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

"You saved me, so I'll have my daddy marry you!" Astrid Winters accidentally saved a little bun, only to get a big bun as a bonus. After marriage, Dominic Sterling doted on his wife like his life depended on it, obeying her every whim. When it came to flaunting their love, he didn't even spare their own son. "Boss, you're really letting the madam play with the company? What if she wants to sell it—will you still not care?" "Is she selling your family business?" "Young Master, terrible news! The madam says she's going to tear the roof off!" "Then go help her with the ladder." "Daddy, thank you for buying Theodore Sterling the big teddy bear!" "That was bought for your mother." "Honey, I really love this script. Can I take the role?" Dominic Sterling remained calm. "Sure." That very night, Astrid Winters scrambled out of there rolling and crawling. Dominic Sterling! Sure, my ass!!! Formerly published as <Hidden Marriage 100 Points: Fiery Wife, Buy One Get One Free>; published title <A Gentleman's Revenge>.

Evelyn Ashford was the real heiress switched at birth? She should have been cherished by both families, with a fulfilling career and love, sailing smoothly through life. But a transmigrator stole every opportunity from her! Family, husband, even her portable dimension—and tricked her into abandoning them all. In her past life, she ended up utterly betrayed, deceived by thugs, dying a miserable death. This life, she's sharpening her blades: what's mine is MINE! What the transmigrator stole, she'll cough up with interest! The transmigrator Vivienne Harlow smugly sang a modern song to test her: "The boundless horizon is my love~" Evelyn Ashford rolled her eyes like she was watching some shamanic ritual: This transmigrator's combat power is THIS weak? I must've had water in my brain last life to get played by you!

In her past life, Stella King was consumed with the duty of supporting her younger brother. Throughout her life, she had neither sons nor daughters yet spent her money on houses and cars for her brother and nephew. She left a will bestowing all her assets to her nephew. But on her deathbed, she was betrayed when her nephew removed her oxygen tube. At the moment of her death, she thought of the man who had passed away early and left all his property to her… In retrospect, she felt so blind in her past life. Why had she disliked Barren Grayson for being unattractive? Why had she disliked his dark complexion, his rough demeanour, his this and that! Only in her twilight years did she realize that he had been the only one who truly cared for her in her past life… His darkness was the symbol of virility! His roughness… represented strength! Reincarnated to the time when she first married him, she found a young, dashing, and upright version of him. Gazing at the bulging muscles on his arm, she poked lightly with her fingers, hearts filling her eyes, her mind a complete mess… Unforeseen, he issued a cold statement, "Stella King, let's get a divorce." "What?!” Stella King stared at him and huffed: “Barren Grayson, if you dare to leave this room today, I will announce to the entire village that you are impotent!” “Barren Grayson I refuse to believe that I can't win you over!”

Melody Thornfield had been none too bright in her last life, letting her husband’s ex lead her by the nose until she destroyed her own marriage step by step. The moment she leapt from the hospital window, Melody swore that if there were a next life, she would never love Adrian Thornfield again. Yet why was it that the man who had forcibly divorced her in that past life—who had sworn to see her rot in prison—was now… “Mr. Thornfield, the young madam’s company is hiring male designers.” “Mm. Hack their system and change ‘male’ to ‘female.’” “Mr. Thornfield, Mr. Angelis wants to court the young madam.” A certain man rose, murderous aura crackling… The next day, there is a new legend: Lennox Angelis had his leg broken by a baseball bat—wielded by a man burning with jealousy.

Imperial City. Ashford Family’s Seventh Master, Hector Ashford: Rumor paints him as half-god, half-demon—too steeped in slaughter to be anything but a walking curse. Every woman who draws close meets a gruesome end. One day, Hector Ashford—scheming in broad daylight and in the shadows—spirits away a fragile beauty riddled with illness. The Kingsley family only realizes too late, and they won't stand for it… Hector Ashford: I won her fair and square—why shouldn't it count? Some say love at first sight is just lust looking for an excuse. The two who lusted at first sight lower their heads and say nothing. Later, an interviewer asks him to name one flaw in his wife. Hector thinks for a long, long time: Too beautiful, waist too soft, legs too long, smile too sweet, her dancing lethal, her runway walks magnetic, voice too tender… It always ends with me bullying her until she cries~ Everyone: … Kicks the bowl of dog food right off the table!!

