Best sellers

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.

[Time-Travel + Rebirth + Fake vs. Real Heiress + Face-Slapping + Golden Finger] Apocalypse-level powerhouse Keira Summers transmigrates into a period drama—only to find herself cast as the most tragic fake heiress ever written! Their fates are polar opposites, a living satire. The real heiress lives in the prestigious military compound in the capital, doted on by parents and brothers, fast-tracked through school, sent abroad for a gilded degree, and finally wedded to a top commander—three babies in one go, life flawless and complete. The original soul who stole her identity? Trapped in a crumbling mud hut in the countryside, beaten and scolded daily, forced to drop out and work before she turned fifteen, then bartered away in a marriage deal to clear family debts. A lifetime of domestic violence and misery, ending in squalor. Reborn, Keira Summers’s eyes hold nothing but icy mockery. Want her to stay the stepping-stone so the real heiress can keep her perfect life? Not a chance. When the true heiress feigns gentleness and steps forward to “comfort” her: “Big sister, our family’s poor—please be understanding of Mom and Dad, don’t fuss over what you’ve lost.” Keira Summers arches a brow, voice razor-sharp: “You stole my life, bathed in my blessings, and now you want my understanding? Your lucky streak ends today.” A max-level boss never wastes energy on self-doubt. She opens by crushing the heiress’s exclusive golden finger, then launches into calm-crazy mode, shredding the unjust plot thread by thread. While the real heiress still fusses over a new dress and secretly compares herself, Keira Summers has already leveraged top-tier academic talent to dive deep into scientific research—advancing step by step, building strength to serve her country. Biased family, hypocritical heiress, doomed destiny—she steamrolls them all. In this life she breaks free of the mire, discards the rotten script, and wields science like a blade. She rises to the summit, forging herself into a legend no one can match.

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.

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…

Marcus Fletcher let his mother sweet-talk him with, “The girl on the other side of the bridge, Luna Morrison, is your betrothed you've got to take responsibility,” and, half-dazed, agreed to the marriage. Luna Morrison, urged on by the squad leader's wife who'd once saved her“My son's tall, honest, an officer, and hands over every cent of his pay. If you don't mind, spend your life with him”thought it sounded reasonable. Both figured they were just teaming up to get through life; they clapped hands once and went straight to the registry to sign the papers. They expected a loveless union dull, awkward but their first meeting exploded like fireworks: She charged after a thug with a cleaver; he kicked the man flat onto the pavement. Two strangers beat the bully into howls, moving in perfect sync like they'd drilled it eight hundred times. Come wedding night, the scene turned even wilder. Marcus Fletcher clamped the bankbook between his teeth and held it out to her, eyes feral and fond: “Wife, take it.” Luna Morrison's brain short-circuited; she caught the other end of the book in her teeth too. While other couples spent their wedding night in tender whispers, the two of them counted cash, counted ration coupons, and on the side counted abs, teasing each other without pause.

Zarelle Feymere—heiress to the most powerful werewolf dynasty in the world—made one mistake: she fell for an Alpha who saw her as nothing more than a rare blood bag. For three years, she endured the humiliation of a loveless mating, her veins tapped like a commodity to sustain the woman Calden Ashmoor truly loved, Thessaly. His fated mate, who rejected him to marry his brother. When a web of lies and betrayal is uncovered, Zarelle does the unthinkable: she walks away. Now, stripped of her disguise as a docile omega, the true daughter of the Missatian Pack returns to claim her birthright—and her revenge. Calden always thought he’d married a nobody. He never expected his discarded mate to come back as a queen.

Post-apocalyptic female commander Katherine Rivers opened her eyes to find herself tied up and thrown into a woodshed, her in-laws discussing selling her off for eighty yuan in bride price. Katherine looked down at her thin wrists, then up at her in-laws counting money on their fingers—and she smiled. The next second, she grabbed a cleaver and split the eight-immortal table in the main hall clean in half: "Sell me? Come on, ask this blade first if it agrees." After trashing her in-laws' place, she turned and headed straight for the military garrison with her space dimension full of munitions, ready to demand answers from her "deceased" husband's superiors. But halfway there, she ran into a blood-soaked man cornered by seven or eight enemies in a drainage ditch. Katherine narrowed her eyes, sizing him up—broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, brutal and reckless fighting style. Prime material. She pulled a submachine gun from her satchel, dropped six men in three seconds, then hopped down with the weapon slung over her shoulder: "Marry me, and I'll keep you alive." Hayden Harrison had lived twenty-six years, and no one had ever spoken to him like that before. He looked at this bold, striking woman, his heart slamming against his ribs: "Fine, you said it!"

