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Ye Ranyin, the most feared mercenary of the 21st century, known as the "Night God"! In a twist of fate, she finds herself transmigrated into a small border town as a despised outcast! Her fiancé's family arrives to break off the engagement? Her clan treats her as a discard? In the next moment, she's welcomed back to the imperial capital, becoming the only cherished lady of the Duke's household! From then on, she reveals her extraordinary talents. With the Empress's inheritance, she refines divine pills, crafts extravagant artifacts, tames mythical beasts, and sets up powerful formations! She blossoms with unparalleled grace, stunning the world! With the script of a cherished favorite in hand, she receives endless love from family and friends, while gaining the admiration of countless powerful figures. Her former clan regrets their decisions, and her ex-fiancé wishes to rekindle their relationship. However, a certain crazy and domineering emperor descends from his pedestal, wraps her in his arms, and threatens fiercely: "If you dare accept him, I will destroy the world!" Ye Ranyin holds the man's devilishly handsome face and gives him a peck: "Be good, I only allow you to stand by my side."

【Showbiz + Mind-Reading + Gossip-Craving + Unhinged Chaos】 Celeste Beddington transmigrated into a third-rate entertainment-novel extra—a washed-up starlet and the fake-heiress foil to the real-deal heroine Her scripted fate: keep stirring trouble until the heroine ships her off to a foreign black market and she dies miserably. Gossip System: 【Host, just quietly eat melons and rack up “explosive points” to rewrite your ending!】 Celeste Beddington sneers: Pass. Die now, die later—same difference. I’m going full rabid and taking everyone with me. At the family recognition banquet, green-tea fake sister Roslyn Beddington floats over with a tearful apology—Celeste Beddington boots her straight into the koi pond. 【Still pretending to be some pure little fairy? Wasn't you who slipped Dad's room key to that wannabe idol?】 CEO Dad: “!” When the A-list heartthrob her original self adored shows up, Celeste Beddington greets him with a face-shattering slap. 【Thought you could shortcut twenty years by climbing into Mom's bed? Dream on.】 Award-winning Mom: “!!” 【Tsk, talked Big Bro into a scam project—when it imploded he lost billions. One co-investor went bankrupt, tracked him down, and hacked him to death. Investment prodigy snuffed just like that—shame.】 Investment-genius Big Bro: “!!!” 【Sigh, the rest of the brothers don’t fare any better!】 Whole family: Which part is bad—spit it out! On variety shows Celeste Beddington stays reliably unhinged. Netizens start out hating her harder—until through her they catch: America’s Sweetheart popping squat in the wild… The ripped action hero twerking in lacy lingerie… Comments: Can’t stop watching! More! Daily dose please! While she snacks on melons and wreaks havoc, all five brothers’ personas collapse—and they start spoiling her rotten… Even the final boss villain keeps looking at her like she's cracked reality itself…

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!

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.

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!"

We’ve been married for three years, but I’ve never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. “If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?” I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. “Yes.” I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go—to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. “Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing…” What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, “Vivienne, don’t divorce me… please.”

Catherine Whitmore woke up inside a period-era novel as the capitalist family's seventh daughter—born of a concubine—and discovered she'd been swapped into a marriage the moment she opened her eyes. “The childhood betrothal to the He family in Liaoning—Laner's health is too delicate for the northern cold, so you'll take her place.” Catherine massaged her throbbing temples; after digesting the original host's memories, she smiled. In the original plot, the very day the girl reached Liaoning her so-called fiancé Harrison Blackwood married someone else The original host was forced to wed a groom, her dowry stolen, and finally framed for treason—she dashed her head against the He ancestral shrine and died. But this life she had someone else in mind. “Mother is right.” Catherine signed obediently, then slipped straight into the Shen family vault That night every brick of the Shen century-old hoard was hauled away until only load-bearing walls remained—even the gold bars tucked behind ancestors' tablets vanished into thin air. Then she hopped on the north-bound train; in its window glass glinted her icy smile: “I'm not going to marry—I'm going to be their ancestor.” Three days later at He's gate Harrison wrapped an arm around his new bride and sneered at Catherine: “Catherine Whitmore, even if you knelt and begged I wouldn't marry a woman like—” Before he could finish, a military jeep screeched beside them The door swung open; army boots hit dirt; epaulettes carried cold stars of rank. The man peeled off white gloves, pulled Catherine into his arms before everyone, and swept his frigid gaze over gaping Harrison: “Didn't your father teach you greeting your elders?” “Say hello—little aunt.”

Age Gap Romance/Arranged Marriage/Strong Heroine/Found Family/Revenge/Slow Burn Romance Nineteen-year-old Clarice Sullivan was forced by her scumbag father to marry Theodore Grant, a man of thirty-one. On their wedding night, Theodore, transformed into a ravenous wolf, left her utterly exhausted. "I thought you said you couldn't?" she muttered, rubbing her aching lower back. "Aren't men in their thirties supposed to know some restraint?" Theodore, irritated, pinned her down again. "Round two!" he growled. After marriage, Theodore switched into full protective-and-doting-husband mode. "Darling, my worthless father is trying to hit me again!" "Just wait," Theodore snapped, his temper flaring. He promptly dismantled the entire Sullivan family. "Darling, she drugged me—tried to hand me over to another man!" Clarice pointed accusingly at her wicked half-sister. Theodore's fury erupted. He slapped the woman hard across the face and ensured her reputation was ruined beyond repair. With Theodore's unwavering devotion backing her, Clarice repaid every slight and cruelty a thousandfold. When others criticized her for being spoiled, Theodore scoffed, "I'm the one who spoiled her—got a problem with that?"

