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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."

Her mother, a stunning but struggling D-list celebrity, faced endless scandals and public scorn. Though she barely scraped by, she raised Lily Chambers to be plump, rosy-cheeked, and irresistibly sweet. People whispered that Lily Chambers was unwanted—unloved. Everyone assumed the "little nobody" was done for. "Baby! Grandpa's here!" The Richest Grandpa slapped him instantly: "This is the Grant family's one and only golden treasure, the apple of our eye, our little ancestor! How dare you even think of touching her?!" Ever since Lily Chambers returned to the Grant family, everyone's fortunes changed overnight. Even that legendary "cold-blooded, emotionless father" who was "given only three months to live" miraculously got out of bed on the third day after Lily Chambers stayed by his side, fully recovered and bursting with vitality! From then on, the aloof business tycoon, who had never shown interest in women, suddenly awakened to love—launching an all-out pursuit of his wife.

Young educated youth Lydia Summers had cared for her in-laws for three years, only to receive a divorce telegram from her husband, David Thompson. "Lydia Summers, ours was an arranged marriage. I never had feelings for you. I want an independent woman who can stand by my side as an equal, not some sheltered flower like you." Lydia smirked coldly. "Tch. So there's a new bitch in the picture." She went straight to the military base and divorced the scumbag without hesitation. ... David had expected tears and pleas, but instead, she walked away cleanly, without so much as a backward glance. After the divorce, the once meek and obedient little wife transformed into the undisputed queen of the military family compound—a dazzling, untouchable ice princess who commanded both fear and respect. Watching his ex-wife shine brighter than ever, David began to regret his decision and tried to win her back. But before he could even get close, the most formidable rising star in the military—the ruthless, stone-faced General Huo Yunfeng—stepped between them. "The woman I've waited years for isn't yours to reclaim. Get lost." At night, the icy general shed his stern demeanor, becoming an insatiable, doting devil. "Lydia," he murmured, voice thick with desire, "call me 'husband,' and I'll give you the world."

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.

Vivienne Ashford was the fake heiress raised by capitalists for eighteen years. To protect her, her adoptive parents sent her back to her biological family with a massive fortune, only for her to be devoured until nothing remained. Desperate to avoid being sent to the countryside, she schemed against Ambrose Gallagher, who was visiting his hometown. But on their wedding day, he left without a word and vanished without a trace. After marriage, she lived permanently at her parents' home, handing over her salary and working tirelessly without complaint. Yet they still sold her to human traffickers. She suffered endless torment and died miserably the moment her adoptive parents finally found her. Carrying hatred to her grave, she unexpectedly returned to a time before tragedy struck. In this life, she would no longer be weak and bullied. She transformed into a vengeful demon who settled every score! Those who stole her wealth would return it with interest; Those who humiliated and insulted her would be beaten until they cried for their parents; Those who wanted to sell her for money? They could go down to the countryside themselves as punishment! After ruthless retribution, the once harmonious family lay dead, crippled, or banished to rural labor. Vivienne Ashford finally had her revenge. She packed up and arrived at his door in style: "Ambrose Gallagher, I'm here for a divorce. I apologize—I schemed against you before." Who would have expected that after two years of disappearance—rumored to be cold and emotionless—the man's eyes reddened as he gripped her tightly and refused to let go: "Don't divorce me... what did I do wrong? I'll change it, please?" Vivienne Ashford was completely stunned. Wasn't he supposed to despise her? To look down on her? This desperate clinging behavior—something was wrong! Completely wrong!

