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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.

Yessie Hartwell slipped in the bathroom and, with one careless step, landed in the 1970s. The moment she opened her eyes, a top-tier military titan—Sean Yates—was at the door proposing marriage. The man was devastatingly handsome, impeccably refined, and from a family so distinguished that his credentials left nothing to be desired. She hesitated only a moment before accepting. She’d assumed it would be a marriage of convenience; instead, married life exceeded every expectation. Sean Yates was ruthless on the battlefield, but at home he turned into the perfect twenty-four-filial husband. He handed over every cent of his salary, took care of every chore, and put her first in everything, spoiling her until she could do no wrong. Plenty of rotten peach blossoms fluttered around him, yet none could get close—after all, sabotaging a military marriage was a serious crime. Her in-laws were refreshingly easy. Her mother-in-law kept a polite distance and never lived under the same roof, sparing them endless petty conflicts. Her father-in-law doted on her and the child like priceless treasures, secretly mailing goodies to the family compound. No matter how her mother-in-law fumed—“a daughter’s child is still a grandchild!”—he stood firm: “Only the legitimate grandson counts.” Yessie Hartwell gave a calm smile; her child was, of course, the one and only legitimate grandson. Days passed in leisurely comfort. She spent her time teasing the baby and, when bored, gossiping with the neighbors in the military housing compound. As Sean Yates climbed the ranks, the couple relocated with the army to the capital, leaping another rung on the social ladder. No one expected that a casual project of hers would explode at the Canton Fair, raking in twenty million U.S. dollars in foreign exchange. Bathed in glory, she graced newspaper headlines and stood on the stage of an official commendation ceremony, living the life everyone else could only envy.

Cultivation powerhouse Zara Kingsley crossed into the 1970s with a pocket dimension stuffed with a billion units of supplies. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d become the unlucky punching bag of adoptive parents and a scheming stepsister. The stepsister wanted to snatch her job and exile her to the countryside? Zara Kingsley emptied the girl’s entire house in one swipe and signed her up for the Great Northwest—go eat dirt and open up wasteland! The adoptive parents embezzled her birth parents’ pension and planned to sell her little siblings for cash? One anonymous letter to the authorities sent the pair of parasites straight to the firing squad—blood for blood. The reborn heroine, armed with foreknowledge, tried to steal her jade pendant dimension and her fiancé, dreaming of replacing her and soaring to the top? Zara Kingsley laughed coldly, seized the spatial treasure for herself, and monopolized every fortuitous encounter. As for that trash fiancé—he’s all yours; whoever wants him can have the bad luck. From then on, Zara Kingsley let herself go completely, hell-bent on being as unscrupulous as possible, sprinting down the road of face-slapping and sweet revenge. Then came the day she was sent down to the countryside—and the rumored sterile, ice-faced big shot Henson Lancaster set his sights on her. One was aiveness-obsessed cultivation madwoman; the other, a ruthless, black-bellied military titan. They clicked at first sight, marched to the registry, and got their marriage certificates. Husband and wife, perfectly matched—trash-bashing without breaking a sweat! You be my crazy wife, I’ll be your crazy husband; two apex predators joining forces—whoever blocks the way gets flattened. The reborn heroine was dumbstruck: the fiancé she stole turned out to be useless, the opportunities she coveted were all hijacked, and the cannon-fodder Zara Kingsley—supposed to die early—had instead become the nation’s darling. She reclaimed her birth parents, cleared their names, and, together with Henson Lancaster, amassed an untold fortune. Multiple buns in one pregnancy, living life in full swagger.

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!"

