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Elizabeth Greene was the adopted daughter of a second-rate wealthy family. After the true heiress returned, she was unceremoniously kicked out of the house. The classic "true and false heiress" drama unfolded around her, leaving her utterly bewildered. She had always assumed her father was unknown... But...no one told her that her biological father was actually the richest man in Country Y! Now, with her doting dad, gentle mom, and five older brothers treating her like a precious treasure, her life took a dramatic turn. After changing her name to Sophia Harrison, she discovered there was another adopted daughter in the family? Something felt off—very off. This adopted daughter, the former fake heiress, seemed to prioritize her at every turn and even admired her openly. Well, that suited her just fine. Sophia wasn't one for scheming, and if this sister wanted protection, she'd gladly provide. Regretting it now, are we, Greenes? Too bad—step aside, because this young lady isn't here to entertain you anymore! The unavoidable "tragedy" of wealthy families—arranged marriage. Just as she began settling into her new life as the beloved heiress, an unwelcome fiancé showed up at her doorstep? Can the engagement be called off? The answer: No. And now this so-called fiancé has the audacity to vow to take care of her for life? But...she's already a master of everything—renowned traditional painter, miracle-working physician, guzheng virtuoso, top-tier fashion designer, architect... The list of her hidden identities is endless. Who does he think he is, offering to support her? Yet, the man in question simply wraps an arm around her waist and murmurs, "Since my Sophia is so capable, I can just relax and let her take care of me." Blushing, Sophia Harrison retorts, "I never said I'd support you! Hand over your assets first, and maybe I'll consider it~"

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.

[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."

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.”

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?!”

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[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.

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.”

Charlotte Wood found herself transmigrated into the body of a notorious woman—the "promiscuous and unfaithful" ex-wife of military bigwig Daniel Foster! Charlotte sneered: "The original host was blind, but I'm not!" What's more, she possessed a magical jade pendant that granted her access to a pocket dimension, complete with supplies, a spirit spring, and fertile black soil. Outwardly, her stern and reticent husband shielded her and crushed their enemies without a word.

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.

[Marriage First, Love Later | Contract Wedding | Elite-Beijing Face-Slap | Sweet & Pure | Uniformed Big-Shot | Crushing Scum] At the engagement banquet, her fiancé publicly dumped Miranda Kingsley for his white moonlight, trampling her dignity in front of everyone. The crowd waited to watch the eldest Miss of the Kingsley family make a fool of herself—only to see her lock eyes with a cold-faced soldier passing by, yank him straight to the registry, and stun the entire room. The man’s knuckles pressed under her chin, his gaze glacial. “Military marriages can’t be dissolved. Think carefully.” Miranda’s lips curled in a sly smile. “Perfect. I happen to like the idea of being tied to you for life.” One marriage certificate bound two people who had never crossed paths. After the wedding, the temporary union no one believed in became the most envied love story in all of Beijing. The Sullivan family maliciously pulled funding to crush the Kingsley Group? A billion-yuan military contract dropped from the sky and revived the company overnight. Snobbish socialites whispered that she’d married up; the man hauled her into a waist-cinching kiss in front of them all, his aura crushing. “My wife—since when is she anyone’s business?” The white moonlight and the ex-fiancé teamed up to stir trouble, staging deliberate collisions. His eyes iced over. “Touch my wife again and I’ll have you dragged before a military tribunal.” He lavished every ounce of tenderness on her, silently sweeping every obstacle from her path. Miranda always assumed her husband was just an ordinary officer—until the day she discovered the man sharing her pillow was the youngest top commander in the entire military region. Panic-stricken, she handed him divorce papers, desperate to retreat. He shredded the agreement with a savage rip, pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window, hot breath brushing her burning ear, voice husky and coaxing: “Military marriage is protected by law… Now it’s time we fulfill our conjugal duties.”

Nathaniel Moore had intended to keep his charitable act low-key, but after donating ten thousand dollars, he unexpectedly bound with the [Pickup System]. Just by touching others, he could trigger rewards! While a handshake was mere courtesy for most, for Nathaniel Moore, it was a golden ticket to fortune! From rags to riches, from obscurity to fame, Nathaniel kept picking up wealth and skills at every turn, maxing out all his stats! With a grin, he quipped, "It's not that I want to flaunt my wealth—it's just that I happened to pick up the world along the way."