Pediatrician Clara Whitman accidentally time-slips to the late seventies. The moment she opens her eyes, she discovers she's been sold at a high price by her heartless uncle's family to be the wife of a village idiot. Meanwhile, their own daughter—Lila Whitman—has stolen her marriage certificate and is living the good life as the bride of a powerful military dynasty. Reborn with full memory of the plot, Clara Whitman tears up the script—she's done playing along! A handful of croton seeds later, her uncle's household is writhing on the latrine; she bolts from the village and heads straight for Beijing to reclaim the engagement herself. But nothing goes as planned: the groom-to-be rejects her on the spot. In a twist of fate she ends up marrying the man's elder brother—nine years her senior, the unattainable "high-altitude flower" William Hayes. Legend says Colonel Hayes has no interest in women and is doomed to leave no heir; yet every night Clara Whitman is coaxed until she sobs and begs for mercy, and after the wedding every pregnancy comes in multiples. When the man seduces her again with "just one more time," Clara Whitman wants to cry: Who said he didn't like women? Total lie! William Hayes, the youngest and most brilliant officer in the regiment, is steady, handsome, his future limitless. Rumor claims he cares for no woman, having pledged his youth to the nation—breaking countless girls' hearts. Then one day word spreads: the colonel has taken leave to honor a seventeen-year-old engagement and married a country girl. Everyone laments: that bumpkin is wasting Chief Hayes! Until the day the cold-faced "King of Hell" William Hayes walks in with a stunning, dewy-eyed lady doctor on his arm—and the room falls silent. "That's no bumpkin!" the crowd gasps. "She's a straight-up goddess!"

The prestigious Hughes family, the wealthiest dynasty in City S, has finally found their long-lost daughter, Eleanor Hughes, after 18 years. Eleanor appears to be an ordinary, sweet-natured girl, but those who meet her soon discover her extraordinary gift: they can all hear her innermost thoughts. Unknowingly, her candid mental revelations steer everyone away from their tragic fates. Not only does Eleanor become the beloved treasure of the Hughes family—adored by her parents and six older brothers—but she also wins the hearts of City S's elite circle. Most remarkably, she captures the affection of Seth Lynch, the formidable head of the Lynch family, a man so ruthless that his name strikes fear in others. Seth Lynch, the young and brilliant CEO of Lynch Corporation, is known for his icy demeanor and shrewd tactics. He effortlessly outmaneuvers seasoned rivals in the business world, earning both respect and resentment from older generations. Yet, around the innocent Eleanor, he transforms into a gentle, caring figure. What begins as brotherly concern gradually deepens into romantic love, eventually becoming an all-consuming devotion. Like a frog slowly boiling in warm water, he subtly draws the naive Eleanor into his world, ensuring no one else can ever come close—a master of calculated affection. … Years later, when prodigies dominating various fields are asked whom they are most grateful for, they all unanimously name the same person. Winifred Mitchell, a powerhouse in the business world, says, "I owe everything to Eleanor Hughes. Her arrival saved me from a tragic fate at the hands of my cousin." Patsy Anderson, the world-renowned queen of piano, simply states, "I'm grateful for Eleanor Hughes."

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.

Jade Sinclair didn’t learn the truth until her dying breath: the husband who hadn single night in eight years had long since built a love nest with his first flame The mother-in-law she’d served like a slave—paralyzed, demanding, never grateful—the wheezing father-in-law who emptied bottle after bottle of pills, and the drama-queen sister-in-law were all chains the Foster family forged to keep her tethered Even the university place she’d scraped every cent to buy had been handed by that scumbag straight to his white-moonlight sweetheart And the boy and girl she’d loved as her own for eight long years? The darling children she’d rocked through fevers and homework? Their real parents were those two cheating dogs When she opened her eyes again, she was back at square one—so… “Sent-down youth? Sis isn’t going to any stinking village, not in this lifetime!” “Marry that trash? I’d rather marry an actual dog.” “Wait on his family hand and foot? They can do whatever the hell they want; this lady is done serving!” This time, whoever crossed her would watch her flip the board and bury them with it As for marriage… the army officer next door in the military compound looked promising. In her last life he’d died young on a mission, leaving a fat pension and two solid rooms Marry him, shut the gossips up, become a wealthy widow with a house—match made in heaven So Jade marked the calendar, waiting for widowhood. Three years rolled by… then another three. Not only did the man refuse to die, he kept climbing—now a full-bird officer One night he pinned her to the mattress, laughter hot against her ear: “Wife… how about I ‘sacrifice’ myself right here in this bed?”

