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Vivian Ashford opened her eyes and found herself transmigrated into a 1970s-era novel, becoming the cannon fodder female supporting character with a tragic ending. That morning, she publicly kicked her scumbag fiancé to the curb—the one who'd been cozying up to the female lead's stepsister—and tore their hypocritical engagement contract to shreds. That afternoon, she performed the blood-recognition ritual and snatched away the spiritual spring jade pendant space that rightfully belonged to the female lead. The female lead's stepsister was gnashing her teeth in fury, red-rimmed eyes screaming: "Vivian Ashford, that jade pendant was mine from the start!" Vivian Ashford toyed with the warm white jade at her neck, lifting her eyes with a half-smile. "Yours? Call out to it. See if it answers you." The engagement scandal had barely settled when her stepmother made a move behind the scenes, secretly registering her for rural sent-down youth placement, intending to ship her off far away to suffer. Vivian Ashford refused to be pushed around. She struck back by sending her stepmother's precious son—the one doted upon hand and foot—to queue for re-education in the Great Northwest. She seized the opportunity to empty out all hidden supplies from home, exposed her stepmother's sordid affair until every factory worker knew of it, and even packed off her weak-willed, biased birth father to repair-the-earth duty in the Great Northwest. Dispatched far away to Heilongjiang Province as a sent-down youth, Vivian Ashford held tight to her spiritual spring space and lived life vibrantly. She tinkered together harvesters by hand, spearheaded fertilizer plant construction, appeared on central television for exclusive interviews, and was even specially recruited by breaking all rules into a national research institute—turning against the wind all the way back up. The original novel's female lead returned reborn, fully convinced she held plot advantage and guaranteed victory—determined to reclaim that space and seize every opportunity destined for Vivian Ashford along with their fated connections. Yet no sooner had she begun scheming than she fell into trap after trap at every turn losing everything completely defeated. After finally switching identities for another attempt desperate plunder Vivian Ashford's life only ended up forfeiting even own golden finger abilities entirely gone Meanwhile that cold stern commander seven years senior destined rise highest power Elliot Ashwood already firmly captivated by vivid dazzling Vivian Ashford pursuing relentlessly catching up calling out low voice "Vivian wait me"

Evelyn Hartley Orphaned and alone, she was the only recommended student admitted to Jing University. That was true in her previous life, and it was true in this one as well. In her previous life, she died a horrible death in a conspiracy. Only after her death did she realize that there had been a man who loved her with such humility! Given a second chance at life, she would not only put those vile women in their place and learn to identify scumbag men—she would also make herself shine and make a difference. Little did she know! Victor Harlow: Evelyn, do I look handsome? Evelyn Hartley: Handsome! Victor Harlow: Evelyn , focus on your studies. No dating at Jing University! Evelyn Hartley: Okay! Then how about dating you? Victor Harlow: I'd be delighted!

【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.