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.

After marrying David Reynolds, Charlotte Parker spent over a decade dutifully caring for her bedridden mother-in-law. She could never bring herself to splurge on expensive clothes, yet one day, she caught sight of her husband parading around town with his mistress—dressed head-to-toe in Chanel, toting a six-figure Hermès crocodile bag. And that wasn't all. There was also a love child, around ten years old. The boy obediently called her mother-in-law "Grandma," and the old woman immediately declared that the family fortune would one day be his. Her husband, ever the generous spender, announced plans to upgrade his mistress and their illegitimate son to a luxury duplex—worth a cool five million. Meanwhile, Charlotte was still stuck in the shabby, decades-old apartment allocated by her huaband workplace back in the day. The betrayal was the wake-up call she needed. She realized the first half of her life had been wasted on the wrong people. From now on, she would live for herself—free and unshackled. She wanted a divorce. Her husband sneered, "All you're good for is cooking and cleaning. You wouldn't survive without me." Her mother-in-law scoffed, "Women of our generation endure worse. Who hasn't suffered a little? Divorcing at your age—how disgraceful!" Relatives chimed in, "You've put up with it this long. What's another twenty or thirty years? Just bear with it a little longer." Bear with it? She had endured enough for a lifetime. No more! … Everyone expected the middle-aged divorce to become a pitiful, lonely joke. But to their shock, Charlotte not only re-entered the workforce—she thrived, climbing the career ladder with unstoppable momentum. And love? A second chance came knocking. Wait—what? The man she was dating, the one she might remarry… was actually the wealthiest tycoon in the capital? Her ex-husband's family was drowning in regret, begging her with tears to take them back. A squad of imposing bodyguards blocked their path. "Sorry," they said coolly. "Our lady says she doesn't know any poor relatives."

Genre: Urban Fantasy Su Chen's girlfriend was gravely ill, and he scraped together 300,000 yuan, even going as far as borrowing another 300,000 yuan from others. For her sake, he worked desperately. But he never expected that once she recovered, she would immediately break up with him. "I don't want to pay off the debt with you, don't bother me anymore." "A lousy phone worth only 3,000 yuan, and you have the nerve to give it as a gift?" she said as she threw the phone on the ground. Unexpectedly, this throw activated the special feature of the phone: future news. "On June 28th, a man will win a lottery prize of 5 million yuan!" "On June 29th, Huaming Group will announce the development of an anti-aging serum, causing its stock to soar!" "On June 30th, a true painting by Tang Bohu will appear on Antique Street in the southern city!" Su Chen was stunned. It's only the 27th today! News from the next couple of days is already coming out? What shocked him even more was that these news pieces were all true!

Serena Whitmore had spent half her previous life married to her childhood-officer sweetheart, Benjamin Sinclair, toiling and sacrificing for fifty long years—only to be repaid with a fatal betrayal. On his deathbed, Benjamin told her the cold truth, every word a dagger: “These fifty years? Consider them my repayment.” Only then did she realize the lie: her so-called failure at the college-entrance exam had been a fraud; her admission letter had been stolen and given to his white-moonlight. Even crueler, the child she had poured her heart into raising was their secret love-child. In despair, Serena dragged the white-moonlight down with her, dying full of hate. Reborn at the very start of the tragedy, Serena shed her meekness; only ruthlessness remained in her eyes. She reclaimed the jade pendant stolen by the white-moonlight, stormed the scumbag’s house to take back her dowry, and publicly broke the engagement—never to repeat her past. The village’s most feared troublemaker, Christopher Palmer, swaggering, brawling, and brutal, was the very “good-for-nothing” she once despised. Yet only Serena knew that, in her last life, when she had nowhere to turn and everyone abandoned her, this seemingly violent man had silently reached out—ultimately paying with his own life to help her. This time, Serena resolved to rewrite his short-lived fate. But no amount of calculation prepared her for one miscalculation: she would end up entangled with him. The roguish, untamed man fell for her at first sight and turned into a devoted, over-the-top wife-protector, shielding her so tightly no harm could touch her. The scumbag couldn’t accept it and came sneering: “Serena Whitmore, without me you’re stuck settling for trash like him?” Christopher’s long arm swept Serena into a possessive embrace; with his other hand he slapped the officer’s commission across the scumbag’s face, flashed a wicked grin, and drawled, arrogant yet tender, “Sorry, pal—I’m your commanding officer, and the only man she’ll ever have in this lifetime.”

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."

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.