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!

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.

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!

Sophia Foster was passing by her aunt's grain store during New Year's visit when her suddenly-busy aunt asked her to mind the shop. As she lounged in a rocking chair scrolling through videos, a meteorite came crashing from the sky—plunging her into darkness. She awoke to find herself in a cramped, oxygen-deprived space, someone's feet pressing on her head. With a desperate kick, she shoved the feet away and gasped for air before exhaustion overtook her. When consciousness returned, she'd become a three-year-old toddler in the year 1956. The looming three-year famine made her tremble—until she discovered her aunt's grain store had miraculously followed her through time.

Everyone called Leslie a spoiled beauty - just a pretty face with a bad attitude. But when she died saving the man she was forced to marry, the truth shattered everything. Now reborn years before her downfall, she's not here to play nice. She's here to flip the game. Armed with secret identities, a lethal skill set, and a no-mercy rulebook, she's back to protect the one man who once died for her: Broderick, the cold, powerful CEO known as Windmere's mad dog. She thought he was a monster. He thought she was a brat. What no one expected-was how quickly they'd fall. She's sweet at home, savage in the streets. And anyone who dares touch her man? Let's just say... she's not the one who needs protection anymore.

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.

Post-apocalyptic female commander Katherine Rivers opened her eyes to find herself tied up and thrown into a woodshed, her in-laws discussing selling her off for eighty yuan in bride price. Katherine looked down at her thin wrists, then up at her in-laws counting money on their fingers—and she smiled. The next second, she grabbed a cleaver and split the eight-immortal table in the main hall clean in half: "Sell me? Come on, ask this blade first if it agrees." After trashing her in-laws' place, she turned and headed straight for the military garrison with her space dimension full of munitions, ready to demand answers from her "deceased" husband's superiors. But halfway there, she ran into a blood-soaked man cornered by seven or eight enemies in a drainage ditch. Katherine narrowed her eyes, sizing him up—broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, brutal and reckless fighting style. Prime material. She pulled a submachine gun from her satchel, dropped six men in three seconds, then hopped down with the weapon slung over her shoulder: "Marry me, and I'll keep you alive." Hayden Harrison had lived twenty-six years, and no one had ever spoken to him like that before. He looked at this bold, striking woman, his heart slamming against his ribs: "Fine, you said it!"

For two years, Clara Walsh had cherished what she believed was her marriage certificate—until the day she went to officially register it, only to discover the document was a forgery. Furious, she sought out her husband, Richard Fraser, demanding answers. But before she could confront him, she overheard the truth: the man who had tenderly cared for her for six years had already been married—to her senior teacher—for five. Not only had Clara been used as a smokescreen for their affair, but Richard had also publicly branded her as infertile, forcing her to raise their love child as her own. Disgusted, Clara picked up the phone and called the lawyer who had recently contacted her about an inheritance. "Unmarried. No children. Every last penny—goes to me alone." With icy resolve, she walked out of the Fraser family home. Richard, smugly certain she had nowhere else to turn, waited for her to come crawling back. But then—headlines exploded across the nation. There, splashed across every news outlet, was Clara. Now draped in unimaginable wealth, she stood radiant under the spotlight beside a man who commanded the highest echelons of power. The world watched in awe as they exchanged vows, their union celebrated with envy and admiration from every corner of the globe.

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.

