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Seven years ago, she was set up and spent one reckless night with a stranger; dazed by desire, she fled at dawn Seven years on, she storms back with her little darlings in tow—only to discover the “passer-by” she once slept with is now the all-powerful titan of the capital The kids tail the big boss every day until Harrison Slater finally corrals them inside his mansion Sienna Shaw races over, only to be pinned against the wall by Harrison Slater “You stole something of mine—time to return it.” “What proof do you have?” “Let me help you remember…” From the corner to the bedroom, one “reminder” after another, until Sienna Shaw’s last defense crumbles “Fine—we split the kids fifty-fifty… please, just let me go…” “You and the children—you're all mine.”

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

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.

[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!

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!

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.

In her past life, Victoria had clung desperately to the idea of family, only to have her heart shattered by the Li family—betrayed, used, and ultimately murdered by those she once called kin. That life, she had already repaid in full to the Lis. Reborn, she vowed never to endure their cruelty again. This time, she struck back—slapping the so-called "true heiress," the scheming green tea bitch, right in front of the crowd. She declared, loud and clear, that she was cutting all ties with the Li family for good. No more pretending. No more suffering in silence. Instead, she sought out her real father, William Foster. No games, no lies—she introduced herself bluntly, demanded a paternity test, and when the results confirmed the truth, William took her home without hesitation. For the first time in her life, she knew what real family felt like. William shielded her at every turn, and in the Foster household, she finally tasted unconditional love—no groveling for scraps of affection, no starving herself to maintain the illusion of a lavish life. This time, she would make the Li family pay in blood for what they had done. And that two-faced, venomous green tea princess who had tried to ruin her? Oh, she’d get exactly what she deserved.

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.”

Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised. Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule—until the day she couldn’t bear it anymore. The world thought Veronica died that night. But when she opens her eyes again… someone else is looking through them. Savanna. A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things—only Veronica’s broken body and shattered reputation. But weakness is temporary. Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same. Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence. As Savanna begins transforming Veronica’s life piece by piece—losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school—the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds. Because Savanna didn’t die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won’t be their victim. This time— she’s coming for everything.

She was the epitome of an ice-cold academic prodigy, a superwoman in the realm of knowledge. He, on the other hand, was an enigmatic titan, a top-tier mogul shrouded in mystery. Before their paths crossed, her mind was a fortress of textbooks and theories, her days consumed by the pursuit of academic excellence. But after meeting him, her thoughts were no longer monopolized by equations and essays. Instead, her mind was a whirlwind of romantic schemes, plotting how to win his heart. After all, her very survival seemed to hinge on this budding romance. Once their relationship became public, whispers and rumors swirled around them. People gossiped that she had taken in a pretty boy who lived off her success. She responded with a frosty smirk, "I don't mind." The mogul, basking in the glow of her affection, chimed in with a grin, "That's right, my wife's got my back!"

The Great Dao is formless; the Great Dao is merciless Young Rockford Emberstone, heart still a child's, would shatter mountains and rivers and burn through three thousand worlds for the dream he carried—until he stood crowned as the one and only Sky-Overlord Martial Emperor.

[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!”

"Legend has it that Ninth Duke Xian was unparalleled in martial arts, and he possessed a handsome visage resembled Pan An (the most handsome man in ancient China). It is said that Ninth Duke Xian was born to be a talented and erudite star shinning in the world. But we are only talking about legend now! A conflagration consumed his stunningly attractive appearance, deprived him of his legs and even the talented woman who was engaged to him was swapped by someone else secretly. Ye Liuli, the pathetic replacement, was waiting to marry him as his Duchess. She clawed her way to the graduation from Medical University, and was suffering an internship with enjoyment. However, who could know that when she fell from the building only for saving a suicidal patient, she went through time-travelling and replaced her sister to marry the disabled Duke. On the wedding night, others would have a wonderful and unforgettable night with their lovers, but she experienced only frights. Never mind, it was never too late for a man to take revenge even after 10 years. Those perpetrators who set her up or harmed her, she would never let them go, and she pledged to revenge on them on by one! "

Clara Winslow grew up abandoned by her biological mother and was raised by her grandmother in the countryside. Later, her mother forced her to marry the comatose second son of the Shaw family in place of her stepsister—as a "dowry bride" to bring him luck. On their very first night together, the second young master of the Shaw family miraculously woke up! But after a medical examination, the doctor declared that Young Master Shaw might be... lacking in certain areas. The first thing he said to her after waking up was, "Divorce or live like a widow—pick one." She chose neither. Instead, she rolled up his pants and stuck him with her acupuncture needles! Later, after she cured Young Master Shaw, he pinned her to the sofa: "Darling, let's make a baby for fun!" Clara Winslow: "......" From then on, her reputation as a miracle doctor spread far and wide, with patients flocking to her door. And those who had once mocked and humiliated her? They all knelt, begging for mercy.

