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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!】

In her past life, she and her triplet sons were abused to death. This time around, she gave birth to twin boys and fled far from home to a foreign land. Upon her return, her adorable babies had grown—and now, one by one, they took revenge on their scumbag father and his mistress. Then one day, her little one brought home a child who looked exactly like him. "Mommy, this is your third son. Did you really not know you'd lost one of your babies?" Ah, perfect. This time, not a single one of her three children was missing.

Iris Ashford, the strongest warrior who fought through the apocalypse for ten bloody years, transmigrates back to 1973—a time of crippling scarcity—and becomes the true daughter the Ashford family finally found. She thought her suffering was over, that stability awaited. Instead, she discovers she's merely a cannon-fodder side character destined for a miserable death in some era novel! Her previous life's script was absolute garbage! Her scumbag fiancé Nathan Holloway pines for the white lotus foster daughter, storms in to provoke her at will, and tries to steal her life-bound pearl. Iris Ashford, now awakened with spatial abilities and powers, doesn't indulge him for a second. She kicks him down on the spot and declares with domineering flair: "Scumbags and bitches—none of you are worth a damn!" They think forcing a broken engagement will control her? She agrees without hesitation: "Whoever doesn't break it off is a dog!" Then she empties his family's assets clean, leaves the Holloway household with nothing but bare walls—striking first and striking hard, pure satisfaction! More shocking—the Ashford family's pampered fake daughter is actually reborn. Armed with memories from her past life, she schemes to steal Iris's golden finger and climb over the Ashford family to become richest tycoon. Foreseeing catastrophe for her entire family, Iris Ashford defies fate itself and reverses every tragedy: Solves her parents' political exile crisis. Heals her damaged eldest brother. Protects her nephew from his ill-fated path. Rewrites her sister's brutal death. With Divine Farmer Space and billions in supplies at hand, she decisively relocates her whole family to the countryside for safety. There, using apocalypse-honed skills and modern knowledge alike—treating illnesses, reclaiming wasteland, building wealth—she leads her family from ruin to riches. Every ghost and demon who dares provoke them gets crushed mercilessly; face-slapping comes without mercy. Only that man who initially doubted her gradually loses his heart to her. Declan Hartwell—the most coldly ascetic officer of A-Division 303 Regiment. Poison-tongued. Untouchable. Feared by all. First meeting: amusement flickers in his eyes. Interesting. Second meeting: something stirs. After several encounters: completely undone. Before marriage—proudly aloof, keep your distance. After marriage—instantly transforms into a clingy loyal dog! Kicked out of bed by his wife once? He hugs his pillow pitifully at the door: "Wife... don't make me sleep in the study... I want to sleep with you." [Strongest Apocalypse Queen vs True-Scent Ascetic Officer—mutual pursuit that only gets more addictive!]

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!"

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find herself trans inside a novel—right after her real body had been declared brain-dead. She was now the stepmother of five future villains, and her brand-new husband had died on the battlefield almost as soon as the wedding ended. The five kids who would one day implode into blackened, plot-derailing disasters were still pitiful little things: hungry, cold, homeless. A “Villain-Correction System” shackled itself to her. Mission: farm, raise the cubs, give them a warm childhood so they’d grow up straight and bright and never break the storyline again. Just when everything was running smoothly, the system informed her that a father figure was essential to the villains’ healthy growth curve. While Serena Whitmore stared at that problem in despair, a tall, lean, devastatingly handsome man showed up at the gate. “Wife, I’m their dad.” The guy who’d supposedly collected his death-coupon in chapter one was suddenly alive—turned loyal-dog-slash-big-bad-wolf whose only hobbies were spoiling his wife and competing with his own children for her attention. Shameless man: “That’s my wife. If you want one go find your own.” Little radish-tops: “That’s our mama!” Man: “Not blood-related—doesn’t count.” Reading Notes Main tag: farming + child-rearing; daily chores and firewood-oil-salt-rice. Will NOT turn into palace-or-harem intrigue! Not happening! ML type: traditional loyal foodie on the outside, sly fox inside; career goal = spoil wife. Note: 1v1 double-clean!! (Kids are NOT related by blood!)

Clara Bennett opened her eyes to find herself transported back one month before the apocalypse. Her home hadn’t been seized yet. Her parents and older brother were still alive. And now, she even possessed an invincible survival space—capable of farming, stockpiling supplies, and most importantly, binding her family to it! With no time to waste, the entire Bennett family mobilized into full-scale survival mode. Mr. Bennett: *"Lay a finger on my daughter? I’ll cut down every last one of them! Come at us if you’ve got a death wish!"* Mrs. Bennett: *"Even if it bankrupts us, I won’t let my girl go without a single thing in the apocalypse!"* Brother Bennett: *"I’ll earn the money, I’ll do the work—this time, I’m sticking with my sister till the very end!"* When the apocalypse arrives, it’s every villain for themselves. Settle old scores, repay old debts—no mercy, no hesitation. (No deadweight in this family. Unwavering trust in Clara, no melodrama, no misplaced mercy. She’s decisive, ruthless—slaying zombies and enemies without a second thought.)