Elara Weston went to great lengths to please her three brothers, striving to do her utmost even for the slightest thing they casually mentioned. But all her wholehearted devotion was no match for her sister shedding a couple of tears. One accusation—“My sister bullied me”—completely exposed her true identity. It turned out that she was the fake heiress. Once their biological daughter returned, she, the adopted daughter, naturally became an outsider. Her fiancé publicly called off their engagement, her friends avoided her like the plague, and even her brothers turned cold toward her. “You’ve taken her place for so many years. It’s time you gave it back.” In the end, she was even thrown out of the Weston family home. “Go back to the countryside and find those farmer parents of yours!” Elara Weston stood at the Weston family’s gate and finally gave up on them completely. She left behind every single thing the Weston family had given her. From this day forward, she and the Weston family— were completely estranged. But no one expected that Elara Weston’s “farmer parents,” whom the Weston family had mocked, were not ordinary people at all. The day after Elara Weston returned to the countryside, one luxury car after another filled the entrance to the village. The family, the richest family in Country Y, had appeared. “We searched for our daughter for more than twenty years. She is our family’s only heiress.” When the news reached Capital City, the entire upper class erupted! The fake heiress who had been thrown out by the Weston family was actually the true billionaire heiress! What’s more, she didn’t just have the richest man in the world as her grandfather—she also had three top-tier brothers who doted on their little sister without limits! When her eldest brother, a powerful CEO, learned that his sister had been bullied, he ended an international conference on the spot. “The meeting is suspended. Book the earliest flight home. I want to see who dares lay a hand on my sister!” Her second brother, a world-renowned scientist, immediately stopped the experiment he was working on. “The research can wait. Bringing my sister home is more important.” Her third brother, a world-class musician, even dared to postpone his international tour. “The performance can be rescheduled. My sister has been wronged. I have to go back.” For a while, {{Capital City}} was in complete uproar. Those who had once looked down on Elara Weston began scrambling to curry favor with her. The friends who had once distanced themselves from her competed to show up at her door and apologize. The Weston family regretted it bitterly. The girl they had driven away—how could she possibly have been some fake heiress from the countryside? She was clearly the billionaire heiress they could never hope to win over! Even the fiancé who had called off their engagement without hesitation came back to her door, his eyes red with emotion. “Elara Weston, I know I was wrong. Give me one more chance.” But Elara Weston merely smiled faintly. She wanted nothing to do with his belated devotion. Nor did she care for their belated affection. Just as everyone was scrambling to win her favor again— Capital City, the head of the most powerful family, personally came to see her. The man was dressed in understated luxury, his presence cold and commanding, and he handed her a marriage certificate. “Their regret is their business.” “Marry me.” Elara Weston froze. The next second, a marriage certificate sent the entire Capital City into shock! Everyone went crazy. The billionaire heiress had only just reunited with her family, yet she had immediately married the man no one in Capital City dared offend? As the man looked at the girl whom everyone held in the palm of their hands, his gaze grew dark and profound. “My wife doesn’t need to please anyone.” “Including me.”

From a child who had never known parental love, Sophia Grange only discovered at eighteen that she was the fake daughter of the Goodwin family. "You imposter, get back to your backwater village!" Her parents welcomed back the real daughter and kicked her out without a second thought. But little did they know that so-called impoverished backwater village was actually Imperial City's most exclusive villa district! "Darling, take these few hundred million for pocket money, spend it however you like!" "Buy darling a private jet, a yacht, and a hot spring resort..." Overnight, she transformed from an ordinary fake heiress of a wealthy family into the true heiress of a top-tier family worth trillions! Her five brothers became obsessive sister-con protectors, placing her on a pedestal. What shocked her most was that the most outstanding prodigy of them all turned out to be her fiancé? What kind of fairy-tale script was this?

The moment Vivian Wallace opened her eyes, she realized she had transmigrated into the role of a pitiful cannon fodder true heiress in a period novel. The original host had been pushed into a river by her adoptive mother, only to end up tricked into marrying an army officer. After marriage, instead of following her husband to the military base, she stayed at her adoptive mother's home like a servant—doing the hardest labor, eating the least food, while her husband's living allowance was all pocketed by the adoptive mother. She even gave birth to twins, but never told her husband about them. Then famine struck. The allowance stopped. The adoptive mother forced her to remarry—even threatened to sell the children for food. The children starved to death. The husband died from severe injuries on the battlefield, never knowing he had once been a father. Vivian Wallace, now a cross-disciplinary expert in both traditional and modern medicine: …Who the hell wrote this plot? She was going to smash their skull in! But the real kicker? The system informed her—this pitiful, tragic original host was none other than her past self. What now? She had to make up for the maternal love she owed those children in her past life. After swiftly dealing with the scumbags, Vivian immediately packed up and set off with the twins to find their father at the military base. Dragging a donkey cart, carrying two four-and-a-half-year-old toddlers, she fled the impoverished mountain village under the watchful eyes of the entire town. After a grueling journey, she finally reunited with her officer husband. Matthew Reid stared at the two ragged children—miniature versions of himself—and confirmed they were indeed his. The cold-faced officer instantly transformed into a doting father, overflowing with paternal love. But he never could have imagined that his rough, dark-skinned bride from the countryside would transform into a fair-skinned, delicate beauty within just two months! Not only that—she wielded her medical skills like a miracle worker, snatching him back from the jaws of death. Rumors claimed she was illiterate? Yet here she was, excelling in both scholarship and combat, even getting recruited as an orthopedic specialist by the military hospital. When her in-laws saw her again, they gasped: "This girl… why does she look just like our old comrade's descendant?" The true heiress had returned—and the impostor was panicking! This time, Vivian Wallace had it all: a mystical spring in her grasp, a child in her arms, and the dashing regimental commander by her side. With one hand, she rewrote fate; with the other, she unlocked cheat-mode—living a charmed life others wouldn't dare dream of!

