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Serena Collins returned home to reunite with her long-lost family, only to find the Su family living in squalor worse than a doghouse. Her father was in prison, her mother gravely ill, and her six brothers either disabled or down on their luck. The fake heiress who had taken her place had long since fled, clinging to someone else’s coattails. Everyone laughed at her for inheriting a mess, but with a single command, her hidden network of elites emerged from the shadows. Her father was freed, her mother miraculously recovered, and her eldest brother—once confined to a wheelchair—smashed bricks in a stunning display of rehabilitation. The other five brothers rose to become top talents in their fields. When people mocked her as some backwater child bride, her countless identities came tumbling out: miracle doctor, master of traditional painting, queen of hackers—all of them her. The Crown Prince of the Empire pulled her protectively into his arms. "She's my fiancée!" Serena arched a brow. "Changed your mind about calling off the engagement?" He gripped her hand tightly. "After searching for you all these years, my one and only love—I’d rather die than let you go."

Everyone called Leslie a spoiled beauty - just a pretty face with a bad attitude. But when she died saving the man she was forced to marry, the truth shattered everything. Now reborn years before her downfall, she's not here to play nice. She's here to flip the game. Armed with secret identities, a lethal skill set, and a no-mercy rulebook, she's back to protect the one man who once died for her: Broderick, the cold, powerful CEO known as Windmere's mad dog. She thought he was a monster. He thought she was a brat. What no one expected-was how quickly they'd fall. She's sweet at home, savage in the streets. And anyone who dares touch her man? Let's just say... she's not the one who needs protection anymore.

In her past life, Victoria had clung desperately to the idea of family, only to have her heart shattered by the Li family—betrayed, used, and ultimately murdered by those she once called kin. That life, she had already repaid in full to the Lis. Reborn, she vowed never to endure their cruelty again. This time, she struck back—slapping the so-called "true heiress," the scheming green tea bitch, right in front of the crowd. She declared, loud and clear, that she was cutting all ties with the Li family for good. No more pretending. No more suffering in silence. Instead, she sought out her real father, William Foster. No games, no lies—she introduced herself bluntly, demanded a paternity test, and when the results confirmed the truth, William took her home without hesitation. For the first time in her life, she knew what real family felt like. William shielded her at every turn, and in the Foster household, she finally tasted unconditional love—no groveling for scraps of affection, no starving herself to maintain the illusion of a lavish life. This time, she would make the Li family pay in blood for what they had done. And that two-faced, venomous green tea princess who had tried to ruin her? Oh, she’d get exactly what she deserved.

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

Celeste Ashford's previous life was that of a terminally ill, never-married wealthy single woman who'd built her fortune through a clever space-storage reselling business. After dying young, she transmigrated into the harsh 1960s, and the moment she opened her eyes, she inherited two kids with no blood relation to her — left behind by her late husband. Before she'd even had time to process that, she was informed: her current husband had adopted three orphans of fallen soldiers. Celeste Ashford counted on her fingers: five kids, one man, and the eligibility to join him at his military post. She briskly packed her bags. "Let's go — off to find their father!" Once at the base, she led the children in clearing land, growing vegetables, and running small side businesses. All five kids were raised plump and rosy under her care. But six months later, Celeste Ashford stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test and fell into deep thought. She turned to her neighbor. "Hey, um… my husband's ex-wife — didn't she go around telling everyone he couldn't perform? Wasn't that why they divorced?" The neighbor slapped her thigh. "You bet she did! The whole military district knows about it!" Celeste Ashford went silent. That evening, she glared at the rugged military officer who'd just walked through the door, and slapped the pregnancy test down in front of him. "You'd better explain this to me. What exactly is going on?" The man was at a loss for words for a long moment, then wrapped his arm around her waist with a helpless sigh. "She was the one spreading rumors everywhere — it's not like I could go around dropping my pants to prove otherwise. Besides… whether I'm capable or not, don't you already know the answer to that?"

Evelyn Ashford was the real heiress switched at birth? She should have been cherished by both families, with a fulfilling career and love, sailing smoothly through life. But a transmigrator stole every opportunity from her! Family, husband, even her portable dimension—and tricked her into abandoning them all. In her past life, she ended up utterly betrayed, deceived by thugs, dying a miserable death. This life, she's sharpening her blades: what's mine is MINE! What the transmigrator stole, she'll cough up with interest! The transmigrator Vivienne Harlow smugly sang a modern song to test her: "The boundless horizon is my love~" Evelyn Ashford rolled her eyes like she was watching some shamanic ritual: This transmigrator's combat power is THIS weak? I must've had water in my brain last life to get played by you!

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.

In the fourth year of her marriage, Nina Hartley realized she had become a laughingstock in others' eyes. She had spent twenty-four years pining after Ethan Blackwell, and four years as Mrs. Blackwell. When he said he wanted to sponsor a child, she nodded in agreement—never imagining that this child would turn out to be the son of Ethan's first love. She retreated step after step, believing she could warm his heart, until she stood in disheveled humiliation outside a glass window, watching the man who had always been cold and distant toward her bend down to smooth the wrinkles from his first love's clothes. On her shattered phone screen, his message still glowed: *In a meeting. Very busy. Do not disturb.* Nina finally understood—the man wasn't heartless; his heart simply belonged elsewhere. Everyone was certain Nina would never divorce, and Ethan believed this too. Until Nina actually signed the divorce papers, and Ethan was left stunned. Ethan saw Nina again at a press conference in the scientific research community. By then, Nina had just claimed the highest academic title in domestic robotics and was speaking as the keynote presenter, with an exceptionally handsome young man standing beside her. The two of them gazed at each other across the crowd, wearing smiles that no one else could decipher. The once calm and rational man completely lost control, kneeling on the ground to search for the wedding ring she had discarded, trembling as he slipped it back onto her finger. "You said you would love me forever. You said you couldn't live without me..."