Cecilia Whitmore arrived in a 1970s-era novel with superpowers and a pocket dimension—only to land in the body of the Whitmore family’s orphaned daughter, fated to die in chapter one. She opened her eyes to find the house ransacked, her parents dead, her grandfather framed and gone, and jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards dancing around the old Whitmore mansion in triumph. Cecilia smiled. “I carved through the apocalypse—why fear a pack of paper tigers?” First move: she emptied the ancestral estate, not leaving a single gold bar beneath the foundation for the enemy. Second move: she torched the grand ocean-view villa while everyone watched in heartbreak, then sauntered off to the countryside. Cecilia: “With a million supplies in my space, I’ll live like a queen down on the farm.” As for the handsome regiment commander who suddenly appeared? Well, abs like those deserve at least a little flirtation…

To ditch her cheating fiancé, Vivian Hartley disguises herself as ugly and ends up provoking her fiancé’s little uncle. One reckless night, Vivian tosses two hundred yuan on the nightstand, tosses off a cool “Service was decent,” and tries to walk away only to be yanked back into the man’s arms. “Isn’t it your turn to serve me now?” Quentin Blackwell is the name that makes Beijing tremble untouchable, unreachable. Rumor has it someone saw him pinning a woman to a wall and kissing her senseless. Everyone else shook their heads: impossible. Who could ever catch Master Blackwell's eye? Then came whispers that the woman might be Vivian. The crowd scoffed louder: even more impossible. The great beauty couldn't turn his head why would he look twice at an ugly duckling? Until someone spotted the aloof tycoon kneeling on one knee to slip a shoe onto Vivian's foot, coaxing her for just one kiss. The scum ex-fiancé finally sees her true face and begs forgiveness only to be kicked out the door by the man himself, followed by a marriage certificate flung in his face. “Call her Aunt.”

Billionaire tycoon Vivienne Goodwin, who had died from a fish bone stuck in her throat, opened her eyes to find herself transported to the 1970s—and her stepmother had already schemed to register her name for rural reeducation? The first thing she did was grab a broom and beat the hell out of her deadbeat father and stepmother, then promptly added her stepsister's name to the list as well, shipping her off to the Northwest for reeducation through labor. Before leaving, she sold the house, sold her job, reported her scumbag father in one smooth sequence, and conveniently stripped the house bare while she was at it. When her stepmother returned home to find the empty rooms, she collapsed on the spot. Ethan Mercer first laid eyes on Vivienne Goodwin during a visit to the countryside, where he spotted this girl riding on a human trafficker's back, her fists flying with devastating force. He froze for three seconds, his heart skipping a beat. The second time they met, Ethan Mercer blocked her path at the village entrance and cut straight to the chase: "Comrade, I'd like to court you." Vivienne Goodwin looked him up and down. "Who are you?" Ethan Mercer didn't flinch: "Ethan Mercer, twenty-six years old, unmarried, currently regimental commander of a certain department, no bad habits, full salary handed over." Vivienne Goodwin: "...You reciting a menu here?" When word reached the military compound, everyone learned that Ethan Mercer had found himself a village wife and waited eagerly for the punchline. Until one month later, when Ethan Mercer brought her to the compound and showed her photo to everyone he met: "Pretty, isn't she? My wife. Amazing, right? My wife."

In her past life, she fell victim to a devastating scheme by her fiancé and her manipulative, green-tea-sipping sister. Betrayed and humiliated, she was forced into the arms of a disabled soldier. Her sister stole her family fortune, destroyed her reputation, and left her to die in disgrace, her heart filled with regret... But now, she’s been given a second chance. Waking up on the very day of her tragic downfall at 19, she grabs the soldier’s hand and declares, "Let’s get married!" This time, she won’t be anyone’s pawn. She’s determined to fight back, sever ties with her toxic family, and carve out her own path. But on her wedding night, she makes a shocking discovery—this so-called "disabled" soldier isn’t injured at all. In fact, he’s far from weak, and now she’s dealing with a husband whose strength leaves her breathless... night after night!

Rumors swirled that the notoriously aloof CEO attended a high-society gala wearing a wedding band identical to that plain Jane's. The entire room of socialites gasped in shock. Breaking away from the crowd, the CEO interlaced his fingers with the unassuming woman beside him. "Had to put a ring on it before someone else did," he murmured, his voice dripping with possessive warmth.

