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[70s Military Romance + Scientific Military Wife + Revenge Story + Scumbag's Regret] In her past life, Claire Reid abandoned her own dreams to serve the Holmes family her entire life, only to discover on her deathbed that she had been deceived! The man she loved, Ethan Holmes, had secretly married his "white moonlight" long ago, and the child she raised was actually theirs. The marriage certificate she cherished for decades turned out to be fake! Claire died with bitter regret—only to open her eyes and find herself reborn thirty years in the past! This time, she hasn’t yet married that scumbag, nor has she stepped onto the tragic path of her former life. Now, she swears to rewrite her destiny and make them pay for every drop of blood they owe her. The scumbag wants her to take the fall for plagiarism to protect his precious "white moonlight"? She’ll tear the truth wide open, clear her name, and expose that hypocrite to the world! His whole family still expects her to be their meek, obedient little wife? In their dreams! Slapping down schemers and stomping on scum, Claire dominates the 70s with a vengeance! Reclaiming her career, embracing her true self, she uses her scientific expertise and translation skills to contribute to the nation’s progress. And somehow, without even trying, she ascends to the peak of success. When the scumbag comes crawling back, sobbing and begging for a second chance— Claire doesn’t even have to lift a finger. Because standing protectively beside her, tall, imposing, and lethally jealous, is the one who’ll handle it for her. Nathan Blake, the most formidable special forces commander in the military zone, arches a brow and smirks: "Jealous? You’re the one who made me this way."

Pharmaceutical researcher Tiffany Whitmore wakes up as the cannon-fodder foil to her cousin? Original host married a “phoenix man,” poured in everything, and suffered; cousin snagged a commander husband and bathed in luxury! Just as she’s ready to flip the script, the cousin—armed with prophetic dreams—throws a tantrum demanding they swap grooms? Tiffany Whitmore slaps the table and laughs herself silly: “This heaven-sent fortune is mine!” Commander father-in-law on death’s door? She keeps him alive with pure pharmaceutical know-how! Borderlands short on supplies? Her spirit-spring space has more than enough! Ice-cold officer husband? When the craving hits, she bites—then bolts! The cousin who stole the groom is left dumbstruck: The “phoenix man” she snatched turns out to be a deadbeat, becomes the commander’s wife—and the richest woman to boot! Even wilder: the once frosty officer morphs into Tiffany Whitmore’s devoted lapdog?

Emily Warren had always been the invisible one in her family—unnoticed, uncared for, the forgotten presence in the background. Then, by some twist of fate, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the daughter of the most formidable Grand Marshal in the interstellar empire. But there was a catch—she was a child born out of a calculated scheme. Convinced she was doomed to be unwanted yet again, she braced herself for rejection. But slowly, she began to realize something was… off. Her father’s social feed gradually filled with nothing but her photos and videos. Her brothers seemed increasingly determined to keep her by their sides at all times. And sometimes, the men of the household even came to blows over who got to spend time with her! **Breaking News from the Military Department:** *"Remember our battle-crazed Commendor Warren? He’s at it again—flooding his feed with yet another post about his daughter!"* **Netizens of the Stellar Beast Empire:** *"Oh sure, flex your daughter and little sister all you want—but dare to let us pet her just once!"* **The Grand Marshal:** *"Get lost."* But the most shocking development came when the Emperor—who had never once posted online—suddenly shared a single photo. In his elegantly veined hands, he cradled a ragdoll kitten. The caption? Just two words. **The Emperor of the Stellar Beast Empire:** *"Mine."* And with that, the entire galactic network crashed…

Introduction: A middle-aged, unmarried, childless, elite female lawyer is unexpectedly transplanted into the body of a 260-pound, dark-skinned country girl from the 1970s. Starting off with a handful of bad cards, she’s orphaned, her grandfather is critically ill, her golden opportunity has been snatched away, and she is surrounded by wicked relatives. They plan to sell her off to an idiot and seize her property. Watch how she turns her life around, retrieves her golden opportunity, saves her grandfather, trashes her nasty relatives, and along the way loses weight, starts a successful business, becomes prosperous, and gains personal happiness in the 1970s.