On the eve of her wedding, her fiancé was caught entangled with her own twin sister Furious, she turned around and married the rumored ruthless, ice-cold demon CEO She thought it was nothing more than a loveless transaction—a sham marriage to throw everyone off the scent Instead, he treated her with a tenderness like flowing water, a wife-protecting maniac who shielded her at every turn, crushed scum men and women with domineering flair, and went to every length to put his baby in her She was dazed. “Mr. He, our contract is only for three years. If you want a child, find someone else.” The man pinned her against the corner, danger glinting in his eyes. “You provoked me—now pay for it with a lifetime.”

Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower—pushing every button she could—until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness. Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced." Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. *Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!* Alexander was certain he’d never regret his decision. That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we’ll take down anyone who dares mess with you!" Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let’s get back together."

Melody Thornfield had been none too bright in her last life, letting her husband’s ex lead her by the nose until she destroyed her own marriage step by step. The moment she leapt from the hospital window, Melody swore that if there were a next life, she would never love Adrian Thornfield again. Yet why was it that the man who had forcibly divorced her in that past life—who had sworn to see her rot in prison—was now… “Mr. Thornfield, the young madam’s company is hiring male designers.” “Mm. Hack their system and change ‘male’ to ‘female.’” “Mr. Thornfield, Mr. Angelis wants to court the young madam.” A certain man rose, murderous aura crackling… The next day, there is a new legend: Lennox Angelis had his leg broken by a baseball bat—wielded by a man burning with jealousy.

[Military Marriage + Transmigration into a Book + Pocket Space + Face-Slapping Scum + Sweet Pampering with Adorable Kids] Josephine Sullivan—once dazzling and fearless—had died in her last life shielding others, fighting a gangster to mutual destruction. When she opened her eyes again, she had slipped into a period novel and become the notorious Shanghai capitalist heiress a cannon-fodder girl manipulated by her scumbag father, vicious stepmother, and scheming stepsister, ending in utter misery. The original owner had been blind and stupid, despising her fiancé—the taciturn, iron-willed officer Benedict Hawthorne—as crude and unromantic, desperate to break the engagement. After her stepsister’s instigation, she’d drugged Benedict in a muddled attempt to force him to call it off. Instead, she turned herself into the laughingstock of the city; the next morning Benedict annulled the match. Worse, her father sold her to a lecherous old man for cash. Ten years of torment later she died wretchedly, while her father and stepmother fled to Hong Kong with the Sullivan family’s century-old fortune, living in luxury. The instant Josephine transmigrated, she accidentally spent the night with Benedict, who had just returned from a mission. Looking at the tall, long-legged officer with chiseled features and explosive stamina, and recalling the original’s tragic end, Josephine’s eyes iced over: this life, no one would control her! When the scum trio tried again to provoke her and force her to break the engagement for money, Josephine struck back ruthlessly: she packed the three ingrates off to the Great Northwest for re-education, sneering as they left, “Since you love scheming so much, go reflect in the wilderness—taste what real displacement feels like!” With the pests gone, Josephine unexpectedly activated her personal space—stocked with ration tickets, supplies, money, and a spirit spring that nourished everything. Later, rumors spread that Benedict had been injured on a mission and would never father children. Josephine showed up at his door cradling three exquisite, jade-carved toddlers, eyes curved in a smile. “Sweethearts, say hello to Daddy!” Benedict stared at the three mini-mes in his arms, then at the radiant Josephine; the hardened soldier’s heart melted on the spot. From then on, the training ground took on a new look— Under the blazing Morrison, Benedict drilled the three little ones in standing at attention. The kids stood ramrod straight, tiny faces flushed, pouting and muttering: “Daddy’s so gentle with Mommy but so strict with us!” “Yeah! He’s scared Mommy will get mad and make him sleep in the study!” “Daddy’s lame—we’re not scared of Mommy at all!” Benedict’s face darkened. “Attention! No talking!” The three little soldiers snapped upright, pretending obedience while secretly making faces at each other. In their milk-soft hearts they grumbled: Daddy’s mean, we don’t like him—we love our gentle, awesome Mommy best!

No destined child, no invincible bloodline, no gods, demons, immortals, or Buddhas—I have just one sword, and if you're not convinced, let's fight! A young man wields his sword, crushing prodigies, subduing gods and demons, traversing the galaxy, overpowering the myriad worlds, and with one swing, cleaving the nine heavens!

Transmigrated as a stand-in illegitimate daughter, she was silenced right after giving birth to dragon-phoenix twins? Eleanor Whitmore said: Want to kill me? Ask my scalpel first if it agrees! She burned down the estate with a single fire, carrying her children to blend into the northern expedition army. Unexpectedly, she accidentally became the savior of the entire army. Arriving at the northern frontier, she thrived even more—opening a medical clinic, establishing workshops, raising her children, her days flourishing beyond measure. The legitimate sister who had tried to kill her back then was actually exiled to the northern frontier five years later! Eleanor sneered. Wasn't this right in her home territory? Some debts were overdue for settling.

