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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.”

[70s Era + Space + Military Marriage + Stockpiling Supplies + Medical Skills] As Lydia Clark took her last breath, her mother-in-law's curses still rang in her ears: "A barren hen, even stealing medicine for your paralyzed father-in-law!" For three years after marrying into the Cui family, she had cared for her bedridden father-in-law, endured her sister-in-law's constant harassment, and weathered the veiled insults from her brother-in-law and his wife. Yet her husband had eyes only for his fallen comrade's widow—pocketing the money Lydia earned, he ran off to join the military with his "white moonlight," leaving her to clean up the mess. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back on the eve of her family's forced relocation to the Great Northern Wilderness. This time, the path ahead was clear: either remain the Cui family's blood bank, drained to the last drop, or follow her former fiancé—who had always secretly loved her—into the countryside! Without hesitation, Lydia chose the second option. But fate had a twist in store: she accidentally awakened a spatial storage system! Under cover of night, she emptied the scumbag's entire household and slipped away before dawn. Standing before the youngest regimental commander in the military district, she declared, "I'll go with you." In the Great Northern Wilderness, she used her spatial supplies to improve their lives while treating fellow educated youth and villagers, building a vibrant new existence. And at last, she fulfilled the regret of her past life—marrying that very regimental commander. Later, her ex-husband came crawling back, his "white moonlight" having vanished with all his money. Seeing Lydia in a brand-new padded coat, standing beside her tall, distinguished officer, he dropped to his knees with a thud. "Wife, I was wrong. Come back with me!" Cradling the hot-water bottle her husband had just bought her, Lydia gave him a cool glance. "Comrade, my husband is right here. Mind your words." As he watched their retreating figures, arm in arm, it finally dawned on him—the treasure he had lost. But Lydia Clark had long since stopped looking back.

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."

Samantha Bennett never expected her impulsive flash marriage to turn into a scandalous encounter in the ER. When an arrogant doctor coldly orders her to undress for treatment, she's mortified—until he pulls down his mask and reveals himself as her newlywed husband, Noah Avery. Charming, powerful, and infuriatingly smug, he's not just a top-tier surgeon. He's also a billionaire. As their whirlwind marriage collides with real life, sparks fly in the most unexpected places. Things truly explode when her jealous ex barges into the hospital, only to be silenced by a smug husband flashing a marriage certificate and pulling her into his arms. Caught between a past she wants to forget and a dangerously seductive future, Samantha must decide whether this accidental marriage is her biggest mistake—or the best thing that ever happened to her.

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

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.

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.

[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."

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."

Clara Bennett was once the sole heiress of the prestigious Qin family. But the moment her grandfather passed away, her father brought home an older sister. This sister made her life miserable at every turn, and their father showed blatant favoritism—so much so that on a rainy night, he heartlessly abandoned Clara in a cemetery like discarded trash. Just as she thought she’d be left homeless, she crossed paths with a brooding CEO. Under his coaxing and cunning persuasion, the two ended up tying the knot—red marriage certificate and all! But after the wedding, the CEO’s true colors emerged—he turned out to be an obsessive, clingy mess! Kisses, cuddles, and carrying her around like a princess became his daily routine, spoiling Clara rotten. *"Thank you for giving me a home, sir."* *"Mrs. Zhuang, words alone aren’t enough. Show me some real gratitude—how about a kiss, hmm?"*

Evelyn Ashford became the cannon-fodder supporting female in a period drama, fated to have her jade space, family fortune, and even her own little brother snatched away by the heroine. According to the script, her whole family would die tragically, while the heroine would ride their corpses straight into the male lead’s arms and ascend to the pinnacle of life. Evelyn laughed. “I know this script by heart but this time, I’m the one writing it.” She bound the spatial jade before anyone else could, then packed off her scheming uncle who’d been drooling over the inheritance along with his entire family to hard labor in the Great Northwest. After that, she took the fortune and her brother and sauntered off to the countryside. The heroine was dumbfounded. Where’s my golden finger? Where’s my inheritance? Where’s my backup little brother? Evelyn didn’t even look back. “Yours? Got your name on it?” Life in the countryside turned out sweeter than expected. She gathered herbs on the hills, hauled river delicacies from the streams, and occasionally gave the villagers a few acupuncture sessions. From being treated as an outsider, she rose to be revered as a miracle doctor; the county hospital begged her three times to take a post. Then one day, she picked up an injured man by the roadside…

After eight years of marriage—sacrificing her education, giving up her career—all she got in return was her husband's cold indifference and her daughter's growing distance. It wasn't until everything fell apart that she finally understood: in this marriage, she had lost herself. So she stopped loving. Stopped waiting. And when she stood on the stage of an international medical forum, a top expert in her field, applauded by the world—he finally realized what he'd thrown away. But by then, it was far too late.