Vivian Ashford had her entire family murdered by her scumbag husband in her previous life, and she herself was imprisoned and beaten to death! She gritted her teeth: Fill the dimensional space with gold and grain, then drag those enemies out and kill them all over again! Just as she was sharpening her knives, her cousin—who had married into the countryside in her past life—suddenly wanted to swap marriages with her, even throwing in a chest of gold as dowry? Vivian Ashford's expression changed instantly: Only a fool would refuse! Turns out the groom seemed to have mistaken her for someone else? Whatever, might as well roll with it—this one looks even more handsome! The man kept his cold face and drew a clear line: Fake marriage, don't get any ideas. Vivian Ashford nodded: Fine, won't stop me from finding a pretty young thing later. Later, the man pinned her against his chest with desperate force, his voice hoarse with accusation: "Wife... look at me..." Vivian Ashford was stunned: I almost had my puppy lined up, what are you doing?!

Jasmine Ashford was fighting for her life in the delivery room, her baby's heart rate dropping to seventy. Her husband, Benjamin Whitaker, was at Evelyn's concert. Her mother-in-law accused her of stealing the spotlight, her adoptive mother called her unreasonable, and even her son, Sebastian, said, "I wish Auntie were my mommy." Jasmine woke up on the spot. She signed the consent form herself, underwent the surgery, gave birth to her daughter, Serena, and gave her the Ashford name before notifying Benjamin of the divorce. They all thought she couldn't survive without the Whitaker family. Instead, she moved out, changed the passcode, hired a lawyer, and returned to her career, backed by her mentors and her old circle. Later, her family regretted everything, Evelyn panicked, her ex-husband fell to his knees, and the son who once rejected her cried for his mommy. Jasmine only held Serena's hand and smiled faintly. "Sorry, but I'm on my way to a blind date." Hurting your wife may feel satisfying for a moment, but chasing her back is a road through hell. Her life truly began the day she walked away.

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.

Five years ago, Edward Ye watched his world burn. His father was murdered before his eyes, his family was wiped out by powerful enemies, and he was left for dead in a river. Fate, however, had other plans. Rescued by a mysterious master, Edward vanished from the world and endured years of brutal training, mastering ancient cultivation, unrivalled martial arts, and miraculous healing techniques. Feared in the hidden world as the Bloodthirsty Mad Dragon, he returns to River City with only one purpose—to make every person responsible for his family's destruction pay a thousandfold. As old enemies, influential families, and hidden martial arts sects emerge from the shadows, Edward uncovers a conspiracy far greater than he imagined. Alongside loyal allies and an unexpected romance, he must protect those destined to stand beside him while confronting the powerful "Lord Dragon" who destroyed his past. In a city ruled by corruption and fear, a legend has returned—and this time, no one can stop the Dragon's vengeance.

To outsiders, Serena Whitmore was nothing more than a decorative vase Ethan Whitmore kept at home. Beautiful but worthless, born of humble origins, unfit for respectable company, utterly unworthy of such a distinguished and dazzling man—and thoroughly despised by Ethan Whitmore himself. But in reality... Serena Whitmore clutched her waist in fury: "Ethan Whitmore, didn't you say you didn't like me? What the hell do you call this!" The man raised an eyebrow, leaning in close: "How could I not like you? I'm quite literally dying for you." Later... Until that woman appeared. Serena Whitmore pressed a blade to her throat, tears streaming as she demanded: "Ethan Whitmore, it's her or me!" "Her." Serena Whitmore smiled bitterly, finally waking from that splendid dream. Heavy pampering, light angst. 1v1. Both leads are pure/virginal.

