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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!

For eight years Felicia was in love with Max Hawthorne the kind of love that leads to excessive effort and insufficient demands. The closest she ever came to being selected was when she became his assistant. Then an error turned into a marriage, and she became the antagonist due to her pregnancy. It was said that she orchestrated it. Max didn't dispute it. While his mistress made sure she felt insignificant, he didn't even glance at her. Felicia then departed. After giving birth, she left the divorce papers there and turned to go. After five years, she is back at the top, successful, and untouchable. Max now demands her attention as if he has always been entitled to it. He discovers her grinning and announcing her engagement while perched on the arm of another man. With fear in his eyes, Max intervenes and presses her up against the wall. "Felicia," he murmurs. "Return to me. We're still together."

[Rebirth in the 80s + Second Chance + Rise to Power + Rough Diamond Soldier + Military Marriage + Face-Slapping & Revenge] Rosalind Whitmore opened her eyes and found herself back in 1985! In her last life she’d been blinded by lard, turning her back on the high-powered, iron-fisted “Living King of Hell,” Magnus Morrison, to elope with a sweet-talking pretty boy. In the end she was dumped in the wilderness and died a miserable death. Now, reborn, she stared at the tall, chiseled officer whose muscles rippled and hormones overflowed—Magnus Morrison—and regret gnawed at her bones. This tough-as-nails man was a hundred times better than that weak chicken who couldn’t lift a sack of rice! Everyone in the military family compound waited for the joke, whispering behind their hands: “That pampered Rosalind Whitmore will never survive the cold-blooded demon. Three days tops, she’ll run home in tears.” Reality slapped every face crimson. A comrade rushed in: “Captain Morrison, your Rosalind got her new dress dirty and is throwing a little tantrum!” Magnus Morrison’s face stayed hard as granite, but his voice carried a hidden tenderness: “Then toss it. I’ll buy ten more. My pay can spoil her for life.” The cafeteria auntie leaned over to grumble: “Captain Morrison, your wife says the food’s awful and slammed down her chopsticks!” Without a word Magnus peeled off his uniform. “Got it. I’ll cook at home—whatever she wants, I’ll make it.” The whole compound gaped: the once-terrifying Living King of Hell had turned into a wife-spoiling maniac? Rosalind looped her arm through Magnus’s, smiling sweetly. “Captain Morrison, they all say you’re fierce, but you only ever pamper me.” Magnus ruffled her hair, voice low and husky: “No one else is worth my attention.” This lifetime, Rosalind clings to her rough-diamond officer, slaps the pretty boy’s face, crushes every sneer, and together with Magnus Morrison writes a sweet, victorious love story against all odds.

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!】

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!

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!”

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."

After three years of marriage, Lydia Grace hadn't even touched Harrison James's fingers, let alone conceived a child. Then came the plane crash. As a survivor, she stumbled upon Harrison accompanying another woman for a prenatal checkup at the hospital. Only then did she realize—she had never truly entered this man's heart. The moment she decided to let go, she suddenly discovered she was the granddaughter of the world's richest man. If she couldn't be Mrs. Harrison, then she'd become the nemesis of the Harrison conglomerate—so far out of his reach, he'd never dare dream of her again!

[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.

Capitalist's Daughter Meets Tragic End Before Exile--Only to Reborn With a Vengeance! Uncle tries to steal treasures and custody? Claire Anderson fights back and loots his entire estate! "Deceased" husband suddenly resurrects? Planned to laze through exile—ended up packing for the military in seconds! Uncle's hidden savings? Confiscated! Mountain treasures? Seized! Discarded antiques? All reclaimed! Oliver Collins: "She used to be cold, but now she greets her husband with smiles by day... and clings to me, weeping at night?" "Divorce? Over my dead body!"