The young emperor of the Upper Realm was reborn in the Lower Realm, with unparalleled mastery over elixirs and artifacts, his talent otherworldly. You have an unrivaled manual of concoction, a future king of elixirs? I apologize, but that was just some trash I had once discarded. You are the disciple of the Artifact Emperor, world-renowned? I'm sorry, but the Artifact Emperor happened to be my disciple. You are the present crown prince, the future sovereign? To be honest, the entire continent was merely my plaything. The strongest second-generation emperor, who could possibly rival him!

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.

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.

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...

[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!

Special forces operative Evelyn Clark was swept away by raging river currents while rescuing someone. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself reincarnated as a disposable side character in a parallel world. Determined to rewrite her tragic fate, she played along with the family division scheme—cutting ties with her scumbag father, escaping her stepmother's control, and finally claiming autonomy over her own life. By chance, she rescued a wounded soldier from a pack of wolves. Her plan was simple: return him to his unit and never cross paths again. But to her surprise, the soldier turned into an unexpectedly clingy guard dog—bringing her food, clothes, and vowing to protect her for the rest of her life.

Lara Scott only realized on her deathbed that her life had been one big joke— Her parents favored others, her brothers were indifferent, and the entire family doted on her ungrateful cousin Celinda Scott like she was royalty, while Lara got nothing but leftovers, hand-me-downs, and even had her fiancé stolen! After dying a tragic death in the apocalypse, she was reborn—armed with a billion-dollar storage space and dual lightning and plant-based superpowers—only to return to the 1960s! "Steal my family? Steal my man? Let me show you what it feels like to be struck by lightning!" With lightning in one hand to fry scumbags and vines in the other to whip white lotuses, she cut ties publicly in the newspapers and made those toxic relatives beg for mercy on their knees! One day, while casually observing a blind date, she raised an eyebrow and teased the military doctor Ethan Mitchell: The man grabbed her wrist in response, chuckling lowly, "Sharing a table is nothing—how about sharing a life? A small house with three rooms, taking you and your brother to live on a military island. You game?" Lara grinned. "Farming and beachcombing are my specialties. As long as we stay far from trash, anywhere can be home!" Later— Ethan Mitchell pulled her into his arms, his voice tender: "Xixi, my money is yours, my life is yours—everything I have is yours, forever."

She died betrayed by her sister, grieving the deaths of her mother, brother, and the husband she had wrongly hated—until he died protecting her. Now reborn, she won't make the same mistakes. This time, she exposes the fake heiress, protects her family, and reclaims her inheritance. When warned not to marry the ruthless CEO, Victor Halifax, she smiles and says, "I've loved him for years. I'll marry no one but him." Her family thinks she's crazy. But Victor, feared by all, is more than willing to indulge his fierce little wife. When told she's fighting again, he replies, "Send more men. Don't let her hurt her hands." A second chance. A powerful love. And sweet revenge that no one sees coming.

Preston Holloway was Isabelle Whitfield's backup plan, and Audrey Sinclair was Preston's backup plan. Everyone knew Preston loved Isabelle Whitfield, loved her without reciprocation. Every year on Isabelle's birthday, he would propose to her once. Isabelle would neither accept nor reject. Yet Audrey was Preston's actual girlfriend, yet she witnessed his unwavering devotion time and again. Eight years. Love finally burned out completely. When Preston proposed to Isabelle Whitfield once more, and Isabelle said yes, Audrey decisively broke up with him. She finally set herself free, but Preston wouldn't let go, claiming he and Isabelle were only getting married for show. Real or fake no longer mattered, because Audrey had already decided to marry Maxwell Sherwood. Preston didn't believe Audrey was actually getting married. Until the day he and Isabelle held their wedding, when he saw with his own eyes Audrey walking down the aisle in a wedding dress toward another man...

It was the annual military training season. But this year's batch of students was unruly, arrogant, and downright lawless—each with their own special tricks up their sleeves. The training had suddenly become every drill instructor's nightmare, reducing the once-renowned Steel Third Regiment to a laughingstock. Desperate to salvage their reputation, the regiment commander urgently called for volunteers. Yet, no one in the entire regiment dared to take on the challenge of disciplining these troublemakers. Just as they were at their wits' end, Ryan Lane activated his system and stepped forward, volunteering to go to the school and whip these delinquent students into shape—starting from scratch. "Instructor, if we're supposed to be shooting, then why the hell are you tossing grenades beside us?" "Sir, I get the tactical crawling drills, but crawling under live gunfire? Are you serious?" "Report, Instructor! The recruits practicing underwater drills have all surfaced—somebody save them, quick!" Three months later, during an inspection of the military training programs across academies, the regional commander was stunned to find one group standing head and shoulders above the rest—even outperforming the elite special forces of the military district. The commander was utterly baffled: "We just asked you to handle their training. How the hell did you turn every single one of them into a Special Forces King?"