Ms. Angeles is busy eating, sleeping, and teaching the riffraff how to behave! Mr. Beaumont is busy chasing Ms. Angeles, chasing Ms. Angeles, and yes still chasing Ms. Angeles! “Isn't the CEO supposed to be aloof and the very picture of a modest gentleman?” Mr. Beaumont lounges on the sofa, eyes half-lidded, every move languid and elegant. “Be good. Call me husband.” Mrs. Beaumont presses a hand to her forehead, staring at that face so cold on the surface yet utterly unable to live without her. It's practically a crime waiting to happen!

Vivian Ashford unlocks the most absurd transmigration in history — she gets her head slammed in a door, passes out, and wakes up smack in the 1970s, coming to in a strange man's bedroom. After absorbing the original host's memories and sizing up her bloodsucking, sharp-tongued family, Vivian Ashford — whose whole brand is shameless scheming — has an instant epiphany: Beat the awful people at their own game, and leave them nowhere to run! Armed with her little red book, she launches straight into ruthless revenge mode, bringing the family that bullied the original host for years to heel completely. She turns her sharp tongue up to full blast and presses them at every step, tormenting the wretches in creative ways: "I've waited on you all for years — you owe me compensation. Pay up, or I'll report you." "Every last bit of dowry a bride is owed, not a penny less — otherwise, I'll report you just the same." When her family demands a bride price from her future husband, she fires right back: "A bride price is feudal nonsense. Bring it up again and I'll keep right on reporting you!" With a series of moves as smooth as flowing water, Vivian Ashford successfully secures her compensation and dowry, then cuts ties with her awful relatives cleanly and completely. To dodge the hardship of being sent down to the countryside, she sets her sights on Nathan Sinclair, a military bigshot desperately in need of an extra pair of hands. Nathan Sinclair, believing his comrade-in-arms was killed in action, has taken in the man's child and urgently needs a woman to help care for the little one. Vivian Ashford volunteers herself on the spot, laying out her terms with cool-headed precision: *"We sign a contract — you pay me forty yuan a month, and I work for you and mind the kid." Forty yuan a month, secured. She's no fool — no way is she suffering out in the countryside. The contract marriage is officially sealed. She follows her convenient husband to live on the military base, quietly scheming on the side to mooch off her awful birth family whenever she gets the chance, squeezing every last drop out of them without a shred of mercy. Armed with her personal inventory space and a mind full of tricks, this scheming female lead turns military base life into her personal playground — delivering face-slaps and revenge at every opportunity. As time passes, the terms of their contract slowly give way to something deeper, and their marriage-first love story reaches peak sweetness. Meanwhile, a jaw-dropping secret about her origins and the hidden truth behind her comrade's death come to light one after another, with twist upon twist upending everything. A vivid ensemble cast where everyone gets their moment to shine — equal parts absurd comedy and heartfelt romance. Watch this scheming, lovably shameless little wife lie her way to the top and rise triumphant in the 1970s. Sweet, satisfying, and utterly legendary! 【Reader Advisory: There's more to the comrade's death than meets the eye, and the childcare arrangement is only temporary. Enter with caution if either is a concern!】