Reborn as the capitalist young miss in a period drama? And still the cannon-fodder sickly girl? Vivian Hartwell skimmed the plotline and laughed. Golden finger snatched by her stepsister, innocence ruined after being sent down, dying miserably in a foreign land—she knew this script by heart. But sorry, she’d already bonded the spatial pocket first; when others came to confiscate, she emptied the house in one move. Someone tried to poison her? She fainted on cue. Her stepsister thought she’d seized the upper hand and reached for Vivian's golden finger only to fish around and come up empty. “Where’s your golden finger?” “Locked it.” “Your family fortune?” “Donated it.” “How...how can you still smile?!” Sprawled on a soft mat, crunching an apple, Vivian blinked. “I'm smiling because you’re running yourself ragged while I—” She tilted her head toward the window. Beyond the cowshed, a lean man with striking presence was looking straight at her. “I'm planning to start a romance with my untouchable flower. I'm done playing with you.”

In her previous life, Marianne's stepmother and stepsister wrecked her beauty and voice, imprisoning her in the basement for years. And they coveted her mother's heirloom, a jade key. That jade key was rumored to conceal an Ancient Herbal Formula promising immense power. Refusing to yield, Marianne swallowed the key and ignited a massive fire, resolved to exact revenge in her next life. Surprisingly, the swallowed jade key released a brilliant blue light from inside Marianne. Emerging from the radiating light, a man approached and held her in his embrace...

Arda Johnson only discovered on her deathbed that half her husband's salary had been supporting his "white moonlight"—his unattainable first love. Even the twins she bore called another woman "Mom." The night the whole family celebrated the other woman's birthday, she died alone on a cold, barren bed. When she was reborn on the day her husband secretly pocketed his wages again, she immediately reported him to the Women's Federation and publicly exposed the money orders: "This 'sworn sister' spends three hundred a month? Divorce! The kids stay with me—you and your precious 'white moonlight' can get lost!" When her ex-husband knelt outside the department store begging for reconciliation, she was already in the arms of a high-ranking military officer, picking out diamonds: "Heard you thought she was just a spendthrift?" The man crushed his cigarette with a low chuckle. "Now, what she earns in a single day could keep your 'white moonlight' living in luxury for ten lifetimes."

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

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.

【Era + Educated Youth + Space + Time Travel + Heartwarming 1V1】 Shen Qinghuan had a hunch she was about to time-travel, but she never expected to wake up in the 1970s— Unloved by her parents, she was like a pitiful little cabbage. Her eldest sister stole her job, secretly signed her up for rural labor, and, not content with just selling her off, even shipped all three siblings off to the desolate Northwest. Then she landed another job opportunity—was she the chosen one? Sell it for cash! Stock up on supplies, empty the house, and head to the countryside. Only on the train did she realize—she had transmigrated into a novel, and not just any character, but a nameless cannon fodder! Shen Qinghuan cursed the heavens right then and there. Here she was, a modern elite, and this was the script she got? Next to her sat the female lead, across from her was the male lead, and diagonally opposite—a future military heavyweight. One glance confirmed it: these were people she couldn’t afford to mess with! Becoming cannon fodder? Not a chance! But then… why was that military bigshot suddenly glued to her, insisting on marriage? Wait—the female lead was reborn? The villainess was reborn? Even the cannon fodder was reborn? Was rebirth as common as cabbage these days? What? The female lead, the villainess, and the cannon fodder were all eyeing her icy-faced man? Heh, sorry folks—already married. Messing with a military marriage is a crime, you know! Only after tying the knot did she truly understand—Mr. Lu was the absolute dream man!!! A lifetime of spoiling? Now that was the good life!!!

The very first day after transmigrating into the villainess role, the ice-cold CEO wants to sleep with her? Veronica Hayes recoils in horror and swears she has zero dirty thoughts about him! After all, the original villainess crashed into him, wiped his memory, pretended to be his girlfriend, locked him up in a backwater town, and PUA'd him day and night. Once he remembers everything, she's dead meat. Left with no choice, Veronica Hayes plays along—scrimping and saving with "broke guy" Adrian West while secretly stashing cash for her escape. But the day she finally runs, a hand clamps around her wrist like iron. The man's voice is low and furious: "You tricked me, and now you're just going to bolt?" Veronica Hayes freezes: When the hell did he get his memory back?!

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.”