Time-traveled back to the 70s? Tara Cavanaugh goes full berserk! Evil stepmom? She packs her own daughter off to the countryside—no mercy. Deadbeat dad? She pockets the entire family fortune, down to the last cent. Mom exiled to the Nowhere Northwest? Tara slings a bedroll and chases her to Red Star Brigade—touch my mama and see what happens! Crush busybodies, hunt wild boars, collar child-traffickers—build an empire in one breath! Even the frosty officer Mr. Caldwell meekly moves into her tiny courtyard. Villains queue up for a beating? One swings, she lands one. This era's script? She's rewriting it herself— "Sweet" is only five letters, but she's screaming it a billion times!

The Grand Zhou Dynasty's First Grand Princess has transmigrated! At fourteen, she had supervised state affairs, executed treacherous chancellors, installed the young emperor on the throne, established the Imperial Academy, and brought every unruly noble scion of the capital to heel. Yet in the blink of an eye, she found herself two thousand years in the future, possessing the body of the cowardly and incompetent true heiress Aurora Whitmore! Unloved by her parents, bullied by the fake heiress, a soft little punching bag at school! Aurora was furious! A legitimate daughter of noble birth, humiliated by some counterfeit goods! She slapped vicious servants into submission, disciplined the fake heiress, taught her blind parents a lesson, and brought every student who had bullied her to their knees. What she hadn't anticipated was that the entire pack of brats from the Imperial Academy had transmigrated alongside her. And so. The tyrannical school bully with overwhelming power actually knelt before her, bawling and calling her Grand Princess! The underground kingpin with connections in both lawful and lawless circles fell to his knees, shouting "Your Highness the Grand Princess!" The wealthiest lady in the nation, whose fortune rivaled the state itself, knelt with tears streaming down her face, softly murmuring "This humble daughter of an official pays respects to Your Highness the Grand Princess!" The entire capital was dumbstruck. Why did it feel like every corner of the capital held connections to this Whitmore family's daughter? The Whitmore family was equally stunned. Their most despised daughter, the little sister they looked down upon—how did every friend she casually produced turn out to be someone they could never hope to befriend in their entire lives?

Her sleazy brother-in-law kept harassing her, leaving her terrified and desperate. Her best friend set her up with a top-tier prospect. A man in a tailored suit sat in the teahouse—his brow sharp as if carved by a master brush, and even the glint of his cufflink as he turned a page screamed old-money polish. "Flash marriage?" Coffee cups clinked. Joanna Bridges froze, staring at the matching pinky ring on his finger. "Mr. Thornton, this joke—" "Thirty property deeds, six-figure monthly cash flow, three generations of spotless records." He tapped the digital certificates on his screen. "Most importantly—I've had a crush on you since forever." That night, her drunk brother-in-law pounded on her door again. Joanna fumbled for her phone through tears. "Mr. Thornton! Civil Affairs Bureau, nine sharp tomorrow—I'll be there!"