[1980s + Military Marriage + Face-Slapping + Scum-Bashing + Family Drama + Raising Kids + Career-Building] In her last life, Luna Fairchild was literally angered to death by a cheating couple. At home she served her in-laws and raised the child left behind by her deceased brother-in-law Years of marriage without pregnancy—guilt-ridden—she slaved like an old ox for every single Whitmore family member The real reason she never conceived? Not her body. The scumbag had gotten himself snipped for his green-tea bitch. Luna Fairchild rebooted on the very day the scumbag came home on leave; she marched straight in with witnesses and caught them in bed He soaked up her love while handing his own to someone else—fine, she’d nail the two cheaters together forever Her in-laws did nothing but fan the flames; she’d make them choke on the strongest brew of top-grade Longjing green tea The green-tea wanted the scumbag? She’d gift-wrap him and deliver him with both hands. Marcus Blackwood: Married a woman who simply looked agreeable—just wanted a warm light on when he came back from base, no empty house. Never expected her to be this interesting She wants to take down a scumbag? He’s always hated that guy anyway—happy to give a shove She works as hard as any soldier under his command—might as well lend a hand Help here, help there… and he ends up helping himself right into love.

"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?"

"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him." Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her. But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale. For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares. When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken. Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged: ☽ That night wasn't an accident ☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift ☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim her Too bad she's done being owned. *** Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric. "You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine." A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you." "You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

The moment she opened her eyes, Beverly Caldwell found herself transmigrated into a period novel! And not just any character—she had become the doomed cannon fodder ex-girlfriend, the one who was swindled of her love and fortune by the male lead before meeting a tragic end in the countryside. Beverly smirked coldly: Sorry, not sorry. With her post-apocalyptic superpowers and a spatial dimension at her disposal, she wasn' t about to play along with this clichéd drama. Classmates trying to force her into marriage? Anonymous tip-off letter already in the mail! Relatives eyeing her family's wealth? One swift motion, and every last penny vanished into her space—leaving them with nothing but dust. Scumbag ex crawling back? She'd drain his bank accounts dry before skipping town! Packing her bags, she headed to the countryside to farm, heal, and search for her missing father. With her wood-based abilities, she revitalized barren fields and brought prosperity to the villagers—life was sweet! And oh, she just happened to pick up a stone-faced military officer along the way, who promptly spoiled her rotten, treating her like the most precious treasure in his life. When the original male lead came crawling back, begging for forgiveness? Her man tightened his military coat around her, shielding her behind him with a growl: "She's my wife now. Get lost—don't dirty her eyes."

"So," Ethan said, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. "Guess we're... family now." The way he said "family" made it sound like the last thing he wanted, and honestly, I didn't disagree. I forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as nervous as I felt. "Yeah. Small world, huh?" "Do you feel that?" he asked, his voice low and a little rough. His gaze bore into mine, and I swear, for a split second, there was something... different in his eyes. Something fierce and primal. "Feel what?" I asked, hating how breathless I sounded. "Like... a connection." I blinked, taken aback. I shook my head, trying to clear whatever haze had fallen over me, "Ethan, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but-" "It's not a game." He cut me off, his voice going even softer, almost like he was talking to himself. "It's... something else." He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, close enough that I could hear him growl as he inhaled me. Like, he literally growled. Then, just as I thought I had lost my mind, he whispered a word. "Mate."  *** Camila has always kept her head down and kept to herself. But that was before she discovered her new stepbrother was Ethan- the infuriating, untouchable heartthrob of her school. She's used to staying out of the spotlight, but Ethan's arrival flips her world upside down. Brooding and untamed, he's as tempting as he is off-limits. There's a rumor he's more than just a pretty face, that there's something wild hidden behind those intense eyes. Something dangerous. The more Camila tries to keep her distance, the more their worlds collide in ways she can't explain. With every stolen glance and forbidden touch, she's pulled closer to a secret that's as thrilling as it is terrifying. A secret that blurs the line between human and beast, love and fate. And once Camila learns the truth, she'll have to choose: keep her distance… or risk everything for a taste of the forbidden.

Scientific prodigy Isabella Hicks found herself transported back to the 1970s. Now she was an army wife who'd married in haste after a one-night stand with an officer—and was already carrying his child. The original host had refused to follow her husband to the military base, choosing instead to live with her elder brother and his wife, which had caused constant fights between the couple. Not wanting to burden her brother any longer, Isabella took the relocation notice and decided to make the journey to the military base, pregnant belly and all. ... Logan West was the most formidable and ruthless commander in the military district—decisive, sharp, and unyielding in his ways. Yet when it came to his wife, he was utterly at a loss. He knew she had been tricked into marrying him, that she resented him, and that sooner or later, she would ask for a divorce. After barely surviving a dangerous mission and returning to base, he received news that his wife was coming to see him. His heart pounded as he took in the sight of his delicate, beautiful wife. Swallowing hard, he forced out the words, "...I agree to the divorce." Only for his soft-spoken wife to raise her hand and slap him across the face. "I'm pregnant!" she snapped. Logan's head jerked up. "!!!" "Still feeling tough now?" she challenged. Eyes blazing with emotion, Logan pulled his sweet, fragile wife into a crushing embrace. "No divorce. Not even if hell freezes over!"