Apocalypse slacker Iris Sterling wakes up in the seventies with a spatial pocket and superpowers, transmigrated into the body of a push-over little sent-down youth. Before anyone can ship her to the countryside, she first dismantles her plastic bestie—ruining the girl so thoroughly she’ll never crawl back up—then flips her coveted city job for a sky-high price, cramming her space to the rafters with supplies. Only after every loose end is knotted does she saunter off to the village. She plans to keep lounging as Justin Anderson’s carefree salted fish, but trouble keeps knocking. Good thing she’s decisive and lethal; with her space and powers, even chaos folds like paper. Then she locks eyes with army officer Russell Sinclair—sparks fly, hearts click, and they move in together without a second of hesitation. If they like it, they claim it; seize the day, no dawdling. Life in the military compound is warm and steady. Beneath the undercurrents, Iris Sterling stays the unmoving anchor: one hand raising kids and running the household through her space, the other shielding her husband and home with her powers, turning the seventies into sweet, rock-solid days.

[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.

After three years of marriage, Natalie Weston still hadn't conceived. To provoke her husband, she put on a show and taunted him, "You're not up to par in bed—the experience is terrible. I'm trading you in for someone else!" The man narrowed his eyes. "Who?" "Someone with real stamina!" And so, the man proceeded to "demonstrate his abilities," giving her a whole new appreciation for his endurance. But before she could get pregnant, she was blindsided by divorce papers. He said coldly, "The mother of my child could be anyone." Heartbroken, Natalie left. Six years later, she made a grand return with a pair of adorable twins in tow—and the moment she stepped back into the spotlight, her hidden identities came crashing down: heir to the Divine Physicians' legacy, top-tier archaeology expert, genius gem appraiser, the true heiress to a billionaire fortune… She stunned the world! Meanwhile, the ruthless CEO who once claimed "anyone would do" was exposed—rumored to be infertile. But when she announced plans to remarry and take the children with her, the man finally snapped. Pinning her in a corner, his eyes red and voice hoarse with desperation, he whispered, "Ningning, I was wrong… The mother of my child can only be you."

There is an inviolable rule in the Cultivation World: Never, ever provoke Lu Xuan. Because his disciples are simply too overpowered! Eldest disciple, Rising Empress: She established the Rising Dynasty and became the master of the Southern Wilderness! Second disciple, Ye Chen: An unparalleled genius in both alchemy and martial arts, the Martial and Alchemy Emperor! Third disciple, Chen Changsheng: Incredibly disciplined... Although he has the power to annihilate Emperors with a snap of his fingers, he chooses to lay low! Fourth disciple, Forbidden Empress: "My body is full of mystery and ominous aura; will you help me absorb it, Master?" ... Lu Xuan: Me? I'm nothing special, just slightly stronger than my disciples, maybe by a little billion.

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!

Sienna Hayes's biggest regret in life was mistaking Lucas Gray, who walked into the urology department clutching his side, for a patient needing a circumcision. It wasn't until the man gritted his teeth, unbuckled his belt, and endured the examination that she realized— This was the untouchable heir of the Gray dynasty, and all he had was a kidney stone. "Sir, please don't report me..." She blinked back tears, pleading, "I'll take responsibility!" Lucas Gray gripped her wrist, his dark eyes simmering. "Fine. Then you're responsible for the rest of your life." Overnight, the rookie intern became the secret wife of the city's most powerful man. Sienna Hayes played the role of the obedient little wife, murmuring sweetly, "Honey, time for your medicine." But inside, she was screaming: Hope his kidney stone flares up and kills him! Then one day, the white moonlight "accidentally" knocked over the medicinal broth she had spent three hours preparing. Sienna Hayes stared at the mess—and suddenly smiled. She grabbed the clay pot and smashed it at Lucas Gray's feet in front of everyone— "Lucas Gray, I want a divorce! I'm done playing nice!" "Go treat your kidney stones yourself—I'm applying to be the in-house doctor at that male model club tomorrow!" Everyone said the Crown Prince would crush this audacious little girl who didn't know her place. Yet someone witnessed the notoriously ruthless Lucas Gray standing outside Sienna Hayes' dorm late at night, his eyes rimmed red. In his hands was a freshly brewed medicinal tonic: "Darling, I've looked into it… That green tea was sent by my dad to test you." "The way you flipped out was—" He pinned her against the wall, kissing her earlobe with a low chuckle, "A thousand times hotter than when you pretended to be docile." Later, the medical forum was stunned when the Crown Prince posted under his real name: ...

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.

?? 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.