In the fourth year of her marriage, Nina Hartley realized she had become a laughingstock in others' eyes. She had spent twenty-four years pining after Ethan Blackwell, and four years as Mrs. Blackwell. When he said he wanted to sponsor a child, she nodded in agreement—never imagining that this child would turn out to be the son of Ethan's first love. She retreated step after step, believing she could warm his heart, until she stood in disheveled humiliation outside a glass window, watching the man who had always been cold and distant toward her bend down to smooth the wrinkles from his first love's clothes. On her shattered phone screen, his message still glowed: *In a meeting. Very busy. Do not disturb.* Nina finally understood—the man wasn't heartless; his heart simply belonged elsewhere. Everyone was certain Nina would never divorce, and Ethan believed this too. Until Nina actually signed the divorce papers, and Ethan was left stunned. Ethan saw Nina again at a press conference in the scientific research community. By then, Nina had just claimed the highest academic title in domestic robotics and was speaking as the keynote presenter, with an exceptionally handsome young man standing beside her. The two of them gazed at each other across the crowd, wearing smiles that no one else could decipher. The once calm and rational man completely lost control, kneeling on the ground to search for the wedding ring she had discarded, trembling as he slipped it back onto her finger. "You said you would love me forever. You said you couldn't live without me..."

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."

Evelyn Ward, the heir to a prestigious medical family, died a hero—yet her greatest regret was never having had a boyfriend. But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying beside a man whose face and physique were everything she'd ever dreamed of. Overjoyed, she assumed this was the heavens' compensation—a steamy dream come true—and wasted no time indulging herself! Only later did she realize, with horror, that this was no dream. She had somehow traveled back to the 1970s or '80s—and the man she'd slept with was none other than Jack Frost, the notorious "Re-Educated Youth" whom the entire village feared and avoided! Terrified, Evelyn packed her things and fled overnight, not daring to linger. She thought the matter was behind her—until a month later, when she discovered she was pregnant. Left with no choice, she found a secluded place, gave birth to an adorable son out of wedlock, and raised him alone, hiding their existence for four long years. Just when she thought they could live peacefully forever, the man from her past—now a far cry from the struggling intellectual youth—showed up at her doorstep! Dressed in a crisp military uniform, his posture imposing and his presence commanding, Jack Frost had transformed into a high-ranking officer from a powerful family, his future blazing with promise. His intense gaze locked onto her before shifting to the little boy beside her—a carbon copy of himself. His voice was deep, firm, and unyielding: "Evelyn Ward. You've been running for four years—hiding my son pretty well, haven't you?" Evelyn stared at the officer, then at her clueless child, on the verge of tears. How had the intimidating youth from back then turned into a military officer?! Now, her secretly born son was completely, undeniably exposed!

Celeste Ashford's previous life was that of a terminally ill, never-married wealthy single woman who'd built her fortune through a clever space-storage reselling business. After dying young, she transmigrated into the harsh 1960s, and the moment she opened her eyes, she inherited two kids with no blood relation to her — left behind by her late husband. Before she'd even had time to process that, she was informed: her current husband had adopted three orphans of fallen soldiers. Celeste Ashford counted on her fingers: five kids, one man, and the eligibility to join him at his military post. She briskly packed her bags. "Let's go — off to find their father!" Once at the base, she led the children in clearing land, growing vegetables, and running small side businesses. All five kids were raised plump and rosy under her care. But six months later, Celeste Ashford stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test and fell into deep thought. She turned to her neighbor. "Hey, um… my husband's ex-wife — didn't she go around telling everyone he couldn't perform? Wasn't that why they divorced?" The neighbor slapped her thigh. "You bet she did! The whole military district knows about it!" Celeste Ashford went silent. That evening, she glared at the rugged military officer who'd just walked through the door, and slapped the pregnancy test down in front of him. "You'd better explain this to me. What exactly is going on?" The man was at a loss for words for a long moment, then wrapped his arm around her waist with a helpless sigh. "She was the one spreading rumors everywhere — it's not like I could go around dropping my pants to prove otherwise. Besides… whether I'm capable or not, don't you already know the answer to that?"

Fade Chen, a mysterious young man from Tianwu Mountain, started his adventure in urban city. He was a master of martial arts, and a doctor of excellent medical knowledge. He was doomed to be successful.