【Past & Present Collide + Dual Timelines + Women Uplifting Women】 It all begins when Frostine Whitmore—already branded the shameless woman who seduced her brother-in-law while her sister lay dying—marries into the Marquis's estate as a second wife. She pours her heart andveled blood into running the household, guiding her husband, raising step-children who aren't hers, never once complaining. In return she hears only: “She's atoning for her sin; she has no right to our gratitude.” Then one day golden subtitles drift across her vision. 【WTF? Who green-lit this dog-blood melodrama? Time to roast!】 Frostine Whitmore: ? 【Cold-hearted prick of a husband, ungrateful brats, relatives who scripted your misery. You keep them in your heart, they kick you into the gutter—then laugh behind your back. They’ll squeeze you dry, squeeze out two crocodile tears after you die, and call it remorse.】 Frostine Whitmore: ! 【What are you waiting for? Divorce the lot! You gonna let them wring you dry and waste your whole damn life?】 Frostine Whitmore: !!!! Soon after, the papers are signed. The estate expects her to come crawling back, penniless and broken. Instead she walks away—and lives bold, bright, and free. Celeste Hartley never imagined that shit-posting in a drama's comment section would open a direct line to the tragic heroine inside the screen. She rolls up her sleeves: time to rewrite the script and save the girl—oh, and while we're at it… 【I wanna revive a lost dance and slap the haters. Spot me a court dancer, yeah?】 #SHOCK! Scandal queen resurrects fresco-era dance! Who said she steals roles? This talent doesn’t need to steal. # 【They claim my makeup isn't “period accurate.” Teach me that tipsy-blush look you guys rock.】 #Celeste Hartley shows what REAL retro glam is—straight out of a Tang scroll, living and breathing. # 【And next I want—】 #BREAKING: Celeste Hartley appointed consultant by the National Heritage Authority! #

The crippled prince had become a commoner, but he had married a stunning beauty. His wife was a genius in martial arts and was high above others; he was a loser who had been humiliated. After accidentally awakening the spirit of a Divine King, his fate was reversed and he rose to power. From then on, he would crush those who humiliated him and conquer the peerless beauty! Geniuses, in front of me, are all good-for-nothings! Kings are like ants under my feet! I'm the God Slaying King with a single stroke of the Heaven-breaking Sword!

Brandy Rivers, a survivor of the post-apocalyptic world, was an avid reader of satisfying era novels. While others hoarded food and supplies to survive the apocalypse, she took a different path—obsessively collecting books and miscellaneous items, daydreaming of escaping to a peaceful era far from the constant life-or-death struggles. Her wish finally came true. After her death, she unexpectedly transmigrated into a true-and-fake-daughter era novel, becoming the tragic cannon-fodder real daughter who shared her name. The original owner had suffered half a lifetime of grievances—mistreated by her foster parents, then forced by her biological parents to take the spoiled fake daughter's place and endure hardship in the countryside. But Brandy Rivers, now awakened with transmigration memories and her portable space, refused to play along! She cleanly severed ties with her cruel foster parents. Faced with her biological parents' emotional blackmail and blatant favoritism, she showed no mercy—stripping her birth family bare of assets and cutting all familial bonds before heading to the countryside alone. No melodramatic suffering, only unbridled freedom! She expected to live quietly in peace, but little did she know—a devastatingly handsome cold beauty was hiding among the educated youth. He turned out to be clingy yet persistent, accompanying her daily through farm work and trivial matters without complaint, silently guarding her side. Facing his gentle and enduring devotion, Brandy Rivers raised an eyebrow with a faint smile and reluctantly agreed: "Fine. Let's try having a sweet romance and living well together." The aloof beauty doted on his wife tenderly. Together day in and day out, their love grew over time—transforming dull rural life into something sweet and stable. What surprised her even more was that scattered teammates from the apocalypse gradually found their way to her. Reunited across worlds, they once again stood shoulder to shoulder—each thriving in their own field with full capability. With space resources at hand, beloved partner by her side, and loyal teammates at her back, Brandy Rivers carved out a brilliant life uniquely hers in this ordinary era.