A peerless prodigy of ancient martial arts and medicine, Adelaide Sinclair, accidentally transmigrates into a novel, reduced to the lowliest little girl in the old Hartley family—starting life on hell-mode difficulty. Her household overflows with toxic relatives: a miserly grandmother who perennially skimps on rations, a violent deadbeat father who wields the cudgel at will, and a birth mother too timid and cowardly to stand against bullying. Beyond that, she must shoulder her broken little family—caring for a sickly husband as useless as a cripple, and a three-year-old milk-baby so malnourished his face is sallow, tugging at her clothes wailing about hunger. Life stretches impossibly thin. Possessing peerless medical skills and holding a storage space in her grasp, Adelaide Sinclair shows no fear in her eyes. She immediately resolves to defy heaven and flip the board, dragging her whole family up from rock bottom! She decisively helps her cowardly mother secure a clean divorce, tears apart malicious relatives steeped in wickedness, severs those wretched blood ties, and splits off alone with her milk-baby and sickly husband. One silver needle saves countless lives. With miraculous healing hands rising from spring itself, she transforms from an unknown peasant girl at society's bottom rung into an unparalleled divine physician whose name resounds through the capital. Starting from one small restaurant, she leverages unique culinary arts and business acumen to build from nothing—gold flowing daily—completely escaping poverty so her family eats meat every meal without worry. She only wanted stable money-making and career-building while protecting her family's peaceful days. Who could have predicted life would activate cheat mode? Her originally frail sickling husband immerses himself in study to achieve top honors in all three examinations; his official career soars smoothly while his identity grows ever more noble and mysterious—concealing earth-shattering hidden cards beneath the surface. And Adelaide Sinclair gradually discovers that her origins far exceed simple farmgirl simplicity. The deadbeat father and grandmother who once humiliated their family and trampled them into the mud watch this household ascend to dazzling heights—and are struck dumb kneeling on the ground with belated regret. Who would have thought? The ants they once trampled wantonly had long become peaks they could never reach in this lifetime!

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!

Cultivation powerhouse Zara Kingsley crossed into the 1970s with a pocket dimension stuffed with a billion units of supplies. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d become the unlucky punching bag of adoptive parents and a scheming stepsister. The stepsister wanted to snatch her job and exile her to the countryside? Zara Kingsley emptied the girl’s entire house in one swipe and signed her up for the Great Northwest—go eat dirt and open up wasteland! The adoptive parents embezzled her birth parents’ pension and planned to sell her little siblings for cash? One anonymous letter to the authorities sent the pair of parasites straight to the firing squad—blood for blood. The reborn heroine, armed with foreknowledge, tried to steal her jade pendant dimension and her fiancé, dreaming of replacing her and soaring to the top? Zara Kingsley laughed coldly, seized the spatial treasure for herself, and monopolized every fortuitous encounter. As for that trash fiancé—he’s all yours; whoever wants him can have the bad luck. From then on, Zara Kingsley let herself go completely, hell-bent on being as unscrupulous as possible, sprinting down the road of face-slapping and sweet revenge. Then came the day she was sent down to the countryside—and the rumored sterile, ice-faced big shot Henson Lancaster set his sights on her. One was aiveness-obsessed cultivation madwoman; the other, a ruthless, black-bellied military titan. They clicked at first sight, marched to the registry, and got their marriage certificates. Husband and wife, perfectly matched—trash-bashing without breaking a sweat! You be my crazy wife, I’ll be your crazy husband; two apex predators joining forces—whoever blocks the way gets flattened. The reborn heroine was dumbstruck: the fiancé she stole turned out to be useless, the opportunities she coveted were all hijacked, and the cannon-fodder Zara Kingsley—supposed to die early—had instead become the nation’s darling. She reclaimed her birth parents, cleared their names, and, together with Henson Lancaster, amassed an untold fortune. Multiple buns in one pregnancy, living life in full swagger.

Fiona Benton transmigrated from the apocalypse into the body of a capitalist heiress in the 1960s. Without hesitation, she faked an illness to relinquish her family's leadership, pocketed her inheritance, and signed up for rural labor. She set her sights on the "unmarriageable" officer in the production brigade—Liam Henderson. The man was taciturn and rugged, with a scar cutting across his brow, yet his gaze when looking at her was unfathomably deep. After marriage, Liam Henderson became locally infamous as a "henpecked husband": When his buddies offered him a cigarette, he waved them off. "Wife won't allow it." When comrades asked to borrow money, he shook his head. "Gotta file a request first." Then, when troublemakers came knocking, Fiona Benton hoisted a hundred-pound millstone with one hand. Amid the stunned silence, Liam calmly took the millstone from her and turned a cold glare on the crowd: "My wife's hands are delicate. You can't afford the medical bills if she hurts them." After moving to the military base, the song-and-dance troupe girls gossiped about this "capitalist miss"—until they saw her punch through a sandbag during morning drills and nail every shot at the shooting range. That night, Fiona cheerfully handed Liam a steel spoon bent out of shape: "Oops, I accidentally twisted it again." Without batting an eye, Liam took it and smirked at his dumbfounded comrades: "My wife. Adorable, right?"