Jade Whitmore wakes up inside a novel only to be drugged and ruined by her scheming stepsister! Her biased family expects her to swallow the insult in silence? She raids her mother’s dowry and her grandma’s gold bars—no mercy! Apocalypse-grade spatial storage plus a spirit-spring jade pendant fuse into one cheat-level combo! Helping others triggers bonus rewards; she coasts straight to victory in this retro era. At night a man sneaks in—she swings a rolling pin, knocks him down, and pins him instead? Eyes lock; they recognize each other at once—he’s the stranger from that night! The stone-faced officer demands to take responsibility; she refuses flat-out. Later… Mr. Pierce squats in the yard scrubbing her tiny lingerie while kids giggle behind their hands and dash away! Jade Whitmore clings to the wall: “Where’s the promised ice-cold soldier king?!”

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!

After her mother's sudden death, her father couldn't wait to bring his mistress and her daughter into their home. Grandfather: "You ungrateful wretch! Heartless and cruel—you don't deserve to be in the Kendall family registry!" Father: "How did I end up with such a thankless daughter? No conscience, no shame—what the hell is wrong with you?!" Stepmother: "Sophia has always been frail and sickly. How could you be so cruel as to push her to the brink of death over some man?" She became the disgraced heiress of White City. Yet Charlotte Kendall never explained a thing. Then one day, a wave of influential figures suddenly spoke up for her online... Weren't they all saying Charlotte Kendall was just a down-and-out socialite with no connections or power?

Cassie Harrington married into a top-tier wealthy family. Her husband was Elliot Adams, known worldwide as the most eligible bachelor. Everyone gossiped about her with utter contempt: "Mr. Adams doesn't even like her. So what if she married into wealth? She's just living like a widow anyway." Cassie Harrington couldn't care less about the rumors. Looking at her newly purchased luxury bags and jewelry, she smiled and said, "My husband has someone else in his heart. He only married me to appease his parents. He gives me ten million in allowance every month but never comes home." What do you call this? This is literally the ultimate happiness in life, okay! Cassie Harrington made it clear that she was extremely satisfied with her married life.

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.

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

Stella Ashford woke up to find herself transmigrated into the 1960s, an era of scarcity where food and clothing were hard to come by. Just as she was catching her breath, her cheap ex-husband Lawrence Whitfield—who had gotten a promotion and a change of heart—forced her into a divorce. He even put on airs about it: "These days we advocate free love. Arranged marriages don't count anymore. Let's get divorced." "Don't worry, we'll divorce but you won't leave the family. I won't abandon you..." Stella Ashford was furious listening to this nonsense. She slapped him straight across the face: Want to kick her to the curb while playing the good guy? Not a chance in hell! Divorce was fine—but he had to pay five hundred yuan in settlement fees! Plus, with all his connections in the military, he had to introduce her to a reliable man! Lawrence Whitfield was dumbstruck: He actually had to play matchmaker for his own ex-wife?! Later on, Stella Ashford married Ethan Mercer, a steady and dependable military officer. Early in their marriage, Ethan Mercer wore a stern expression: "My heart holds only my country and my home. The Three Rules of Discipline and Eight Points for Attention are etched into my bones." Later still, the man held her tightly in his arms, coaxing her in a low voice: "Wife, stop busying yourself. Let's have another one." Her ex-husband regretted it until his guts turned green, but by then she had already been doted upon by her officer husband into becoming the happiest military wife alive!

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 Ashford, the old ancestor of metaphysics, perished during her tribulation transcendence. Reborn in an instant, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the recently recovered short-lived true daughter of the Ashford family in 1960s Beijing. The original owner had wandered outside since childhood. After returning home, not only did she possess severed meridians that cut off all vitality, but she was also secretly plotted against by her hypocritical stepmother and the fake daughter who had occupied her nest—scheming to drain her fortune dry before selling her off to the Great Northwest, letting her die a stranger in foreign lands and vanish completely. Serena Ashford's eyes turned cold with a mocking smile. Want to steal her luck? She'd directly shatter their protective blessings and illusory opportunities! Want to send her to the Northwest to die? Fine—but she'd empty out the entire Ashford family first! After settling all grievances, Serena Ashford sat amidst a space full of rare supplies, boarding the train heading for the Great Northwest with swagger. She never expected that on that very train, she'd encounter a hot-blooded young man? Serena Ashford's eyes suddenly lit up: This man—she would have him!