All-powerful psychic boss-lady Rosemary Whitmore—master of medicine, ancient martial arts, and cutting-edge research, who can even chat with birds and beasts—dies on a mission and wakes up in a 1975 period novel as the cannon-fodder side character fated to die early so the real heroine can shine. In the original book, the heroine rides a luck-siphon system straight to the top, while Rosemary’s new body is sold by her scumbag father to a backwoods brute, her birth mother abandoned, and the entire Whitmore clan a circus of human garbage. Rosemary flips the script on the spot: she dismantles the Whitmore family, torments every scumbag, and refuses to follow the original’s road to death. As her true origins surface, she uncovers a massive conspiracy entwining both her and her mother. And the novel’s destined-to-be-childless, ice-cold high-ranking commander Jasper Blackwood keeps colliding with her: First clash—she disarms him and confiscates his gun; Second mishap—she yanks down his pants and leaves him scarlet; Third time—she coughs up blood from grave wounds and collapses straight into his arms. After all that provocation, the famously heartless Jasper can’t hold back and proposes on the spot. Once the military marriage is sealed, Rosemary goes full throttle: She pioneers research, develops new drugs, and forges military tech, becoming the nation’s beloved little lucky star. The Blackwood family dotes on her like a treasured ancestor, and the real shocker— the commander rumored to be sterile not only loses his heart but also falls night after night, smashing the curse of childlessness, producing baby after baby until the whole dependents’ compound is in an uproar!

Adeline Hayes gave everything to her husband, Adrian Carter, and their beloved daughter, Zora. Her youth. Her dreams. Her entire being. But to them? She was nothing more than a convenient maid—summoned when needed, dismissed when not. The final straw came when Zora said the words that shattered Adeline's heart: "Daddy, divorce mom! I want Aunt Beth to be my new mommy." That night, Adeline walked out. They were sure she'd come crawling back within a week. She never did. Instead, Adeline reclaimed who she was: ★ Medical Prodigy — The genius who revolutionized pharmaceutical research before she turned twenty-five. ★ Underground Racing Legend — The ghost rider who's never lost a single midnight circuit. ★ Billion-Dollar Investor — The silent hand that moves markets and disappears without a trace. She buried all of it. Burned her trophies. Archived her patents. For him. For their daughter. And now? Now she's done being invisible. * "I gave you every chance," Adeline said coldly, tapping the finalized divorce papers as Adrian's face crumbled before her. "You chose to waste every single one." She leaned in, just close enough for him to feel the heat of her contempt. "Now get the hell out of my world."

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."

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.

Chu Fan, who had the strongest heart of martial arts but had a mediocre talent, was a disciple of the mysterious master. He had the strongest modified armor, and after changing again and again, he finally became the strongest armor. From then on, a peerless genius was born. Fight? Ferocious fists collided with iron fists, and one punch smashed you into pieces. Alchemy? My flame was like a gas can, which was very important. You had to pray that you were not my enemy, or sooner or later, you would be blown into pieces. And it depended on how a warrior with a strong will would step on the path of an all-round Martial God!

The country bumpkin was brought back to be a sacrificial bride. Elena Monroe agreed—only to cut ties immediately after and dump her scumbag father. Little did she expect the "dead" m an she was supposed to marry would come back to life--and shamelessly crawl into her bed every night. After severing ties, her trashy father, stepmother, and white-lotus stepsister eagerly awaited Elena Monroe's downfall. Instead, she was welcomed into a top-tier aristocratic family! The family's green-tea fake heiress spread rumors about Elena Monroe being vulgar and incompetent--until her hidden identities were accidentally exposed! Genius prodigy? That was her. Top-tier miracle doctor? Also her. Master of the suona, inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, youngest gambling legend of Las Vegas… All her! The fake heiress got utterly humiliated, while her seven superstar brothers doted on her like crazy! Rumors spread that the hidden boss was still single—suitors lined up, trending on hot searches! "Elena, marry me! I'll give you all my assets!" "Elena, accept this 10-carat diamond ring--it' my heart for you!" "Elena…" Elena Monroe had no time to refuse. A certain man, burning with jealousy, pinned her down, his voice low and possessive: "Darling, it's time to drop the act!"