After three years of marriage, Lydia Grace hadn't even touched Harrison James's fingers, let alone conceived a child. Then came the plane crash. As a survivor, she stumbled upon Harrison accompanying another woman for a prenatal checkup at the hospital. Only then did she realize—she had never truly entered this man's heart. The moment she decided to let go, she suddenly discovered she was the granddaughter of the world's richest man. If she couldn't be Mrs. Harrison, then she'd become the nemesis of the Harrison conglomerate—so far out of his reach, he'd never dare dream of her again!

After leaving the civil affairs bureau, Vivienne Hartwell got the divorce certificate, turned around, and walked away without so much as a word. Her ex-husband stood rooted to the spot, laughing in exasperation as he watched her resolute retreat, and called out to her several times. But she didn't even look back. She even broke into a jog, as though a dog were chasing her. Throughout their three-year marriage alliance, no matter how coldly Sebastian Aldridge treated her, Vivienne Hartwell always met him with a smile and took devoted, dutiful care of him. All because she had begged for this marriage herself. She had tried to chip away, bit by bit, at the impenetrable walls around his heart. In the end, she discovered that someone else had occupied the heart behind those impenetrable walls. At a banquet, he openly carried away the woman he adored, leaving her there like a clown. She didn't make a scene. Instead, she went home, packed her bags, left the divorce agreement behind, and took off with the bedsheets that very night. They said she was a canary kept by someone else. Vivienne Hartwell refused to accept that fate, earning a place in an overseas study program through sheer ability. The moment the divorce certificate was in hand, she quietly flew abroad. The usually pampered and arrogant man finally couldn't sit still. He rushed after her without stopping, only to unexpectedly see her dancing with her older male cousin at a banquet.

After serving as the Shelton family's blood bank all her life, she was finally pushed off the rooftop by her own nephew, leaving not even an intact corpse behind. When she opened her eyes again, whoever wanted to be the sucker could be one—Amber Shelton wasn't putting up with it anymore! The moment her space was activated, she swept away every valuable thing in the house and settled all the grievances she'd suffered in her previous life in one fell swoop. Her brother and sister-in-law hadn't run off with the money yet? One report sent them both away to spend their old age in prison. Two ungrateful nephews? Whoever wanted to raise them could do it. She was done caring. She stockpiled some supplies, preparing to follow a man to the countryside and fall in love— But after all that effort, she finally realized that she wasn't the one pursuing him at all. He had clearly laid the whole trap long ago, just waiting for her to jump in! Well, well, that man was really deep! In this lifetime, Amber Shelton would live only for herself— No more being held hostage by morality, no more working like a beast of burden—she would live as a one-of-a-kind queen!

Josephine Whitmore never expected a random transmigration only to land in a period drama as the pitiful girl who shared her exact name. The original owner had been cold-shouldered and abused at home, on the verge of being dragged off to the countryside as a sent-down youth, and finally beaten to death by her own family in a tragic accident. Josephine Whitmore, who never let anyone take advantage of her, refused to swallow it. She cleaned the house out of every last valuable then dismantled the front door for good measure. With her bags packed, she sauntered off to the village. The moment she arrived, she stumbled into a jaw-dropping coincidence: —the brigade captain’s wife looked exactly like her. And the surprises kept coming: her long-lost birth parents tracked her down, followed by five overprotective brothers ready to shield their baby sister at all costs. From that point on, her fate flipped. Bad luck vanished, and the good days kicked into overdrive.

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?”

