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【Rebirth in the '80s + Hidden Space + Face-Slapping Revenge + Sent-Down Youth + Double Purity + Whole-Family Darling + Military Marriage】 In her last life, Bettina Reese—ivory-skinned, willow-waisted, leg-for-days daughter of a capitalist family—was blind enough to marry into the Household. For thirty years she slaved like an ox, bankrolling and baby-sitting her in-laws, yet never once shared a bed with her husband, Victor Turner. Day after day she swallowed insults and side-eye, until her dying breath, when she finally cracked the truth: The cherished foster son she had loved to the marrow was Victor's secret child with his widowed sister-in-law! “Victor Turner, I poured my heart and soul into you people, and you lied to me my whole damn life!” In a fury she wrenched open the gas valve and blew the whole scumbag clan sky-high. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the very day Victor tried to bully her into surrendering her job. Watching the shameless man stand there as if it were his due, Bettina flipped the table and sneered: “Victor, you want my job? Dream on. This lousy post—I don’t even want it!” The instant the words left her mouth she sold the position, then mailed an anonymous tip that exposed every filthy racket Victor ran inside his unit. Discharged, disgraced, he was thrown behind bars to taste the bitter fruit he’d sown. Hardly had the trash been taken out when her good-for-nothing father and stepmother plotted to bolt to Hong Kong, ditching her and fleeing with the family fortune. Bettina barged in, slapped her sperm-donor dad and stepmom upside the head. “You raised me just so you could rob me blind? Ask me if I say yes!” She kicked aside her white-lotus stepsister who tried the pity act. “Look in a mirror before you covet what’s mine.” She snatched back the ancestral jade bracelet that hid a spirit spring, opened her space, and swept the house clean—antiques, calligraphy, jewels, property deeds, the lot. One final tip-off shipped daddy, stepmom and sis to the northwestern camps, never to crawl back. With a storm of confiscations brewing, Bettina packed light, space in tow, and headed to the countryside to find her real mother. Ready for a gauntlet of pests and vipers, she discovered Mom was a man-eating tigress who adored her daughter, while her three older brothers were hard-core sis-cons who pampered her like a national treasure. With the space’s spirit spring and her uncanny sketching hand, she caught the eye of the army's tech department and was hired as a forensic artist. She grew organic veggies in the village, ran quiet side hustles that raked in cash, and helped crack headline cases with her portraits. Before she noticed, the whole base was treating her as their darling mascot. Enter Colonel Jonathan Reed—wide-shouldered, narrow-hipped, face carved by the gods, temper carved by glaciers—the famous Ice-King of the district. Every commander had given up marrying him off, assuming he’d grow old crading his rifle. Who could guess that on family-visits day, comrades would watch the Ice-King pin the army’s beloved little beauty against a wall, voice soft enough to drip: “ Stop fussing. From now on, I'm here—no one dares touch a hair on your head.”

Vivian Ryder had been married into the Allen family for five years—giving her heart, her lungs, and every ounce of strength. Every penny her husband earned hauling freight was handed over to her mother-in-law without a cent missing. Who could have guessed that her scheming fifth sister-in-law would trick her out of the space-necklace she’d hidden away, then turn around and wipe both her and her husband off the map? Her husband died in agony; she and her unborn child perished together. Even their little girl was sold deep into the mountains and died miserably. Reborn with a sea of hatred, Vivian Ryder finally realized: she was nothing more than a short-lived cannon-fodder side character in a period novel whose sole purpose was to hand the heroine a golden finger! In this new life, fury burned in her veins—she would never walk the same road again. Those in-laws who’d sucked her dry and treated her like dirt still wanted to squeeze her? Not a chance. She clenched the space-necklace she’d reclaimed, shielded her husband, spoiled her daughter, shredded the white-lotus sister-in-law, and blasted the monster-in-law. Since they refused to see her as family, she’d make them taste the pain of losing what they’d once possessed. Without her husband’s life-risking labor, let’s see how the Allen household collapses into chaos and poverty! This time, she won’t be the tragic supporting woman—she’ll lead her family to riches and bliss, repaying last life’s torment a hundredfold!

