!" "Just wait," Theodore snapped, his temper flaring. He promptly dismantled the entire Sullivan family. "Darling, she drugged me—tried to hand me over to another man!" Clarice pointed accusingly at her wicked half-sister. Theodore's fury erupted. He slapped the woman hard across the face and ensured her reputation was ruined beyond repair. With Theodore's unwavering devotion backing her, Clarice repaid every slight and cruelty a thousandfold. When others criticized her for being spoiled, Theodore scoffed, "I'm the one who spoiled her—got a problem with that?"

"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?"

After marrying David Reynolds, Charlotte Parker spent over a decade dutifully caring for her bedridden mother-in-law. She could never bring herself to splurge on expensive clothes, yet one day, she caught sight of her husband parading around town with his mistress—dressed head-to-toe in Chanel, toting a six-figure Hermès crocodile bag. And that wasn't all. There was also a love child, around ten years old. The boy obediently called her mother-in-law "Grandma," and the old woman immediately declared that the family fortune would one day be his. Her husband, ever the generous spender, announced plans to upgrade his mistress and their illegitimate son to a luxury duplex—worth a cool five million. Meanwhile, Charlotte was still stuck in the shabby, decades-old apartment allocated by her huaband workplace back in the day. The betrayal was the wake-up call she needed. She realized the first half of her life had been wasted on the wrong people. From now on, she would live for herself—free and unshackled. She wanted a divorce. Her husband sneered, "All you're good for is cooking and cleaning. You wouldn't survive without me." Her mother-in-law scoffed, "Women of our generation endure worse. Who hasn't suffered a little? Divorcing at your age—how disgraceful!" Relatives chimed in, "You've put up with it this long. What's another twenty or thirty years? Just bear with it a little longer." Bear with it? She had endured enough for a lifetime. No more! … Everyone expected the middle-aged divorce to become a pitiful, lonely joke. But to their shock, Charlotte not only re-entered the workforce—she thrived, climbing the career ladder with unstoppable momentum. And love? A second chance came knocking. Wait—what? The man she was dating, the one she might remarry… was actually the wealthiest tycoon in the capital? Her ex-husband's family was drowning in regret, begging her with tears to take them back. A squad of imposing bodyguards blocked their path. "Sorry," they said coolly. "Our lady says she doesn't know any poor relatives."

Hazel Grant and Ethan Blackwood finalized their divorce that day. A mutual friend cautiously asked, "So it's really over? No regrets?" Ethan, dressed in a sleek black suit, leaned casually against his car, his expression detached. "It was just a marriage of convenience. We part ways amicably." Later, at a cocktail party, someone caught sight of the usually composed and dignified man cornering his ex-wife on the shadowed terrace of a hotel. His collar was slightly disheveled, his breath laced with alcohol as he pressed his palm against the small of her back, guiding her leg to wrap around him. His voice was rough, barely above a whisper: "let's remarry. Please?" Hazel turned her face away, chuckling lightly. "Didn't Mr. Blackwood say—it was just a marriage of convenience? Easy come, easy go?" He kissed her earlobe, his voice muffled in surrender. "I can't let go."

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!