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As soon as Evelyn Blair transmigrated into the 1970s, she was hit with a devastating blow—once the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, she found herself sold off to a remote mountain village by her malicious uncle and aunt. Meanwhile, her parents and elder brother were sent away for re-education and hardship, and her scumbag fiancé took advantage of the situation. Not only did he seize her family's remaining assets, but he also turned around and annulled their engagement to climb the social ladder by marrying the daughter of a high-ranking officer. He even had the audacity to throw a grand wedding banquet as if nothing had happened! Could she endure such humiliation? Absolutely not! Evelyn Blair flipped the table on the spot, grabbed whatever she could as a weapon, and wreaked havoc on the scumbag's wedding banquet, exposing his two-faced hypocrisy in front of everyone! By a stroke of luck, she discovered that she had access to a personal spatial dimension, unlocking a magical spring of pure, revitalizing water. Without a moment's hesitation, she wiped out her scumbag ex's entire household fortune, leaving nothing behind—not even a single chicken feather! Then, she set her sights on a higher target—the regional commanding officer, Ethan Spencer, who stood tall at six foot three, exuding a commanding, cold, and formidable presence. Evelyn proposed directly and boldly, "Commander Spencer, marry me. I'll help you deal with your troubles and ensure your rise to the top!" Staring at the confident, vivacious young woman before him, Ethan Spencer agreed to the marriage on the spot, taking her with him to live a military life. After their marriage, Evelyn fully embraced her protagonist powers: With the spring in her spatial dimension replenishing her body and stockpiled resources backing her up, she supported her exiled parents, tirelessly searched for her missing elder brother, and dealt with troublemakers one by one. Whether it was confronting toxic relatives or kicking her scumbag ex, she left them in utter disarray, making her ex-fiancé and his lofty new wife's lives a living nightmare. Meanwhile, Ethan Spencer, loyal and devoted, pampered her endlessly. He not only protected her and her family but also rose steadily through the military ranks, aided by Evelyn's extraordinary abilities, becoming a revered and formidable leader. Watching Evelyn bask in Ethan's overwhelming affection, thriving in both love and career, her scumbag ex was left with nothing but ruin—betrayed by everyone, shunned by society, and with his future in tatters. Even as he regretted his actions to the point of despair, he no longer had the tiniest chance to get near Evelyn Blair.

Five years as Adrian Blackwood's nameless shadow—secretary by day, lover by night—Celeste Hartwell had given him everything. Yet all she received in return was his command to marry another man, all for the sake of his precious first love. Fine. She would marry. Wedding, marriage certificate, resignation letter submitted—Celeste Hartwell vanished from his world without a trace. When they met again. He remained the golden boy of the business world, the compass of the investment industry. She had reclaimed her identity as the eldest daughter of the Hartwell family, her arm linked through her husband's at events, her smile gentle and proper. Her swollen belly unmistakable. Everyone praised the Hartwell couple as a perfect match, a union of talent and beauty. Everyone except Adrian Blackwood— He was losing his mind. In a deserted corner, he pinned her against the wall, his dark eyes burning with ruthless fury. "Celeste Hartwell, divorce him. Now." "Or does CEO Blackwood intend to become my son's stepfather?"

Serena Whitmore had spent half her previous life married to her childhood-officer sweetheart, Benjamin Sinclair, toiling and sacrificing for fifty long years—only to be repaid with a fatal betrayal. On his deathbed, Benjamin told her the cold truth, every word a dagger: “These fifty years? Consider them my repayment.” Only then did she realize the lie: her so-called failure at the college-entrance exam had been a fraud; her admission letter had been stolen and given to his white-moonlight. Even crueler, the child she had poured her heart into raising was their secret love-child. In despair, Serena dragged the white-moonlight down with her, dying full of hate. Reborn at the very start of the tragedy, Serena shed her meekness; only ruthlessness remained in her eyes. She reclaimed the jade pendant stolen by the white-moonlight, stormed the scumbag’s house to take back her dowry, and publicly broke the engagement—never to repeat her past. The village’s most feared troublemaker, Christopher Palmer, swaggering, brawling, and brutal, was the very “good-for-nothing” she once despised. Yet only Serena knew that, in her last life, when she had nowhere to turn and everyone abandoned her, this seemingly violent man had silently reached out—ultimately paying with his own life to help her. This time, Serena resolved to rewrite his short-lived fate. But no amount of calculation prepared her for one miscalculation: she would end up entangled with him. The roguish, untamed man fell for her at first sight and turned into a devoted, over-the-top wife-protector, shielding her so tightly no harm could touch her. The scumbag couldn’t accept it and came sneering: “Serena Whitmore, without me you’re stuck settling for trash like him?” Christopher’s long arm swept Serena into a possessive embrace; with his other hand he slapped the officer’s commission across the scumbag’s face, flashed a wicked grin, and drawled, arrogant yet tender, “Sorry, pal—I’m your commanding officer, and the only man she’ll ever have in this lifetime.”