Catherine Whitmore woke up inside a period-era novel as the capitalist family's seventh daughter—born of a concubine—and discovered she'd been swapped into a marriage the moment she opened her eyes. “The childhood betrothal to the He family in Liaoning—Laner's health is too delicate for the northern cold, so you'll take her place.” Catherine massaged her throbbing temples; after digesting the original host's memories, she smiled. In the original plot, the very day the girl reached Liaoning her so-called fiancé Harrison Blackwood married someone else The original host was forced to wed a groom, her dowry stolen, and finally framed for treason—she dashed her head against the He ancestral shrine and died. But this life she had someone else in mind. “Mother is right.” Catherine signed obediently, then slipped straight into the Shen family vault That night every brick of the Shen century-old hoard was hauled away until only load-bearing walls remained—even the gold bars tucked behind ancestors' tablets vanished into thin air. Then she hopped on the north-bound train; in its window glass glinted her icy smile: “I'm not going to marry—I'm going to be their ancestor.” Three days later at He's gate Harrison wrapped an arm around his new bride and sneered at Catherine: “Catherine Whitmore, even if you knelt and begged I wouldn't marry a woman like—” Before he could finish, a military jeep screeched beside them The door swung open; army boots hit dirt; epaulettes carried cold stars of rank. The man peeled off white gloves, pulled Catherine into his arms before everyone, and swept his frigid gaze over gaping Harrison: “Didn't your father teach you greeting your elders?” “Say hello—little aunt.”

Evangeline Ashworth transmigrated into a seventies-era novel, becoming tragic cannon fodder for everyone to exploit. Her biased parents squeezed every drop of value from her, allowing her younger sister to steal her university admission slot while ruthlessly selling her to a ruffian for bride price money. At rock bottom, she awakened a portable dimensional space—and completely turned the tables! In one fell swoop, Evangeline Ashworth emptied out her terrible family's valuables, permanently bound her greedy sister to that ruffian, cleanly severed those toxic family ties, and traveled to an island military base to fulfill her childhood engagement. Who knew that this bargain husband Raymond Blackwell would turn out to be an iron-blooded, righteous military big shot who had single-handedly adopted seven orphans of his fallen comrades? The entire compound waited to laugh at her, convinced she would be driven away by seven rowdy children. Instead, Evangeline Ashworth discovered that these seven kids... were each ridiculously talented! The eldest possessed superhuman strength; the second was a mechanical genius; the third had exceptional hearing; the fourth was a calculation prodigy... Thus, before long, those former troublemaking little tyrants transformed into obsessive sister-protectors who pampered her so thoroughly she never had to lift a finger. One day, cold-faced officer Raymond Blackwell looked at his stunningly beautiful wife and couldn't restrain himself any longer. He cornered her against the wall, voice hoarse as he tested: “Wife... when are we going to have one of our own?”

In her previous life, Evelyn Mercer gave up her career at its peak and returned home for the sake of Roland Kingsley. Yet Roland Kingsley and his family treated her like a nanny year after year, while constantly claiming that she didn’t earn any money. In the end, Roland Kingsley cheated on her with her best friend, Chloe Dalton, and teamed up with Chloe Dalton to have her committed to a psychiatric hospital. She spent every day surrounded by mentally ill patients, and they even injected her with a drug that caused muscle atrophy, leaving her neither human nor ghost. Her mother even demanded that she give everything she had to her best friend. She died consumed by hatred. Reborn, she cast off her former cowardice, showed no regard for anyone—not even her own family—and swore to take revenge.

[Good Fortune + Sweet Pampering + Marriage First, Love Later + Real vs. Fake Heiress + Everyone Crematorium] "Donna Linwood, you think leaking to the media will force us to acknowledge you? Dream on!" She was the true heiress switched at birth for ten years. Once her identity was exposed, her parents despised her. Her eldest brother mocked her, her second brother wanted to kill her, her third brother schemed against her, her fourth brother humiliated her, and her fifth brother hated her. Everyone thought Donna Linwood, this true heiress, was nothing but a pitiful wretch. Until— "Allow me to introduce my wife, Donna Linwood, the best wife in the world." "My daughter-in-law is the most beautiful daughter-in-law under heaven." Until—her identity as the wife of Mercer Family's heir was revealed!

Sophia Goodwin only learned that she was the fake heiress of the wealthy Goodwin family after her eighteenth birthday. The real daughter returned, and Sophia was framed for theft, stripped of her fiancé, and thrown out of the house, all while being mocked for going back to some poor mountain village to suffer. No one expected the "beat-up car" that came to pick her up to be the only custom Rolls-Royce of its kind in the world. And her real home belonged to the Ashfords, the richest family in the country. Her parents doted on her endlessly, and her five brothers would do anything to protect her. On top of that, she was a miracle doctor, a top luxury designer, and a hidden powerhouse. Those who once looked down on her could only watch as the most powerful family lifted her all the way to the top.