Rumors swirled about the Shi family—their young master was a bipolar cripple no one dared cross. And they whispered about Julian Bennett's commoner wife, a country bumpkin who couldn't do anything right except eat like a champion. Then came the explosions... "The madam blew up the villa." "The madam hacked into the Shi family's system—cost them billions." Julian Bennett, draped in a bathrobe, gazed at her with smoldering intensity. "Darling, be careful—don't upset the baby." One by one, her hidden identities came crashing down. Bank account numbers skyrocketed. Headlines blazed. Only then did the world realize—that reckless, unruly girl everyone dismissed as useless? She was the real deal, a hidden powerhouse all along.

【Military Romance】【Marriage of Convenience】【Military Compound】All-round socialite Samantha Frost is reborn as the notorious "eccentric military wife" in the army compound—the woman everyone avoids, who allegedly abused her wounded husband. On the very day of her rebirth, her husband demands a divorce. But this time, she's determined to turn over a new leaf and be the best military wife she can be. While building her own empire—mastering medicine, excelling at work, opening businesses—she seizes every opportunity the era offers to amass wealth, she also sets out to charm, coax, and pamper her elite soldier husband. She tends to him, heals him... and seduces him. "Honey, you're a disabled veteran—surely you can't perform in *that* department, right?" Later, she's the one begging through tears: "Darling... please, no more. We haven't left the bed in three days..."

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.”

Serena Whitmore returned from chaotic times carrying overwhelming hatred, reborn from the desperate situation of dying miserably in a mass grave, making a full-blooded comeback to the beginning of the tragedy. In her previous life, she was schemed against by villains—her dowry swallowed, family assets seized, child tormented, ultimately ending in a miserable fate of bones scattered without a trace. Returning reborn, only cold resolve remained in her eyes as she made a solemn vow: All who stole her child, money, dowry, and residence would be returned tenfold! All enemies who framed and humiliated her—she would let none escape, ensuring they never knew peace for the rest of their lives! With her portable space and peerless medical skills, Serena acted with fierce methods and decisive killing, quickly turning the tables on all jumping clown villains and sweeping away all calamities from her previous life. She had thought she could live single and carefree, raise her child alone, and steadily begin her counterattack life. An urgent phone call completely shattered her plans. "Comrade Whitmore, your husband was severely injured during a mission and is unconscious. Come to the hospital immediately to care for him!" Serena froze on the spot: "Wasn't he already gone?" The leader responded solemnly: "Please don't be pessimistic. We are doing everything possible to save him." At the bedside, looking at the dying man, Serena ultimately stepped in to save him, using her superb medical skills to pull him back from death's door. After Vincent Allison woke, his heart was full of gratitude. Learning that he had gone through such trouble to marry her home, only to let her be tormented by his own family's villains, his heart was filled with guilt. After following the army, he came to know that his seemingly delicate little wife not only possessed heaven-reaching medical skills, but her origins also concealed profound mysteries—far more stunning than he had imagined.

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.

After eight years of marriage—sacrificing her education, giving up her career—all she got in return was her husband's cold indifference and her daughter's growing distance. It wasn't until everything fell apart that she finally understood: in this marriage, she had lost herself. So she stopped loving. Stopped waiting. And when she stood on the stage of an international medical forum, a top expert in her field, applauded by the world—he finally realized what he'd thrown away. But by then, it was far too late.

[Retro + Military Marriage + Book Transmigration + Cannon-Fodder Side Chick Climbs Up + Pampered Wife + Face-Slapping] Seraphina Bennette transmigrated into a retro-era novel and became the cannon-fodder first wife who dies in childbirth, clearing the way for the male lead to marry his true love. In the original book she was pregnant, yet mother and quadruplets all perished—four lives lost at once—just so the hero could wed the heroine. She landed in the story right in the middle of a steamy night with the male lead. The next morning they got married. Four months later, with a belly far bigger than normal, she remembered the tragic ending waiting for her, packed her bags without hesitation, and followed him to his army post on the frontier. Life on the border was harsh, but gossip traveled even faster. Because her stomach looked larger than usual, whispered rumors flew around the compound that the babies weren’t Officer Analise Angelis’s child at all. When Analise Angelis returned from training, a “helpful” neighbor pulled him aside to hint as much. He only glanced at his own door and said evenly: “I know exactly how many my wife is carrying.” On delivery day four healthy wails rang out one after another from the birthing room. Cradling four red-faced newborns, Analise Angelis stood at the ward entrance and announced to the suddenly silent crowd in a voice like a bell: “The He family’s quadruplets—thanks for all your concern.” Later, when the original heroine showed up and told Seraphina Bennette to leave Analise Angelis, Seraphina linked arms with her husband and smiled sweetly: “Sorry, but if my man walks out, my four hungry babies won’t agree to it!”