The youngest daughter of the Tang family, Lydia Bell, went missing unexpectedly, prompting her seven brothers to venture into different fields with one singular purpose—to find their sister. Following her master's instructions, Lydia Bell waited at the back of the mountain, hoping her brothers would come to take her home. When she spotted Sebastian Bell, she greeted him sweetly, "Hello, brother. I'm your little sister." At first, Sebastian was skeptical, but soon he melted, cooing, "Sweetheart, look at me! I'm your seventh brother!" The workaholic eldest brother halted an important meeting and rushed home, barking at the others, "Move aside! You're blocking my view of our sister!" The second brother, a research-obsessed university professor, declared, "I'm opening a kindergarten. I want to take my sister to and from school every day." Meanwhile, the third brother, a star athlete, announced without hesitation, "I'm retiring! I'm going home to be with my sister!"

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

A former Immortal King reincarnated, wielding every arcane art and secret skill from his past life, now strides unchallenged through the modern city. Too powerful? Medicine? One spirit pill from my cauldron keeps all sickness at bay—who needs your mortal doctors? Martial arts? I cultivate Daoist celestial arts, old man!

In her previous life, she was cheated on and driven to leap off a building by her scumbag fiancé. To her surprise, she was reborn. On the first night after her rebirth, she spent a passionate night with a strange man. After leaving the remaining seven dollars and fifty cents the next morning, she made a clean getaway. Three years later, a rumor spread that the big shot of the entertainment industry was having a secret meeting at a café with a woman. He later clarified, "That's my youngest sister." Another rumor of the military and political tycoon romantically walking in the rain with a beautiful woman circulated, to which the tycoon impatiently responded, "That's my sister." For the ensuing days, different versions of news related to the big shots of the legal, racing, and taekwondo world kept circulating, all of which were answered with "That's my sister." In the final few days, news broke that she was connected with the young masters of the underworld, the mainstream media all thought, "It must be his sister." However, this met with powerful discontent from the young master, "That's my wife, the mother of my son."

Serena Holloway, a top survivor from the apocalypse, found herself transmigrated into the most pitiful cannon fodder in a period novel. The original host had been raised to be meek and spineless by her stepmother. Her biological father had been assassinated and replaced by an impostor, who not only planned to transfer the family assets away but also forced her to marry a closeted gay man, dooming her to a loveless marriage. She was eventually driven out by her in-laws, sold off to some remote mountain village, and died a miserable death. After reading through the plot, Serena let out a cold laugh. "Quite the script. Too bad — I'm the one writing it now." The fake father wanted to move the family fortune to Guangzhou? She immediately switched into apocalypse scavenging mode! Gold bars stashed in the cellar? Taken. Property deeds hidden in the wall cracks? Taken. Even the antique jars buried beneath the pigsty — she dug them all up in the dead of night. Every hiding spot the impostor had, she cleaned out. It left him dizzy with disbelief. "How is everything gone?!" Serena dusted off her hands and smiled innocently. "You hid things so carelessly — I was just doing you a favor by clearing it all out." As for her marriage, Serena sent a telegram straight to her childhood betrothed at the frontier, Ethan Mercer: 'Come back to the city immediately and get the certificate. I won't wait.' Ethan rushed back overnight, still in his military uniform, dust and all. He had barely opened his mouth when Serena grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the Civil Affairs Bureau. "Stop dawdling. I've still got scores to settle when we're done here." Ethan glanced down at the feisty little woman dragging him along by his sleeve, the corner of his mouth curving up slightly. "Alright. Whatever you say."

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!

Celandine Sullivan transmigrated into a period drama novel and became a cannon-fodder side character who wouldn’t survive past the third episode one with a “legendary physique” that melted at the slightest touch. With her scheming relatives already pricing her out to the highest bidder, Celandine Sullivan made a snap decision and latched onto her best friend’s eldest brother, Marcus Morrison. Rumor had it the special-forces captain had been wounded on a mission, left incapable of fathering children and doomed to spend his life alone. Celandine nodded in satisfaction. “Perfect marriage papers in hand, quiet retirement ahead. Couldn’t ask for better.” On their wedding night, she stared at the scarlet silk draping the room and the man who’d shed his uniform to reveal a wall of muscle, utterly dumbstruck. Marcus had assumed he was getting a decorative bride just to appease his family, but the moment the woman stepped close, the very air turned thick and sweet. Three months later, Celandine was retching her guts out. Gossip exploded through the compound: “She must’ve been fooling around!” Marcus clutched the lab report, fingers trembling. “Wife… this baby—it’s mine?” Celandine rolled her eyes. “Whose else would it be?” From that day on, the abstinent war-god morphed into a wife-devoted fiend holding her tight all day, coaxing her all night, and stacking up babies one after another.

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.