Roland Merritt kept a canary, and everyone in the capital's elite circle waited to see her become a laughingstock. A nobody extra, just a plaything the young heir had picked up on a whim—no one took it seriously. Stella Griffith didn't take it seriously either. She did her job obediently, satisfied all his needs, never caused him trouble. Yet he hired her the best acting coaches, poached top-tier agents for her, laid the finest opportunities at her feet. From bit-part extra to supporting actress, from lead to Best Actress nominee. Every step up was on the ladder he provided. The industry called her scheming, accused her of sleeping her way to the top. She just smiled—a canary who performed well deserved what she got. Until that day, when his white moonlight finally softened. The woman rumored to be treasured in his heart stood before him with red-rimmed eyes and said: "Let's get back together." Stella Griffith watched this scene and felt an inexplicable ache in her chest. That night she packed her bags and left a note: *The canary has flown. Go find your white moonlight.* Coming home at midnight to find empty rooms, the man known for his calm restraint—lost his mind. He finally cornered her at an awards celebration. Beneath the flashing lights, freshly crowned Best Actress looked stunningly beautiful. When reporters asked if she had a boyfriend—she was about to say no— She looked up and saw him approaching with red-rimmed eyes. He spoke each word deliberately: "Yes. Me." The place exploded. The mysterious patron behind the Best Actress was actually the capital's crown prince? "Mr. Merritt—we heard you were marrying your white moonlight. Was Director Griffith actually your mistress?" "There was never any white moonlight." He looked at her and confessed: "From beginning to end—only you."

What happens when the man you loved for ten years rips out your heart—literally? After being betrayed, used, and left to die on an illegal operating table, I opened my eyes again... Three years earlier. This time, I tore up the divorce papers, burned the love letters, and planned my revenge. Maverick thought I'd be his pawn again? I made him bankrupt. Amber thought she could play innocent? I ripped off her mask on live TV. And the cold billionaire everyone feared? Tobias Hastings held my hand and said, "Mrs. Hastings, let's destroy them together." I'm no longer the fool who died for love. Now, I'm the one they fear.

Spiritual Botanist Evelyn Johnson transmigrated into the body of a celebrity hated by the entire internet. Everyone demanded she leave the entertainment industry. Evelyn Johnson took their advice to heart—packed her bags and returned to her rural hometown to farm. Back home, there were mountains, fields, and fish ponds. An elderly grandmother. And two fatherless children, Ethan and Emma Bennett. Vegetables sold for 30 per pound. Fruits for 40 per pound. Chickens and ducks for 50 per pound. Pigs and sheep for 60 per pound. Netizens before ordering: "Only idiots would buy this." Netizens after ordering: "Please, let me be that idiot."

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.

[The Whole Family's Regret Arc + Beijing's Princeling Heir + Universally Hated + Real and Fake Heiresses] Four years ago, Rosalind Sinclair was framed by the real heiress, Sylvia Harrington, and faced four years in prison. Her parents, who had doted on her since childhood, chose to side with Sylvia Harrington. Her indulgent older brother beat her until she confessed. Even her beloved fiancé aided the wrongdoer. After her release from prison, Rosalind Sinclair underwent a drastic change in temperament. The entire family knew that she had been willful and spoiled since childhood and would surely refuse to let the matter go. She had loved Chester Caldwell desperately, so she would certainly cling to him and refuse to let go. Yet, several months later, the entire family regretted it… The master and mistress of the Harrington family begged her to come home: “Rosalind, we only want to claim you as our daughter.” Her playboy brother knelt and begged for her forgiveness: “It was all my fault. From now on, you’ll be my only sister.” Her formerly rebellious and unruly fiancé became a lovesick lapdog: “Rosalind, I love you. You can hit me or curse me, just don’t leave me, okay?” The shameless woman knelt and begged for mercy: “Sister, I know I was wrong. Please let me go!”

When Vincent Ashford hung up on me, I was being cornered by a strange man at a street corner with no lights. Rain poured down in sheets. I clutched my phone with its last sliver of battery and heard the music from the bar on the other end, a woman’s laughter, and his impatient words: "Stop making a scene." In that moment, I finally understood： The engagement between the Adams and Ashford families, envied by everyone in the capital, had never been my shelter. It was my cage. Everyone believed I would never dare call it off. But they didn't know that on that storm-soaked night, Vincent's uncle, Julian Ashford—the cold, restrained man everyone whispered about—came through the rain and saved me. He was the true power behind the Ashford family, a business titan who could overturn fortunes with a single decision. And no one knew he had loved me in silence for fifteen years. When I resolved to tear up the engagement, he came to me first beneath the moonlight, his voice steady and impossible to refuse. "The Ashford family has more than Vincent Ashford." "I'll be the one to fulfill this engagement." The night the news was announced, Vincent called me drunk, crying and begging me to take him back. Julian leaned against the headboard, half-dressed, his fingers idly winding through my hair. His low voice carried an unmistakable possessiveness as he spoke into the phone. "Nephew, it's late. Don't disturb your aunt's rest." Only then did I realize the truth： Our meeting that rainy night had never been an accident. It was his long-planned devotion, coming for me at last.