Iris Ashford, the strongest warrior who fought through the apocalypse for ten bloody years, transmigrates back to 1973—a time of crippling scarcity—and becomes the true daughter the Ashford family finally found. She thought her suffering was over, that stability awaited. Instead, she discovers she's merely a cannon-fodder side character destined for a miserable death in some era novel! Her previous life's script was absolute garbage! Her scumbag fiancé Nathan Holloway pines for the white lotus foster daughter, storms in to provoke her at will, and tries to steal her life-bound pearl. Iris Ashford, now awakened with spatial abilities and powers, doesn't indulge him for a second. She kicks him down on the spot and declares with domineering flair: "Scumbags and bitches—none of you are worth a damn!" They think forcing a broken engagement will control her? She agrees without hesitation: "Whoever doesn't break it off is a dog!" Then she empties his family's assets clean, leaves the Holloway household with nothing but bare walls—striking first and striking hard, pure satisfaction! More shocking—the Ashford family's pampered fake daughter is actually reborn. Armed with memories from her past life, she schemes to steal Iris's golden finger and climb over the Ashford family to become richest tycoon. Foreseeing catastrophe for her entire family, Iris Ashford defies fate itself and reverses every tragedy: Solves her parents' political exile crisis. Heals her damaged eldest brother. Protects her nephew from his ill-fated path. Rewrites her sister's brutal death. With Divine Farmer Space and billions in supplies at hand, she decisively relocates her whole family to the countryside for safety. There, using apocalypse-honed skills and modern knowledge alike—treating illnesses, reclaiming wasteland, building wealth—she leads her family from ruin to riches. Every ghost and demon who dares provoke them gets crushed mercilessly; face-slapping comes without mercy. Only that man who initially doubted her gradually loses his heart to her. Declan Hartwell—the most coldly ascetic officer of A-Division 303 Regiment. Poison-tongued. Untouchable. Feared by all. First meeting: amusement flickers in his eyes. Interesting. Second meeting: something stirs. After several encounters: completely undone. Before marriage—proudly aloof, keep your distance. After marriage—instantly transforms into a clingy loyal dog! Kicked out of bed by his wife once? He hugs his pillow pitifully at the door: "Wife... don't make me sleep in the study... I want to sleep with you." [Strongest Apocalypse Queen vs True-Scent Ascetic Officer—mutual pursuit that only gets more addictive!]

[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.

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.

Abandoned, abused, and betrayed, Emily Parker met her tragic end in the fourth year of the apocalypse. But fate granted her a second chance—she awoke two months before the catastrophe began, now bound to a Gold-Devouring Supermarket System. With enough gold, she could unlock the supermarket's vast sections, gaining access to endless supplies. Typhoons… torrential rains… insect swarms… extreme cold… scorching heat… viruses… earthquakes… acid rain… eternal night… The apocalypse descended. While stockpiling supplies, Emily steadily unlocked the supermarket's zones, never worrying about resources again. Until… Her deadbeat father, who had once abandoned her, oozed false sweetness: "Sweetheart, you've suffered so much. Hand over your food—I'll keep it safe for you." The relatives who had abused her shamelessly demanded: "Emily, we're family. We should share everything!" The backstabbing best friend and toxic ex-boyfriend groveled: "Emily, please… just a sip of water…" To them, Emily—now living in comfort—responded with icy indifference: "Why don't you decide… who dies first?" Years into the apocalypse, Emily had witnessed every shade of human cruelty. But then, someone braved the storm to take her cold hand, their gaze tender yet resolute: "Emily… we've made it to the light."

One accidental night three years ago, Vivian Blackwood became Marcus Blackwood’s wife. She secretly rejoiced; he hated her to the bone. She knew Marcus Blackwood didn’t love her—no matter, she didn’t care. Naively, she believed she could someday thaw his heart. Then she got pregnant, and he personally escorted her onto the operating table. At last, Vivian Blackwood gave up. She signed the divorce papers and walked away. She thought they would drift apart forever—only for the man to turn the world upside-down searching for her. When they met again, she was a world-class designer, smiling sweetly: “Ex-husband, we’re already divorced. Please behave.” Eyes red, he pinned her against the wall: “Then let’s get married again!” Behind her, a little bun grinned and produced a durian: “Uncle, if you want to chase Mommy, you have to kneel on this for three days first.” Marcus Blackwood stared at the miniature version of himself, face icy: “What ‘uncle’? Call me Dad!”