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.

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.

Sang Yian almost worked herself to death with overtime, but after being resuscitated, she quit her job promptly and opened a small supermarket. But her friends and relatives were skeptical, thinking it would surely fail. Sang Yian could care less, she didn't aim to earn a lot of money, just enough to satisfy her daily needs and avoid working late nights. Who would have guessed that her supermarket would become a haunt every midnight at 12pm, attracting customers from various dimensions, making her work late nights after all. [A young prince from ancient times who is being hunted down comes to the supermarket. His eyes go round as saucers at the sight of refined salt, sugar, notebooks, and pens. He immediately unfastens the jade pendant he carries with him to exchange.] [A tribal chief from a primitive society, looking at farming tools and seeds, promptly offers a ginseng as thick as a carrot.] [A woman surrounded by zombies at the end of the world sees the gleaming white rice and can't even walk away. She immediately brings out a sparkling huge diamond and empties the supermarket of all edible food.] [A True Monarch of the Cultivation World, bored to death, comes to the supermarket. Seeing a TV drama on the screen, he insists on using a Rejuvenation Pill as payment despite the supermarket owner's refusal.] [A young aristocratic master from the Star Alliance sees green vegetables that have been extinct for thousands of years at the supermarket, and is so excited that he throws his personal mech at the owner and runs off with the vegetables.] ... Sang Yian: "..." Not only did her little supermarket not fail, it thrived more and more, and all kinds of bizarre goods began to appear, with customers coming in an unending stream every day. The Life Door began to question life. All of each host it had experienced became multimillionaires through it, attained both fame and fortune, were surrounded by beautiful women, and reached the pinnacle of life. Only this one, by her own power, had brought China directly to the pinnacle of the world!

A feeble voice whispered in Queen Marsh's mind, and strange memories flooded her consciousness. She was bewildered. Was she no longer the almighty Queen Marsh of Ufrurg, but the pathetic Princess Zoe of Cruylia? Getting a new chance at life was rare, and she was determined to live a better life. Unhappy with her loveless marriage? Get a divorce! Siblings conspiring against her? Teach them a lesson they'll never forget! As she plotted her revenge and pursued her ambitions, a man she had never expected to see again begged her, "I can give you my life. Please don't leave me!"

A top-tier international agent transmigrates into an obscure, third-rate celebrity. Entertainment industry's notorious "poisonous weed," the washed-up star Nicole Murray, dubbed the "Flower of Vice," joins the survival reality show Desperate Escape, only to be mocked by the entire internet, with everyone eagerly awaiting her downfall. Once filming begins, a snake appears in the wild. Crew and audience: "Aaaaahhhh! Help!" Nicole Murray, eyes gleaming with delight: "Ah! Delicious!" A cute little squirrel hugs a nut. Other guests: "Aww, the squirrel is adorable!" Nicole Murray, eyeing the nuts: "Hand them over!" The squirrel's entire stash is promptly looted. Nicole Murray sets a trap and catches a wild rabbit, roasting it over a fire. A young heartthrob protests in outrage: "How could you eat bunny?!" Nicole Murray smirks coldly: "Back the hell off my rabbit, or I'll roast you into relics next." Nicole Murray slaps a water-soaked sanitary pad onto his forehead to cool him down. Guest X (before the show): "Who'll be the first to get eliminated? Definitely Nicole Murray." Guest X (after the show): "I'm starving to death, and Nicole Murray is out here feasting on skewers and singing like it's a damn party!" The crowd: ...What kind of script is Nicole Murray holding?! Director: I told you already—there is no script! Aaaargh! Before the show aired, viewers: Nicole Murray is a fake-faced plastic rose! Get her off the show! After the show aired: Director, can you give our Queen Nicole more screen time? Thanks. Nicole Murray: Men? They only slow down my blade.

In her past life, Renesmee Stanton was tricked by her stepmother and stepsister into surrendering a family heirloom before meeting a tragic end. After experiencing 49 worlds, she is reborn at the very moment the deception begins. Though the family treasure remains safe this time, she's left disfigured, widely slandered online, and burdened with massive breach-of-contract penalties. With no other choice, she turns to side gigs—starting with a reality show. Week 1: A part-time food delivery job accidentally leads her to crack a major serial home invasion case! Haters: "Pfft. Scripted." Police Department's Official Post: "Special thanks to concerned citizen Ms. Stanton for assisting in solving a high-profile serial murder case. Reward: 100,000!" Haters: "…??" Renesmee Stanton studies the abused girl before her and declares, "That woman isn't your real mother." Miserable Girl: "What?" Renesmee: "Your birth mother is an heiress, your father a high-ranking official. This 'mother' swapped you at birth so her own daughter could live in luxury." Haters: "Sure, sure. Totally scripted." The actual heiress mother promptly transfers a 10-million divination fee. Haters: "…????" Week Three: While working her side gig as a private chef, Renesmee Stanton diagnosed a serious illness in an award-winning actress's mother just by observing her complexion. Renesmee replied calmly, "It's true. Get her to the hospital now—there's still time to treat it." Worried but unconvinced, the actress reluctantly took her mother for tests—only to discover Renesmee was right. As time passed, fans began noticing that Renesmee kept revealing astonishing hidden talents. First, she aced the national college entrance exam with a perfect score. Then, she developed a fully autonomous super anti-missile system. Renesmee merely smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sorry, but these are just little side projects. My main career is still being a minor celebrity." The world collectively facepalmed: You call these 'side projects'?!

