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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.

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.

Ji Wufeng was originally an 18-year-old high school student, the heir of a super-rich family. However, he was tragically betrayed and killed by his ambitious cousin and his beloved girlfriend. "I was so stupid, how could I have trusted you despicable pair!" He exclaimed, "If there is an afterlife..." At the brink of his death, a powerful spirit was reborn within him. It was the King of the Gods. "You pathetic mortals, now, it's my turn to make you suffer!" The entire world trembled.

Sophia Foster was passing by her aunt's grain store during New Year's visit when her suddenly-busy aunt asked her to mind the shop. As she lounged in a rocking chair scrolling through videos, a meteorite came crashing from the sky—plunging her into darkness. She awoke to find herself in a cramped, oxygen-deprived space, someone's feet pressing on her head. With a desperate kick, she shoved the feet away and gasped for air before exhaustion overtook her. When consciousness returned, she'd become a three-year-old toddler in the year 1956. The looming three-year famine made her tremble—until she discovered her aunt's grain store had miraculously followed her through time.

[Rebirth + Book-Transmigration + Space + Sweet Pampering] Vivian Montgomery died without ever understanding why she had suddenly abandoned her husband and child, married a scumbag, and ended up in a miserable death. Only when her soul drifted did she realize she was nothing more than the disposable original wife in a melodramatic novel— born solely to set off the “true, good, and beautiful” heroine, Stella Kingsley. Marcus Thornfield hadn’t stopped loving her; he’d simply been blinded by Stella Kingsley’s deliberate seduction and sowing of discord, gradually distancing himself from Vivian and their child. Watching Stella Kingsley, cloaked in gentleness, brazenly move into the home Vivian had decorated with her own hands, sleep in the marriage bed she had shared with Marcus Thornfield, coo over him while whispering slander, and—behind closed doors—strike and torment her child at every turn, Vivian saw her little one reduced to skin and bones, eyes cowed with fear. Vivian’s heart felt ripped in two. A torrent of hatred and resentment surged; she coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the Pebbles pendant she’d worn for years, and everything went black. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night before Marcus Thornfield was carried home gravely wounded—the very eve she was fated to be driven by the plot to “abandon husband and child.” Even more startling, with her rebirth the Pebbles at her throat had transformed into a portable space brimming with endless spiritual spring water and ample supplies; the water could nourish the body and cure illness— This time, she would not let the plot steer her, nor repeat her past life’s tragedy!

Fiona Benton transmigrated from the apocalypse into the body of a capitalist heiress in the 1960s. Without hesitation, she faked an illness to relinquish her family's leadership, pocketed her inheritance, and signed up for rural labor. She set her sights on the "unmarriageable" officer in the production brigade—Liam Henderson. The man was taciturn and rugged, with a scar cutting across his brow, yet his gaze when looking at her was unfathomably deep. After marriage, Liam Henderson became locally infamous as a "henpecked husband": When his buddies offered him a cigarette, he waved them off. "Wife won't allow it." When comrades asked to borrow money, he shook his head. "Gotta file a request first." Then, when troublemakers came knocking, Fiona Benton hoisted a hundred-pound millstone with one hand. Amid the stunned silence, Liam calmly took the millstone from her and turned a cold glare on the crowd: "My wife's hands are delicate. You can't afford the medical bills if she hurts them." After moving to the military base, the song-and-dance troupe girls gossiped about this "capitalist miss"—until they saw her punch through a sandbag during morning drills and nail every shot at the shooting range. That night, Fiona cheerfully handed Liam a steel spoon bent out of shape: "Oops, I accidentally twisted it again." Without batting an eye, Liam took it and smirked at his dumbfounded comrades: "My wife. Adorable, right?"

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…

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~"

[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!”

Emily Foster had been cold-shouldered and abused under her own roof—until Mrs. Foster dropped the bomb: she was the swapped fake heiress, and the real one was coming home. Instead of tears, Emily Foster felt a weight slide off her shoulders: this train-wreck of a family? She'd been dying to quit it. The moment her past-life memories and pocket-dimension cheat awakened, she swept every last valuable out of the Foster house—jewelry, deeds, antique vases, gone—leaving only junk behind. One anonymous tip-off letter later, she slung her knapsack, sauntered off to the countryside, and let the Fosters choke on the mess. She'd planned to treat the village stint as a brief layover—then ran straight into her biological kin. Expecting hardship, she was pampered like a priceless pearl instead; instant group-pet mode activated. On a mission nearby, officer Alexander Andrews took one look and was a goner: A dimpled, soft-looking beauty who could out-arm-wrestle the squad and out-sass his commander— the contrast detonated his heartbeat. First glance: hooked. Second glance: sunk. Third glance: already drafting battle plans to carry her home. Alexander Andrews: "You can kidnap me, or I can kidnap you—my whole pack's ready to help either way!"

After her mother's suicide, Anna called her father and uncle from the police station. Her father hung up without a word, while her uncle coldly told her to drop dead. Tears welled up in the three-year-old's eyes—until a large, warm hand settled gently on her head. "Want a dad?" With ruthless efficiency, Ethan Marks scooped up the sniffling little girl, tossed her into a sack, and carried her home. The entire family was in an uproar. Grandma, the iron-willed matriarch: "Bring over the latest luxury collections! My precious granddaughter gets first pick!" Billionaire Dad: "If anyone dares bully you, fight back. From now on, I'm your shield." Reclusive Uncle: "Sweetheart, all my earnings are yours. Be my daughter, won't you?" Older Brother, the family's little tyrant: "My sister is the cutest in the whole world!" Anna, who had braced herself for a life of misery, rubbed her big, doe-like eyes in utter bewilderment. Wait—was she actually the family's new treasure? Not one to take kindness for granted, little Anna repaid them in her own way. She chatted with flowers—and uncovered a corporate spy in her father's company. She whispered to grass—and miraculously healed her uncle's paralyzed legs. She confided in trees—and helped catch a murderer. She gossiped with cabbages—and discovered that her stern, no-nonsense grandfather was secretly henpecked. Every day was a whirlwind of jaw-dropping revelations and sweet revenge, and Anna couldn't have been happier. Then, out of nowhere, her deadbeat biological father showed up, demanding custody. Ethan Marks cracked his knuckles. "Try stealing my daughter. I dare you." Without even glancing at the man, Anna buried her face in Ethan's chest. "I only have one dad." As her birth father watched in speechless, seething regret, the infamous "Grim Reaper" Ethan Marks broke into the brightest smile of his life.