Isolde Ashworth transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder heiress destined to throw money and her life away for the male and female leads. And now, during these politically turbulent times, her identity as a capitalist's daughter made her a walking target. Isolde Ashworth sneered coldly: "Cannon fodder? I'm the heir to an ancient martial arts family and a metaphysics grandmaster, and you expect me to be cannon fodder?" She swiftly dealt with her fiancé who had hooked up with her cousin—emptied the scumbag's family assets, sent the pair off to reeducation through labor in Northeast China in one fell swoop, and conveniently tossed in her maternal uncle's family who'd tried to swallow up her inheritance as well. Then, carrying her spatial pocket, she turned around and went to the military compound to seek refuge with the scumbag's uncle—that notoriously unmarriageable bachelor famous throughout the entire army, Sebastian Whitmore. Sebastian Whitmore was ascetic and sharp-tongued; the whole military district was betting on whether he'd ever manage to get married in this lifetime. Then one day, a girl came knocking on his door, hands on her hips, accusing him right off the bat: "Your nephew cheated on me—you have to take responsibility!" Sebastian Whitmore looked down at the girl who barely reached his chest: "...Who told you to come?" Isolde Ashworth answered with perfect confidence: "Your mother!" Later, the entire military district discovered that Chief Whitmore had changed. That sharp-tongued man who used to frown at the sight of women was now running to the family quarters every single day. When someone asked where he was going, he replied without batting an eye: "My wife is throwing a tantrum again; I'm going back to coax her." Everyone exchanged bewildered glances: What happened to his supposed gynophobia??

Ethan Lorne, the village fool who had endured endless scorn from his neighbors, fortuitously acquired the Dragon King Technique. Transforming into an omnipotent miracle healer, he rose to wealth and embraced a wonderful life.

Acupuncture prodigy Josephine Murphy opened her eyes and found herself flung into the 1970s, now the poor wretch forced by a wicked stepmother to sell her dowry. Good news: she arrived with a heaven-defying medicinal herb space. Bad news: on day one she has to drag her four-year-old dragon-and-phoenix twins to the army base to hunt down their father? Screw meek obedience! Stepmom wants to sell her for cash? She slams down a severance paper, empties the Murphy ancestral house overnight—furniture, antiques, gold bars, century-old ginseng… not even a single stale grain left in the rat holes! At the gates of the base, the twins split the duties. The girl unfurls a banner: “Zachary Chambers! Your wife and kids are here!” The boy lifts a megaphone: “If you don’t want us, I’ll make Mom remarry!” The whole compound watches: whose soldier is this handful? Zachary Chambers rushes over and finds his wife transformed—she won’t acknowledge him and, with miraculous hands, revives a critically wounded commander, instantly becoming the star of the dependents’ village. All he can do is trail after her every day, coaxing: “Darling, I was wrong. From now on my whole paycheck is yours and I’ll do all the chores—please don’t divorce me and remarry.” Josephine Murphy counts the bills in her hand, lifts her eyes lazily: “We’ll see how you behave.”

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 Calloway, a college graduate serving as a village official, transmigrated into a novel and became the most tragic cannon fodder fake heiress in a 1970s doting family story! The moment she opened her eyes, her heartless adoptive parents were forcibly sending her away, throwing her back to her biological parents' home in some remote countryside. Not only that, but they also wanted the returning real heiress to take her college entrance exam slot and steal away eighteen years of her life! Her adoptive parents morally blackmailed her: "The real heiress suffered eighteen years for you. What's wrong with letting her have one exam score? Everything you have should be returned to her!" But Vivienne Calloway knew the full picture: this so-called suffering real heiress had been pampered by five top-tier brothers and never experienced the slightest grievance! On the contrary, it was she, the fake heiress, who ended up betrayed by all and died miserably. Even more laughable was that the adoptive parents' family would soon be sent down and ruined, with no blessings left to enjoy! Having seen through the plot, Vivienne Calloway completely woke up—she absolutely would not replicate the original owner's pathetic life! Clinging to powerful thighs? Unnecessary! Fleeing overnight? Too undignified! With a portable space in hand and confidence backed by martial arts skills, she headed straight for the countryside, determined to tame those five future big-shot biological brothers! If she couldn't win them over through charm, she'd subdue them through force—in short, these five brothers were hers for the taking! She thought she only needed to handle five powerful older brothers. Who knew that on this brother-taming journey, she'd accidentally entangle herself with Nathaniel Forrest—the village's most mysterious and abstinent team leader. He was cold and taciturn with hidden authority. Yet step by step, he fell for her alone—his extreme favoritism transforming this fake heiress abandoned by her entire family into the village's most dazzling cherished darling!