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

Everyone thought Astrid married up. What they didn't know-she was always the one out of his league. For two years, Astrid was the silent force behind the Ellsworth empire. She played the obedient wife, stayed out of the spotlight, and turned a crumbling corporation into a market leader-all while being treated like a disposable accessory. When her husband Kieran brought home his "true love" and asked for a divorce, she didn't cry. He thought she'd fall apart without him. Instead, she rose-faster, higher, and fiercer than anyone imagined. Now, world-class corporations fight for her signature. Top medical institutes beg for her guidance. Powerful men compete for her heart. And her ex? He's watching, helpless, as the woman he threw away becomes the one woman he can never reach again. Now he kneels, pleading for forgiveness. She doesn't even slow down.

[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!

A young boy from a humble bloodline, occasionally inherited from a world-shocking family. Once he woke up, he ascended to the Ninth Heaven. He cultivated the Nine Stars Divine Dragon Technique, condensing dragon vein, forming the Overlord Body. He competed with the prodigies of all the clans, overwhelming all fields, and shocking the Ninth Heaven.

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.

“No. Mabel, I cannot lose you again. Since you’re back now, there is no need for me to marry her and I have to make sure you stay by my side at all times. I never loved her. I was only using her to grow this company. The vice president position of this company is yet to be filled. If you’re be my woman again, I’ll give it to you. Together, we can run this company. Together, we’ll be inseparable.” These were the words Daphne heard clearly from her soon-to-be husband. She had been stood up at the bridal shop only to watch her fiancé cradling another woman in his arms and professing his undying love for her. Devastated but strong-willed, she chose to move on but having the formidable heir, Marco King all over her wasn’t on her bingo card. Like they say, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find herself trans inside a novel—right after her real body had been declared brain-dead. She was now the stepmother of five future villains, and her brand-new husband had died on the battlefield almost as soon as the wedding ended. The five kids who would one day implode into blackened, plot-derailing disasters were still pitiful little things: hungry, cold, homeless. A “Villain-Correction System” shackled itself to her. Mission: farm, raise the cubs, give them a warm childhood so they’d grow up straight and bright and never break the storyline again. Just when everything was running smoothly, the system informed her that a father figure was essential to the villains’ healthy growth curve. While Serena Whitmore stared at that problem in despair, a tall, lean, devastatingly handsome man showed up at the gate. “Wife, I’m their dad.” The guy who’d supposedly collected his death-coupon in chapter one was suddenly alive—turned loyal-dog-slash-big-bad-wolf whose only hobbies were spoiling his wife and competing with his own children for her attention. Shameless man: “That’s my wife. If you want one go find your own.” Little radish-tops: “That’s our mama!” Man: “Not blood-related—doesn’t count.” Reading Notes Main tag: farming + child-rearing; daily chores and firewood-oil-salt-rice. Will NOT turn into palace-or-harem intrigue! Not happening! ML type: traditional loyal foodie on the outside, sly fox inside; career goal = spoil wife. Note: 1v1 double-clean!! (Kids are NOT related by blood!)

Sophia Yeats believed her bond with her husband was unbreakable—until she discovered the marriage certificate she treasured was a forgery! Her husband had secretly been married to her mentor for five long years. She had been their shield, bearing the brunt of gossip as the "barren wife," even raising their child in ignorance. Furious, Sophia dialed a number and declared, "I am unmarried and childless. All inheritance belongs solely to me." Then, without hesitation, she walked away from the Whitaker family. After Sophia left, Ethan Whitaker assumed she had nowhere to turn, smugly waiting for her to come crawling back. But soon, he saw her again--this time in the headlines of a nationwide sensation. There she stood, commanding billions in assets, side by side with a powerful tycoon, bathed in admiration and envy. Ethan was consumed by regret. Desperate, he bombarded her with messages, pleading, "Sophia, I was wrong. Can we start over?" Yet before she could respond, the formidable man beside her stepped forward, his gaze icy and possessive. "My wife," he warned, his voice laced with dominance, "is not for anyone to covet."

Cast out overnight and mocked as a fraud, Emma fled to the countryside, only to uncover a world she never expected. Her grandmother, a hidden tycoon, commanded wealth beyond imagination, while her long-lost parents were revealed as national researchers. Before she could process it all, Edward—a ruthless figure from the capital—cornered her with an unyielding demand: "Marry me, and the world is yours." When her adoptive family crawled back, begging forgiveness, Emma’s icy glare was her only reply. "Leave."