In her previous life, Serena Caldwell was ruthlessly schemed against by her in-laws, who made her mistakenly sleep with the so-called "spy" of the village one night. Overnight, she was reviled by the entire village as an immoral slut. Even her own family found her disgraceful and cruelly drove her out of the house. Her in-laws feigned kindness: "We don't despise you. Come marry into our family and live a proper life." Not long after, news arrived that her fiancé had "died in sacrifice." Filled with guilt, Serena broke off the engagement and devoted herself to staying with her in-laws, fulfilling filial duties for her deceased husband and raising three younger siblings. She was squeezed dry of all value throughout her life, eventually dying miserably frozen on the streets. Only at death did she learn the earth-shattering truth: Her fiancé never died! He had been promoted and advanced in the army, married and had children—living a thriving life! The so-called sacrifice was entirely a scheme by his family! Reborn in one stroke, Serena completely woke up and tore apart the engagement cancellation letter on the spot! She went straight to the army base, only to discover that her in-laws had already written letters slandering her as having chaotic private affairs and seducing men everywhere. Serena laughed in anger, confronting the scumbag directly: "I am completely innocent. You believed me worthless based on mere rumors?" She crashed his wedding ceremony dramatically, threw down the cancellation letter, and left with flair. The next day, the entire military compound exploded! Serena directly married Victor Harlow, the coldest and most ruthless Ice-Faced King of Hell of the compound! Everyone laughed at how miserable she must be. Rumors said Regiment Commander Harlow had been fundamentally injured during a mission and couldn't father children—that he only married her to deal with family matters, that they were merely living together as partners. After marriage, Victor Harlow coldly declared: "I have no interest in women. I'll give you money; we won't interfere with each other." But when Serena gave birth to twins—and as those two little ones grew more like him every day—the truth could no longer be hidden! Turned out that man from that night who had been set up wasn't a spy at all—it was him all along! Victor Harlow! The so-called infertility was nothing but psychological trauma left from that night. The once aloof and abstinent Regiment Commander Harlow completely fell head over heels, instantly transforming into a clingy wife-doting fanatic—haunting his wife daily until he spoiled Serena absolutely rotten!

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.

Vivian Harper only learned the truth on her deathbed her entire twenty years of life had been stolen by the Montgomery family, who had used her as nothing more than a “luck puppet.” They’d snatched her as a baby for her fate of boundless fortune. When she opened her eyes again, she was bound to a [Favorability System] that could trade goodwill for grain, medicine, and supplies an instant cheat code So Vivian decisively went to the countryside to become the team’s darling. Her new parents adored her to the bone, her three older brothers took turns spoiling her, and her little brother guarded her every day. She led the whole family in foraging wild delicacies and earning work points; their days grew brighter and richer until the entire village wept with envy. Along the way she picked up a “little fool”: handsome, strong, and the moment he saw her he called her “wife.” Vivian pushed his approaching face away. “I’m not your wife.” The fool wasn’t upset; he pulled a grimy milk candy from his pocket and placed it gently in her palm. “For my wife to eat.” She sighed since she couldn’t shake him off, she might as well marry him! After the wedding, the little fool worked for her by day and clung to her by night; their days were honey-sweet. Then one day the fool regained his senses he wasn’t a fool at all, but a big shot with a dazzling military background. A very pregnant Vivian stared blankly: no one had told her that when she picked him up!

Lin, the so-called "good-for-nothing" in everyone's eyes, unexpectedly gained an all-around system. Since then, his martial arts skills improved tremendously, and he acquired outstanding medical abilities. He gained the power to see through everything, excel in acting cool, and had a knack for putting people in their place. With this omnipotent system, becoming the top scorer in the college entrance examination? It's no longer a dream. What about beautiful women? The problem now is deciding which one to marry. As for status - now that he's got his omnipotence, why would he ever worry about lacking status?

Four-year-old Nora Whitfield: her father, the “Soldier-God” who died on the frontier; her mother, dead of illness. The child became an orphan, then her heartless uncle flung her into the woodshed, fed her moldy scraps, and planned to sell her to settle his debts. At the brink of despair, the retired war dog her father left behind lunged forward with a roar that shielded its tiny mistress. Together, girl and old hound tore through the siege and set out on a grueling search for family. The uncle only sneered—what storm could a scrap of a girl and a decrepit dog raise? He had no idea he’d stirred up catastrophe. When Nora Whitfield pulled out the blood-stained family photo she kept pressed to her heart. The five comrades in that picture were now the nation’s five supreme war-gods—commanders of entire military regions. The moment they saw the bruised, bone-thin little girl quaver out the word “Uncles,” those five generals exploded in fury. “You dare torment a martyr’s orphan? You’re courting death!” In an instant, a million elite soldiers mobilized—solely to keep this lone child safe. Whoever dared bully Nora Whitfield would pay a bitter price; no one would escape unscathed. Hurt our martyr’s orphan, and even across endless distance we will annihilate you.