[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.

[Retro + Military Marriage + Book Transmigration + Cannon-Fodder Side Chick Climbs Up + Pampered Wife + Face-Slapping] Seraphina Bennette transmigrated into a retro-era novel and became the cannon-fodder first wife who dies in childbirth, clearing the way for the male lead to marry his true love. In the original book she was pregnant, yet mother and quadruplets all perished—four lives lost at once—just so the hero could wed the heroine. She landed in the story right in the middle of a steamy night with the male lead. The next morning they got married. Four months later, with a belly far bigger than normal, she remembered the tragic ending waiting for her, packed her bags without hesitation, and followed him to his army post on the frontier. Life on the border was harsh, but gossip traveled even faster. Because her stomach looked larger than usual, whispered rumors flew around the compound that the babies weren’t Officer Analise Angelis’s child at all. When Analise Angelis returned from training, a “helpful” neighbor pulled him aside to hint as much. He only glanced at his own door and said evenly: “I know exactly how many my wife is carrying.” On delivery day four healthy wails rang out one after another from the birthing room. Cradling four red-faced newborns, Analise Angelis stood at the ward entrance and announced to the suddenly silent crowd in a voice like a bell: “The He family’s quadruplets—thanks for all your concern.” Later, when the original heroine showed up and told Seraphina Bennette to leave Analise Angelis, Seraphina linked arms with her husband and smiled sweetly: “Sorry, but if my man walks out, my four hungry babies won’t agree to it!”

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!"

The moment she opened her eyes, Beverly Caldwell found herself transmigrated into a period novel! And not just any character—she had become the doomed cannon fodder ex-girlfriend, the one who was swindled of her love and fortune by the male lead before meeting a tragic end in the countryside. Beverly smirked coldly: Sorry, not sorry. With her post-apocalyptic superpowers and a spatial dimension at her disposal, she wasn' t about to play along with this clichéd drama. Classmates trying to force her into marriage? Anonymous tip-off letter already in the mail! Relatives eyeing her family's wealth? One swift motion, and every last penny vanished into her space—leaving them with nothing but dust. Scumbag ex crawling back? She'd drain his bank accounts dry before skipping town! Packing her bags, she headed to the countryside to farm, heal, and search for her missing father. With her wood-based abilities, she revitalized barren fields and brought prosperity to the villagers—life was sweet! And oh, she just happened to pick up a stone-faced military officer along the way, who promptly spoiled her rotten, treating her like the most precious treasure in his life. When the original male lead came crawling back, begging for forgiveness? Her man tightened his military coat around her, shielding her behind him with a growl: "She's my wife now. Get lost—don't dirty her eyes."

?? Double-C mutual luring | Top-tier push-and-pull | Feral & dripping with lust | Age gap | Possessive AF | Off-the-charts sexual tension | Male lead #2 chases wife straight into the crematorium and shatters on impact 【Pure-yet-horny angler flower × abstinent, psycho Buddha】 The night the crown prince of Beijing’s elite publicly humiliated her, she drank his dad’s face off—literally. Why chase the son when you can make him kneel and call you “Mommy”? Everyone thinks Julian Ford, the Buddha of Beijing’s upper crust, is an untouchable saint carved from ice. Only Sofia Reed knows how deranged he is beneath the cassock—and the filthy ways he praises her for being “good.” Later, Evan Ford stands outside her door, eyes blood-shot, begging for a do-over. Inside, Julian pins her against the wood. “Be good. Say it loud enough for my ungrateful son to hear.” Next morning Evan corners her, eyes still red. “Who was the man in your bed last night?” “I can do everything he does, only better—pick me, please?” Sofia calmly pushes him off. “I’m your step-mother now.” “You used to whine I was clingy? Funny—I’m clinging to your daddy now. Feel good?” Evan cracks, confronting his adoptive father: “Did you… with Sofia Reed?” Julian smirks. “Yeah. Gonna fight me for her?” “You called her Sofia Reed for six years. Time to upgrade to ‘Mom.’” ⚠️ Warning: Double virgins. FL is white-lotus on the outside, black-bellied tease on the inside; ML pretends to be celibate but is actually a psycho who loves being her weapon. 10-year age gap. Face-slaps, scum-torture, maximum drama, non-stop battlefield of exes. Family tree is a stew—dog-blood galore. If that ain’t your dish, stay out.

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?!”

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!

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.”