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!

She accidentally got into the wrong tycoon's car and ended up breaking his thirty-year celibacy. Evangeline Whitfield was still feeling smug about it when the tycoon slapped her with a lawsuit and landed her in jail. Fuming, she wrote a two-thousand-word confession letter, signed a pledge never to offend again, and paid a five-thousand-yuan fine... She cursed under her breath: Damien Ashford, don't you dare come looking for me again! One year later. Damien Ashford: "Darling, your favorite movie is premiering tonight. Shall we book the entire theater?" Her: "No. Sue me." Two years later. Damien Ashford: "Darling, what's the point of me wearing this wedding ring alone? Won't you wear one too?" Her: "I threw it away. Go ahead and sue me again!" Five years later. Damien Ashford: "Darling, our eldest already took your surname. How about the little one in your belly takes mine—Ashford?" Her: "On what grounds? Because you know how to sue?"

Iris Kingsley had always believed she would marry her childhood sweetheart, Vincent Whitmore. That belief shattered the night she saw him outside a bar, getting blind drunk for another woman—sparing nothing, not even his life. Only then did she finally understand “It’s not that I wasn’t good enough; I was never the one.” On her wedding day, Iris stepped out in a snow-white gown, her hand tucked into another man’s arm, her smile light as air. “Either way, I’m marrying into the Whitmore family—does it matter which brother?” “From now on, call me sister-in-law.” Watching her laugh and throw herself into another man’s embrace, eyes sparkling, lips curved in effortless joy, Vincent Whitmore lost his mind. “Iris Kingsley, have you lost it? How can you marry my brother!” Iris arched a brow. “Sorry, but I’ve got zero interest in a heart that’s already taken.” Once, she had been endlessly accommodating, waiting in silence, seeing only him. Now, her smile was distant, regal, and clear-eyed—and the man at her side was gentle yet unshakable. Vincent watched her stand next to his older brother and finally felt the sting of regret. “Iris, come back!” Iris tightened her hold on Warren Whitmore’s arm, her grin saccharine. “Sorry, my husband wore me out last night—what did you just say?” Iris had married Warren Whitmore with a heart long dead. Everyone claimed he was aloof, ascetic, allergic to women. After the wedding she learned it was all lies! Where was the supposed ice-cold celibate? Then what were these sore hips, weak legs, and hoarse voice every single night?!

[Beijing-elite crown prince × soft and sweet miracle doctor + foil couple + marriage-first-love-later + army-life daily] Lydia Chambers is the granddaughter of a once-exiled renowned physician. Raised by her grandfather, she mastered acupuncture so exquisitely it bordered on sorcery Yet the fiancé she cherished, Shaun Shepherd, secretly sneered at her as a “bumpkin ignoramus.” An engineer who fancied himself bound for greatness, he clung to a threadbare connection with the Pemberton family and let his nose climb ever higher. In front of a crowd Shaun Shepherd shredded their betrothal token and humiliated Lydia Chambers: “Lydia Chambers, a country girl who’s seen nothing of the world—how could you possibly be Mrs. Shaun Shepherd? I’m calling off this engagement. I’m aiming for real heights, not deadweight like you!” Onlookers buzzed, waiting for her to become a laughingstock: “Without Engineer Shen, a girl from a disgraced family can only marry some dirt-poor farmer.” No one expected Lydia Chambers to turn around and marry the man ten years her senior, the rumored ice-cold Jasper Pemberton, and follow him to the army to start a brand-new life. From that moment, Lydia Chambers and Shaun Shepherd became the sharpest contrast: Shaun Shepherd squeezed into a cramped, damp tube-building, pinching pennies over rice and oil, brows locked in worry; Lydia Chambers lived in a detached white villa on the military compound. Jasper Pemberton shed every ounce of his stern authority, sat beside her, and patiently peeled grapes: “Lydia, slow down. I’ll peel more if you want.” Shaun Shepherd begged everyone he knew, swallowing countless snubs, just to get a bicycle coupon; Lydia Chambers rode in a toasty jeep, treating the wives of high-ranking officers with her miraculous hands. She earned respect and so many gifts her arms ached. Outsiders whispered that Jasper Pemberton had married Lydia Chambers only to cure his old injuries; there was no true affection That rumor was shattered by Shaun Shepherd himself. One day, desperate, Shaun Shepherd tried to use his “Pemberton-family relative” card to ask Jasper Pemberton for a decent job He pushed open the door—and his jaw hit the floor. The man who before others was all iron authority and zero smiles had Lydia Chambers pinned against the door, foreheads touching: “Lydia, give your husband one more needle… cure lovesickness. When I can’t see you, everything hurts.” Lydia Chambers gave a coquettish push, eyes sparkling: “Stop cheating—acupuncture can’t cure lovesickness.” Jasper Pemberton simply pulled her into his arms, chin resting on her hair: “Then just hug me. That’ll do.” Shaun Shepherd froze, face full of question marks: ?? This was the frosty Uncle Pei he’d never dared approach The crown prince of Beijing’s elite, whom he’d tried so hard to court yet couldn’t even meet—actually pleading and clinging to Lydia Chambers like this? [Spoiler alert] The male lead Jasper Pemberton is ten years older than the female lead, the ultimate doting “daddy-type” husband, fiercely protective. He spoils the soft miracle doctor into a little army princess. The foil-couple satisfaction is maxed out; the scumbag ex is eaten alive by regret. No angst, only sugar and healing army-life fluff!