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

"My academically challenged wife turned out to be the top scorer on the college entrance exams?" "My supposedly useless wife turned out to paint with her left hand and play the piano with her right?" "My delicate and gentle wife turned out to be an undefeated boxing champion?" "My spendthrift wife turned out to be the mysterious behind-the-scenes boss of a secret conglomerate?" Everyone: "Young Master Kingston, are you blind? How could you divorce such an all-rounder queen?" For a brief moment, Young Master Kingston enjoyed the thrill of divorce, only to find himself plunged into the fiery pits of pursuing his wife again. Her striking face was icy, "Get lost!" Until... At a certain gala one evening. The man smirked devilishly, "Where do you think you're running off to this time?"

After being transmigrated into a period romance, Isabella Parker becomes the short-lived cannon-fodder character—only to find herself freshly married to Oliver Hayes when a thunderbolt hits: the entire family is about to be exiled. In the original story, she and her husband exist only as stepping stones. Framed by enemies, forced to make way for the male and female leads' "plot armor," they end up dying in the wilderness. Isabella scoffs. Cannon fodder? Not a chance. Armed with a spatial storage dimension and her medical skills, she stays calm on her wedding night—first emptying her enemies' hidden stockpiles, hoarding mountains of supplies, then marching off to exile with her officer husband Oliver Hayes, head held high. But the so-called "main couple" are Heaven's favorites and won't stop targeting her. The original female lead clings to a system, coveting Isabella's spatial trump card and repeatedly trying to sabotage her and steal her abilities? Isabella flips the script, hijacks the system's energy, and turns every petty trick into fuel for her own rise. And when that same heroine regrets breaking off the engagement and tries to use her protagonist halo to lure away Isabella's husband… Isabella only raises a brow and watches. Her Captain Hayes is a cold-blooded ironclad soldier—his eyes hold only his wife and his country. No amount of "plot armor" is ever going to steal him away.

The village’s notorious hooligan, Marcus Allen, woke up after a drunken stupor and was suddenly a changed man! The once-lazy, foul-mouthed good-for-nothing had turned polite, hardworking, and money-making. Toward his stunning but mute little wife he was no longer barking orders—he spoke in soft, gentle tones, tender to the extreme. Neighbors left and right scratched their heads: had the sun risen in the west? Only Marcus Allen knew how unbearably painful life had been after he lost his wife and child in his last life… Reborn in 1986, everything could still be fixed. He would earn money with all his might and give his wife and daughter the good life they deserved. This is a tale of everyday family squabbles and the warmth and chill of human relationships. The pace is a bit slow, yet the plot still delivers satisfying face-slaps. Watch an entire household rise from humble beginnings; witness every facet of life. If that’s not your cup of tea, steer clear. P.S. The female lead can’t speak at first because of a childhood trauma—she’ll recover later. Also titled: “When the Big Dream Ends, My Wife and Daughter Are Still Alive!” “Reborn in '86: Back to the Day My Wife and Daughter Died”

Katia was the pack's shadow. Overlooked, neglected, and crushed beneath her elder sister's prophecy-blessed glory. Wrongfully accused of pushing her sister off a cliff, she became the pack's most hated sinner. Tormented by her cruel father and bullied by her own brother, she endured endless beatings and humiliation. She decided to flee from the hellish territory, desperate to grasp a slim chance of freedom. Her escape ended in failure. She was dragged back cruelly, demoted to an omega, disowned by her family, and trapped in endless suffering. To make matters worse, she was bound to Alpha Xandar. He rejected her as his fated mate, and the agony of rejection caused her to lose her wolf. Trapped in endless darkness and brutal oppression, she fell into complete despair, waiting to be sent to the Mad King's brutal fighting pits to end her miserable life. Yet fate wove an irreversible cruel destiny for her. When the terrifying bloodthirsty Mad King Cahir arrived to attend the grand ceremony, the man who was once her sister's fiancé instantly sensed Katia as his fated mate. Cold-blooded, domineering and possessive, King Cahir branded his mark on her neck in everyone, binding the broken omega to his side. Between the ex-mate who abused her relentlessly and the tyrant king who loves her madly, Katia is stuck in a dangerous emotional vortex. Old grievances, pack conflicts, border disputes and the hidden truth behind her sister's fall gradually surface. Power once lost begins to revive quietly inside her, and hidden secrets buried by the whole pack are about to see the light of day. Rejected. Wronged. Abused. Favored by a tyrant king. Can Katia break away from the fate arranged by others and avenge her grievances? Most importantly, can she walk out of the shadow of pain, stand firmly beside the Mad King, and rewrite the destiny belonging only to herself?

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

Anne Bradley drowned in a chamber pot, becoming a wandering ghost who witnessed the brutal massacre of her entire family! Stocked with supplies, she headed for the countryside—only to bump into her gentle childhood sweetheart, a man with exceptional medical skills... who also happened to be a great cook. The man chuckled lowly, "My young mistress deserves to be pampered—no exhaustion, no hunger, no grievances."

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.

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.