Dragged into a frigid operating room, her innocence put to the test. Degradation, ridicule, scorn... Ethan Whitmore left indelible scars upon her. Adopted daughter? Or merely a tool? Leaving the past behind, she transformed into the industry's most formidable designer—with clients offering fortunes for a single sketch! Movie queens sharing the stage with her were left drowning in shame! Countless rich, handsome suitors pursued her relentlessly. She curved her lips arrogantly. "No rush. Let's take it slow." Suddenly, a cold-faced demon emerged hauling an adorable little munchkin, gritting his teeth at her. "You might not be in a hurry, but he's grown impatient waiting for his siblings!"

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…

Three years into their marriage, the first time they met, he said, “The match is successful she needs the surgery.” She was nothing but a living marrow bank for the woman in his heart. Later, he demanded again, “I need one of your kidneys to save her.” She asked, “Xavier Thornton, do you even know that I can feel pain?” His eyes were cold and indifferent. “I only need her to live.” When the operation ended, Rosalie Sterling was nowhere to be found. All that remained for him was a divorce agreement and a letter soaked with tears. “If I’d known loving you would be this hard, this painful, why would I have scarred myself to save your life?” He bolted out of the hospital like a madman only then did he realize she was the girl he was meant to pamper for the rest of his life…

I died-poisoned, crippled, betrayed. But death was just the beginning. In the depths of my soul, I awakened the Forbidden Prison. Sealed inside are fallen gods, ancient demons, and creatures that once ruled the heavens. Now, I am their Warden. They kneel. They call me Master. For every drop of blood, I take their power, their secrets, their divine techniques. For every enemy I crush, I rise stronger. From discarded heir to the ruler of gods and demons-this world will kneel, or it will burn. I am Cassian. And I will not be stopped.

【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.”

Cheng Liyue has been drugged by her husband and his mistress to spend a night with a stranger. Take this as treat, her husband divorced her and took away all her properties. She had to go abroad where she gave birth to the stranger's son. Four years later, she has become an outstanding designer and she backs to the heartbreaking city with her son. But she is still humiliated by her ex-husband's family. Till her baby son finds some connection between the richest man in the world with her...

In her last life, she trusted the wrong man and watched her family crumble. After three years of torment in a psychiatric ward, she was burned alive by the mistress. Reborn with a heart full of vengeance, she returned to the moment when every tragedy began. From that day on, the sweet, clueless heiress everyone dismissed became ruthless and decisive. The mastermind behind a business empire? That's her. The shadowy hacker king? Still her. The overnight global superstar? Again, her. Both mistress and scumbag are now trampled under her heels. Rumor has it that a notoriously brutal tycoon—powerful enough to blot out the sun—has secretly married a mysterious woman, spoiling her to an outrageous degree. Netizens launched an overnight deep-dive to unmask the bride, only to discover… the precious darling cradled in the arms of the ultimate boss is none other than her.

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Hart's world shatters when her fiancé, billionaire heir Damian Kingston, wakes from a coma after a mysterious car accident and claims he has never seen her before. To him, she is nothing but a dangerous stalker.Before Ivy can prove the truth, a beautiful socialite steps forward, presenting herself as Damian's real fiancée. Betrayed by the man she loves and cast out by the powerful Kingston family, Ivy disappears, carrying a secret she never gets the chance to reveal—she is pregnant with Damian's child.Months later, Damian begins having strange dreams of a woman in a white dress and a little boy calling him "Daddy." Haunted by memories that don't belong to the life he remembers, he becomes obsessed with finding the mysterious woman who keeps appearing in his dreams.As fragments of the truth return, Damian uncovers a web of lies surrounding his accident and realizes that someone deliberately erased Ivy from his life. But the enemies who stole his memories are willing to do anything to keep their secrets buried.Now, Damian must fight to reclaim the wife he forgot and the family he never knew existed… before he loses them forever.

Clara Bennett had loved Alexander Reid for fifteen long years. For five of those years, she lay in a coma, a silent prisoner of her own body. Yet when she finally awoke, his words cut deeper than any wound: *"It would've been better if you never woke up."* *"You're useless to me now."* The betrayal didn’t end there. The moment she regained consciousness, Alexander shamelessly paraded his mistress into their home, flaunting his infidelity. Worse still, her own children—poisoned by his lies—turned their backs on her, refusing to acknowledge the mother who had once cradled them in her arms. Heartbroken but resolute, Clara steeled herself. She would bide her time, gather her strength, and reclaim everything that had been stolen from her. When she filed for divorce, Alexander dismissed it as another one of her petty tantrums. He never saw it coming—until she walked down the aisle with Ethan Warren, a man whose power and prestige eclipsed his own. Suddenly, regret twisted his features into desperation. *"Darling, I was wrong. Come back to me!"* he begged, his voice cracking. Clara didn’t hesitate. With a sharp crack, her palm met his cheek. *"You cheated first. I divorced you and married up. What exactly are you crying about?"* Her words hung in the air, cold and final.