Marcus Fletcher let his mother sweet-talk him with, “The girl on the other side of the bridge, Luna Morrison, is your betrothed you've got to take responsibility,” and, half-dazed, agreed to the marriage. Luna Morrison, urged on by the squad leader's wife who'd once saved her“My son's tall, honest, an officer, and hands over every cent of his pay. If you don't mind, spend your life with him”thought it sounded reasonable. Both figured they were just teaming up to get through life; they clapped hands once and went straight to the registry to sign the papers. They expected a loveless union dull, awkward but their first meeting exploded like fireworks: She charged after a thug with a cleaver; he kicked the man flat onto the pavement. Two strangers beat the bully into howls, moving in perfect sync like they'd drilled it eight hundred times. Come wedding night, the scene turned even wilder. Marcus Fletcher clamped the bankbook between his teeth and held it out to her, eyes feral and fond: “Wife, take it.” Luna Morrison's brain short-circuited; she caught the other end of the book in her teeth too. While other couples spent their wedding night in tender whispers, the two of them counted cash, counted ration coupons, and on the side counted abs, teasing each other without pause.

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!"

Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.

Lara Scott only realized on her deathbed that her life had been one big joke— Her parents favored others, her brothers were indifferent, and the entire family doted on her ungrateful cousin Celinda Scott like she was royalty, while Lara got nothing but leftovers, hand-me-downs, and even had her fiancé stolen! After dying a tragic death in the apocalypse, she was reborn—armed with a billion-dollar storage space and dual lightning and plant-based superpowers—only to return to the 1960s! "Steal my family? Steal my man? Let me show you what it feels like to be struck by lightning!" With lightning in one hand to fry scumbags and vines in the other to whip white lotuses, she cut ties publicly in the newspapers and made those toxic relatives beg for mercy on their knees! One day, while casually observing a blind date, she raised an eyebrow and teased the military doctor Ethan Mitchell: The man grabbed her wrist in response, chuckling lowly, "Sharing a table is nothing—how about sharing a life? A small house with three rooms, taking you and your brother to live on a military island. You game?" Lara grinned. "Farming and beachcombing are my specialties. As long as we stay far from trash, anywhere can be home!" Later— Ethan Mitchell pulled her into his arms, his voice tender: "Xixi, my money is yours, my life is yours—everything I have is yours, forever."

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?!”

【Real vs. Fake Heiress + Multiple Hidden Identities + Pampered by the Whole Family + Face-Slapping Scumbags + No Angst, Maximum Sweetness】 Rumor has it the fake heiress the Whitmore family adopted is a good-for-nothing who skips class, picks fights, and commits every crime in the book After she was booted back to the slums, the city applauded. Little did they know— The aloof Film Emperor is her big brother, The legend of the medical world is her second brother, The globally worshipped racing god is her third brother Word is, she also has several big sisters whose identities are off the charts… The crowd sneered: “So what? Even the strongest trump cards can't save a train-wreck sister.” The next second— The stock-market tycoon bows and calls her “Ancestor.” The tech titan greets her as “Senior.” The top hacker kneels and shouts, “Master.” And the most mysterious mogul in all of Imperial Capital drops to one knee, coaxing in a soft whisper: “Give me a title, hmm?” Imperial City explodes!

The unparalleled swordsman of the Sword Continent, Lu Fengchen, was reincarnated in a world of martial spirits. He awoke his Sword Seeds, mutated his martial spirit, and with his supreme comprehension of the Sword Dao, embarked on a defy-the-heavens journey in this world! Who in this world can match him across the heavens and earth! ... This is a new fantasy novel, please give your robust support!

After seven years of marriage, Adrian Bell remained as cold as ice, while Evelyn Grant continued to treat him with unwavering gentleness. She loved him deeply, believing that one day she could thaw his frozen heart. Yet, to her dismay, he fell head over heels for another woman at first sight, pouring all his affection into her. On Evelyn's birthday, she traveled thousands of miles, hopeful for a reunion with him and their daughter. Instead, he took their daughter to accompany his "white moonlight," leaving Evelyn utterly alone. At last, she understood—some waiting only leads to disappointment. Seven years of marriage. Perhaps it was time to call it quits. She signed the divorce papers, relinquishing everything. From then on, she vowed never to fight for love, never to compete for a man, never to raise a child—she would live solely for herself. Returning to the world of scientific research, she reclaimed her career. The woman once scorned by everyone effortlessly amassed a fortune worth billions. She dazzled the world, with countless influential figures flocking to her side. Meanwhile, Adrian Bell—the man who had once treated her with indifference—began visiting home more frequently, clinging to her tighter than ever. Evelyn Grant: "Mr. Bell, please sign the divorce papers." The man, always so aloof and proud, suddenly reddened, his eyes burning with madness. "Evelyn Grant," he growled, "don't you dare think about divorce!"