【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.”

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.”

In her last life, Chloe Morrison had been so dazzled by a scumbag educated-youth that she’d turned into a hopeless love-struck fool. She handed him her university slot, her grain coupons, her meat rations, her grandma’s heirloom jade pendant—even snatched her little nephew’s candy to coax him. The moment the scumbag returned to the city, he vanished without a trace, and she became the laughingstock of the whole village. Just then, officer Isaac Hartwell came home on leave and asked for her hand. She married him, but her heart was full of disdain—for his roughness, his blunt manners, his utter lack of romance—and she despised him for five long years. Then came the landslide. The coarse man she’d spent half her life despising shielded her with his own body and was swallowed whole. For the decades that followed, remorse and agony gnawed at her; on her deathbed she had only one thought: If there is a next life, I will give everything to love him properly. Reborn in an instant, Chloe Morrison’s eyes brimmed with tears and not a shred of confusion remained. She grabbed a butcher’s cleaver, snatched the jade pendant back from the scumbag on the spot, and—surprise—the pendant’s hidden space awakened. With one kick she sent the heartless man flying, then spun around and threw herself at the rugged officer Isaac Hartwell, marrying him without hesitation, packing her bags to follow him to the army base. When the news reached the compound, it exploded like a bomb: “Did you hear? Captain Hartwell married the butcher’s daughter—built like an ox and fierce as hell!” But the very next day, when Isaac Hartwell strode in with fair, delicate, soft-as-cotton Chloe Morrison on his back, every jaw hit the ground. This wasn’t some terrifying butcher’s daughter—she was a fragile little beauty who looked like she’d shatter at a touch. The crowd’s contempt had barely formed when, two days later, they watched Chloe Morrison dash across the compound, butcher’s cleaver in hand, ready to defend her husband—whereupon the entire yard quivered in fear. “She’s faking it! All an act!” Yet Isaac Hartwell wore a dead-serious, wife-protecting expression and declared to one and all: “My wife is delicate, frail, and utterly helpless—none of you are allowed to bully her.” Compound residents: …We’d sooner believe the devil himself.

Five years ago, her entire family framed her, and her husband William Parker silently consented, forcing the pregnant Emily Griffin to take the fall for her sister Isabella Morgan and go to prison. Five years later, on the day of her release, William didn't come to pick her up. Instead, he was throwing a celebration, holding their son in his arms while standing beside Isabella—a picture-perfect family of three, sweet and warm. The twins she had risked her life to bring into the world—her son now called another woman "Mom" and cursed her as a murderer, while her daughter had tragically passed away, leaving not even ashes behind. Heartbroken, she demanded a divorce on the spot. But William shielded Isabella, accusing her of making a scene and embarrassing everyone. That very night, she drafted the divorce papers, relinquished custody, and walked away, returning to her career. Later, she revived her master's legacy, reclaimed her title as the inheritor of porcelain restoration, and rose to global fame. Her senior brother returned from abroad, ready to go through fire and water for her. Even the arrogant young master who once swore to kill her began pursuing her relentlessly. Her parents fell to their knees, weeping and begging for forgiveness: "You're our only daughter. Please come home." Her two older brothers, who once scorned her, now held her tightly, pleading, "We were wrong. Don't disown us, okay?" Even her ungrateful son clung to her leg, throwing a tantrum: "Mom, I'm your real son! Don't abandon me..." And that domineering man—William Parker—tore up the divorce papers right in front of her, eyes burning red as he cornered her against the wall: "Emily Griffin, in my world, there's no divorce—only widowhood!"