Rosette Mercer transmigrated into the body of a capitalist's daughter, only to open her eyes and find her scumbag brother scheming against her with outsiders? She struck back hard, emptying out every last penny of his assets—satisfying! Fearing she'd be targeted for political persecution, she hurriedly went to the countryside. She thought she'd be gnawing on tree bark and living through bitter hardship— Instead, she feasted on meat and fish every single day in the village, picking up treasures in the mountains and hauling gold from the rivers, getting so rich her hands went soft! Even more absurdly, a soldier king came knocking on her door, pouring his heart out to marry her? Her whole family treated her like an ancestor—her mother-in-law served her meals, her father-in-law chopped firewood, and her sister-in-law fought over who got to wash her clothes? Rosette Mercer was stunned: Was she sent down to the countryside... or crowned as a local emperor?!

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

Lily Sherwood and Victor Sutton had been an enviably loving couple for forty years, treating each other with respect all their lives. Everyone praised her for marrying well, calling her life complete. It wasn't until she was reborn to the eve of their engagement that she finally woke up. The so-called forty years of devoted marriage had been nothing but her own one-sided wishful thinking and self-delusion from beginning to end! In her previous life, she had married Victor Sutton in grand style, becoming the enviable wife of a diplomat and living a respectable, glamorous life. But in this life, Victor Sutton—also reborn—with malicious intent, secretly swapped the marriage agreement first and turned around to marry her younger sister. Her sister sneered triumphantly: "Sister, Brother Victor should have been mine all along. This lifetime, I'll enjoy all the glory and wealth for you!" Forty years of deep affection and obsession became an enormous joke overnight! To silence public criticism, the Sutton family forcibly pushed Lily Sherwood onto Theodore Vance—a disabled officer rumored to have severely injured legs who would spend most of his life paralyzed in bed. Everyone waited to laugh at her, convinced her life was completely ruined. Theodore Vance, originally bedridden and half-dead upon hearing he'd been forcibly given a different bride, sat up in shock from his deathbed illness on the spot. He abandoned his dejected appearance, immediately ordered top-tier betrothal gifts prepared, and married Lily Sherwood in grand fashion. After marriage, this iron-blooded military young master completely transformed into a gentle loyal dog, giving all his careful favoritism to her. Late at night, Lily Sherwood woke with a start and caught the man leaning over her nearby. She froze in bewilderment: "What are you doing?" Theodore Vance's eyes brimmed with tenderness. His voice low and lingering with emotion he smiled openly: "Doing everything a qualified husband should do." Meanwhile on the other side Victor Sutton who'd successfully married the sister was utterly dumbfounded. His home was chaotic with constant quarrels marital conflicts escalating by the day his career full of obstacles and setbacks at every turn—his days were an absolute mess! In contrast Lily Sherwood whom he'd discarded like worn-out shoes saw her fortune soar after marriage carrying natural husband-boosting luck raised by Theodore Vance's family as their precious pearl living a thriving prosperous life!

After seven years of marriage, Wesley Monroe remained as cold as ice, but Flora Walker always faced him with a smile. Because she loved him—deeply. And she believed that one day, she could melt his heart. But what she waited for wasn’t his love—it was his love at first sight for another woman. His endless devotion to her. Still, Flora clung desperately to their marriage. Until her birthday. She flew thousands of miles abroad to surprise him and their daughter—only to find he’d taken the little girl to be with that woman instead, leaving Flora alone in an empty hotel room. That night, her heart shattered completely. Watching the daughter she had raised with her own hands call another woman “Mom,” Flora no longer felt pain—only numbness. She drafted the divorce papers, gave up custody, and walked away without a backward glance. From that moment on, she ignored both father and daughter, waiting only for the divorce to be finalized. She buried the past and threw herself into her career. The woman everyone once looked down on rose to build a billion-dollar empire with her bare hands. But no matter how long she waited, the divorce papers never came. Instead, the man who once couldn’t stand to be near her started showing up more and more—clinging to her like a lifeline. And when he found out she wanted a divorce, the proud, aloof Wesley cornered her against the wall, his voice low and dangerous: “Divorce? Not a chance.”