Angst First, Payback Later; A Regret Arc; The Whole Family’s Comeuppance; No Forgiveness; Hidden Identities; The Real and Fake Heiresses On the day she found her biological parents, Vivienne Ashford thought she had finally found a family. Yet, as their biological daughter, she still couldn’t compare to the girl they had mistakenly raised as their own. She would always be the extra one in the family. Her obedience and hard work never earned her a single word of concern from them. When they finally showed concern, it was only because they wanted her to take the fall and go to prison in someone else’s place. They let her be bullied in prison for three years, never asking about her or showing the slightest concern. Three years later, she no longer needed their care. Yet one after another, they shed tears of regret. “Vivienne Ashford, will you forgive us?” Forgive them? No. She would never forgive them!

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.

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!

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.

【Transmigration into a Book + 1980s + Satisfying Comeuppance + Real and Fake Heiresses + Science and Technology for the Nation】 A top modern female scientist Lydia Harrington is accidentally transported into an 1980s novel about a real and fake heiress after a car accident. The good news was that she was the Sutherland family's biological daughter, returned at last to her family; the tragic part was that she was the vicious supporting character destined for a miserable ending. After the original owner returned to the city to reunite with her family, she became obsessively competitive for their affection, targeting the pampered fake heiress at every turn and even forcibly taking her fiancé, a battalion commander, away from her. Yet after the wedding, she was cruelly neglected. Her husband treated her as if she were invisible, leaving her to spend year after year alone in an empty marital home until she finally died with hatred in her heart. With the complete plot in hand, Lydia Harrington was perfectly clear-headed: fighting for her family's affection was a complete waste of time. Devoting herself to scientific research, tackling the nation's toughest problems, and venturing toward the stars and beyond—that was the right path! The one thing everyone was fighting over, however—their childhood betrothal—was precisely what she fancied. A peaceful marriage free of disturbance, with the freedom to live alone, would be perfect for throwing herself wholeheartedly into scientific research. It was practically the ideal arrangement! With the intention of focusing on her career, Lydia Harrington hurried to the military district to finalize the engagement and swiftly got married. Who could have known that the plot would go completely off the rails after the wedding! She helplessly held her lower back. “Weren’t we supposed to have a cold, lonely marriage, with me left alone in an empty room?” The aloof military district commander pressed close to her, acting spoiled as he begged for a kiss. “No one ever said that, sweetheart. Give me a kiss.” Lydia Harrington was dumbfounded on the spot: she had actually married the wrong man! The man she had married wasn’t the male lead from the original novel at all, but an austere and formidable top figure who held sway over the entire military district! From then on, Lydia Harrington broke through scientific bottlenecks with her formidable research abilities, helping drive the nation's rise in science and technology and dazzling everyone. Meanwhile, the original male lead, who had let a priceless treasure slip away, was consumed by regret. In the end, he had missed the most dazzling woman in the world.

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??

[Time-Travel + Rebirth + Fake vs. Real Heiress + Face-Slapping + Golden Finger] Apocalypse-level powerhouse Keira Summers transmigrates into a period drama—only to find herself cast as the most tragic fake heiress ever written! Their fates are polar opposites, a living satire. The real heiress lives in the prestigious military compound in the capital, doted on by parents and brothers, fast-tracked through school, sent abroad for a gilded degree, and finally wedded to a top commander—three babies in one go, life flawless and complete. The original soul who stole her identity? Trapped in a crumbling mud hut in the countryside, beaten and scolded daily, forced to drop out and work before she turned fifteen, then bartered away in a marriage deal to clear family debts. A lifetime of domestic violence and misery, ending in squalor. Reborn, Keira Summers’s eyes hold nothing but icy mockery. Want her to stay the stepping-stone so the real heiress can keep her perfect life? Not a chance. When the true heiress feigns gentleness and steps forward to “comfort” her: “Big sister, our family’s poor—please be understanding of Mom and Dad, don’t fuss over what you’ve lost.” Keira Summers arches a brow, voice razor-sharp: “You stole my life, bathed in my blessings, and now you want my understanding? Your lucky streak ends today.” A max-level boss never wastes energy on self-doubt. She opens by crushing the heiress’s exclusive golden finger, then launches into calm-crazy mode, shredding the unjust plot thread by thread. While the real heiress still fusses over a new dress and secretly compares herself, Keira Summers has already leveraged top-tier academic talent to dive deep into scientific research—advancing step by step, building strength to serve her country. Biased family, hypocritical heiress, doomed destiny—she steamrolls them all. In this life she breaks free of the mire, discards the rotten script, and wields science like a blade. She rises to the summit, forging herself into a legend no one can match.