Brandy Rivers, a survivor of the post-apocalyptic world, was an avid reader of satisfying era novels. While others hoarded food and supplies to survive the apocalypse, she took a different path—obsessively collecting books and miscellaneous items, daydreaming of escaping to a peaceful era far from the constant life-or-death struggles. Her wish finally came true. After her death, she unexpectedly transmigrated into a true-and-fake-daughter era novel, becoming the tragic cannon-fodder real daughter who shared her name. The original owner had suffered half a lifetime of grievances—mistreated by her foster parents, then forced by her biological parents to take the spoiled fake daughter's place and endure hardship in the countryside. But Brandy Rivers, now awakened with transmigration memories and her portable space, refused to play along! She cleanly severed ties with her cruel foster parents. Faced with her biological parents' emotional blackmail and blatant favoritism, she showed no mercy—stripping her birth family bare of assets and cutting all familial bonds before heading to the countryside alone. No melodramatic suffering, only unbridled freedom! She expected to live quietly in peace, but little did she know—a devastatingly handsome cold beauty was hiding among the educated youth. He turned out to be clingy yet persistent, accompanying her daily through farm work and trivial matters without complaint, silently guarding her side. Facing his gentle and enduring devotion, Brandy Rivers raised an eyebrow with a faint smile and reluctantly agreed: "Fine. Let's try having a sweet romance and living well together." The aloof beauty doted on his wife tenderly. Together day in and day out, their love grew over time—transforming dull rural life into something sweet and stable. What surprised her even more was that scattered teammates from the apocalypse gradually found their way to her. Reunited across worlds, they once again stood shoulder to shoulder—each thriving in their own field with full capability. With space resources at hand, beloved partner by her side, and loyal teammates at her back, Brandy Rivers carved out a brilliant life uniquely hers in this ordinary era.

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find a drop-dead gorgeous man with eight-pack abs unbuttoning his pants right in front of her! Only then did she realize she’d transmigrated into a period drama novel as the tragic ex-wife of the male lead. According to the plot, she would soon divorce her disabled husband out of disgust, then spend the rest of her life as the pitiful foil to the transmigrated heroine who would bear the male lead five loving children. Serena Whitmore smiled: The pocket dimension is mine, the male lead is mine, and the storyline is mine too! The transmigrated heroine plans to heal the male lead with a spirit spring? One flick of Serena’s silver needles: “Sterility? Two jabs and it’s cured!” Need cash after the house raid? The space gives tenfold returns—pauper to ten-thousand-yuan household in seconds. No grain for the countryside? She buys up the black market, tenfold returns again, and the whole village dines on canned food. Drought with no water? She drains West Lake in one turn, then irrigates ten thousand mu with spirit spring water. When the transmigrated heroine finally counts down to the day of returning to the city, she finds the husband who should have been divorced gently cradling Serena Whitmore’s waist, his gaze tender: “Take it slow—our little one’s kicking again?” And that spirit-spring pocket dimension she’d marked out so early? It’s long since become Serena Whitmore’s personal warehouse. Nestled in the man’s arms, Serena Whitmore flashes the heroine a lazy smile: “Sorry, darling—” “I rewrote your script.”