[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.

[Beijing-elite crown prince × soft and sweet miracle doctor + foil couple + marriage-first-love-later + army-life daily] Lydia Chambers is the granddaughter of a once-exiled renowned physician. Raised by her grandfather, she mastered acupuncture so exquisitely it bordered on sorcery Yet the fiancé she cherished, Shaun Shepherd, secretly sneered at her as a “bumpkin ignoramus.” An engineer who fancied himself bound for greatness, he clung to a threadbare connection with the Pemberton family and let his nose climb ever higher. In front of a crowd Shaun Shepherd shredded their betrothal token and humiliated Lydia Chambers: “Lydia Chambers, a country girl who’s seen nothing of the world—how could you possibly be Mrs. Shaun Shepherd? I’m calling off this engagement. I’m aiming for real heights, not deadweight like you!” Onlookers buzzed, waiting for her to become a laughingstock: “Without Engineer Shen, a girl from a disgraced family can only marry some dirt-poor farmer.” No one expected Lydia Chambers to turn around and marry the man ten years her senior, the rumored ice-cold Jasper Pemberton, and follow him to the army to start a brand-new life. From that moment, Lydia Chambers and Shaun Shepherd became the sharpest contrast: Shaun Shepherd squeezed into a cramped, damp tube-building, pinching pennies over rice and oil, brows locked in worry; Lydia Chambers lived in a detached white villa on the military compound. Jasper Pemberton shed every ounce of his stern authority, sat beside her, and patiently peeled grapes: “Lydia, slow down. I’ll peel more if you want.” Shaun Shepherd begged everyone he knew, swallowing countless snubs, just to get a bicycle coupon; Lydia Chambers rode in a toasty jeep, treating the wives of high-ranking officers with her miraculous hands. She earned respect and so many gifts her arms ached. Outsiders whispered that Jasper Pemberton had married Lydia Chambers only to cure his old injuries; there was no true affection That rumor was shattered by Shaun Shepherd himself. One day, desperate, Shaun Shepherd tried to use his “Pemberton-family relative” card to ask Jasper Pemberton for a decent job He pushed open the door—and his jaw hit the floor. The man who before others was all iron authority and zero smiles had Lydia Chambers pinned against the door, foreheads touching: “Lydia, give your husband one more needle… cure lovesickness. When I can’t see you, everything hurts.” Lydia Chambers gave a coquettish push, eyes sparkling: “Stop cheating—acupuncture can’t cure lovesickness.” Jasper Pemberton simply pulled her into his arms, chin resting on her hair: “Then just hug me. That’ll do.” Shaun Shepherd froze, face full of question marks: ?? This was the frosty Uncle Pei he’d never dared approach The crown prince of Beijing’s elite, whom he’d tried so hard to court yet couldn’t even meet—actually pleading and clinging to Lydia Chambers like this? [Spoiler alert] The male lead Jasper Pemberton is ten years older than the female lead, the ultimate doting “daddy-type” husband, fiercely protective. He spoils the soft miracle doctor into a little army princess. The foil-couple satisfaction is maxed out; the scumbag ex is eaten alive by regret. No angst, only sugar and healing army-life fluff!

On the very day Emma Sullivan was welcomed back into her wealthy family, she inadvertently saved the life of Jonathan Hawthorne, the most feared tycoon in the capital. From that moment on, the untouchable business titan transformed into a walking vinegar factory— When a chaebol heir sent her flowers? He was shipped off to mine in Africa overnight! When a top celebrity confessed his love? The next day, Jonathan dragged her straight to the marriage registry! When the nation's heartthrob posted a dinner photo? The entire city received a warning: "Lay a finger on Emma Sullivan, and you're dead." The man calmly tossed out a paternity test. "Funny. So do I." The little boy clung to Jonathan's leg and chirped, "Mommy, this daddy is way hotter than all my godfathers!" Leaning down, Jonathan nipped at her earlobe, his voice a low growl. "You kept my son a secret for five years. How long do you plan to make me beg before you remarry me?"

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!

[Scumbag Burned at the Stake + Married First, Love Later + No Forgiveness] Aria Whitmore had been Mrs. Cedric Ashford for two years and walked away with nothing— except a marriage certificate Turns out, even that scrap of paper was fake She’d slaved to build his future while he treated her like a disposable tool Since he never treasured her, don’t blame her for taking everything back. Cedric Ashford always believed Aria was wrapped around his finger; once he wrung the last drop of use from her, he’d toss her a concubine’s title as charity The moment he thought victory was locked, word swept the capital: the bride in the city’s grandest wedding was—Aria Whitmore The long-lost sole heir the Marshal’s mansion had just welcomed home? Also Aria Whitmore. Only then did panic hit him; he scrambled to beg her to stay But Aria no longer cared. With power in her hands and gold in her coffers, why prop up a man who displeased her Besides, the husband she just married is drop-dead gorgeous—and fights tooth and nail to keep her.