The wealthy Sullivan family had no female descendants for three generations. Having a daughter became their only wish. Finally, a sweet little girl was born! Unfortunately, she was kidnapped at birth and lost for three years. After being found, the Sullivans decree: Spoil her! Spoil her to death! Her father says: "Family rule - daughters are treasures, sons are grass!" Her eldest brother, a CEO: "I'll buy this whole street for my sister." Second brother, a genius doctor: "Sorry, I don't treat people who bully my sister!" Third brother, a hacker: "Bully my sister and you'll never dare go online again." Fourth brother, a top actor: "Why did I take this show? My sister wanted to watch!" The fifth and sixth brothers also spoil Sophia endlessly. However, they discover their sister seems to have some metaphysical powers. In the first year after Sophia's return: The third brother's depression is cured! In the second year: A rival company mysteriously goes bankrupt. Years later: The Sullivans become the world's richest family! The brothers ask: "Sophia, do you have superpowers? Why do good things always happen to us?" Sophia, holding her milk bottle, tilts her little head and blinks innocently at her six brothers: "I don't have superpowers. I'm just the reincarnation of a four-leaf clover!

Serena Montgomery tried to leave Adrian Blackwood a thousand different ways First time—she slit her wrists, hard-hearted, but they brought her back Second time—she ran with his baby in her belly, but he dragged her home Third time—her rival gave her the ticket out… and there was no after That night she sobbed until her eyes were blood-red, voice cracking: “Adrian Blackwood, you never once believed I loved you.” The man went quiet for a beat, then crushed his cigarette dead and rasped, “Serena Montgomery… do you even have a heart?” He’s the one who keeps tangling them together, the one who won’t let go He loves her—fiercely, fearfully—and always has; from the first second to this last.

[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.

After three years of marriage, Natalie Weston still hadn't conceived. To provoke her husband, she put on a show and taunted him, "You're not up to par in bed—the experience is terrible. I'm trading you in for someone else!" The man narrowed his eyes. "Who?" "Someone with real stamina!" And so, the man proceeded to "demonstrate his abilities," giving her a whole new appreciation for his endurance. But before she could get pregnant, she was blindsided by divorce papers. He said coldly, "The mother of my child could be anyone." Heartbroken, Natalie left. Six years later, she made a grand return with a pair of adorable twins in tow—and the moment she stepped back into the spotlight, her hidden identities came crashing down: heir to the Divine Physicians' legacy, top-tier archaeology expert, genius gem appraiser, the true heiress to a billionaire fortune… She stunned the world! Meanwhile, the ruthless CEO who once claimed "anyone would do" was exposed—rumored to be infertile. But when she announced plans to remarry and take the children with her, the man finally snapped. Pinning her in a corner, his eyes red and voice hoarse with desperation, he whispered, "Ningning, I was wrong… The mother of my child can only be you."

Aria Thorne was born into a pack where she was treated like dirt beneath their paws. Born as a StillBlood - a wolf who could not shift, she was mocked, beaten, and branded "broken." Her only chance at escape? An arranged marriage to a fallen and crippled Alpha whose scars ran deeper than flesh. Lucien Vine was once a man of legend. A ruthless warrior. A king among Alphas. Now he’s a shadow of his former self, crippled and discarded by the very pack he had once led and bled for. Lucien saw nothing but another chain when the new alpha, his brother, forced him to mate with a StillBlood. He considered her as nothing more than one more curse. However, fate has a perverse sense of humor. Because the Broken Luna possesses a hidden ability that she is unaware of, and the only person who might be able to awaken it is the Crippled Alpha. Will they ruin one another? Or rise together and set the world on fire?

Kimhan, Kim, needs to produce an heir in order to rule over the empire that his father built from scratch, but since he can’t change what’s in his heart, he will need to change ways to produce an heir. So the only option left is to ask his best friend, Kanya, to become his surrogate. She’s the only one who had always understood him and accepted him for who he was. However, when Kanya’s younger brother Kit decides to follow her to the mafia household for her protection, Kim is instantly drawn to the boy at first sight. From the moment both of them laid eyes on each other, it’s the beginning of their endgame. But being a part of the criminal world is full of dangers. Is Kim willing to let Kit enter his world despite the fear that he could lose his life at any moment? Or will he let go of the only ray of light he has left in his dark, dark world.

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.

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…

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.

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.

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!)

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.

Amelia Reid had hidden her true identity while dating her boyfriend, the illegitimate son of a wealthy family, for five years. But when he was officially recognized by the family, his true colors emerged—he swiftly married a socialite and dumped Amelia. Only then did she realize he had been cheating on her for three years. Unrepentant, the scumbag continued to humiliate her. "You can't help secure my position, but she can. You're useless—she's different." "You're beautiful, and I still love you. If you're willing to be my secret mistress, we can still be together." Amelia slapped him hard. "Get lost!" After the breakup, Amelia turned around and hooked her arm around the scumbag's older brother. "Hey there, handsome. Wanna go out?" The man gripped her waist. "Little sister-in-law, was my worthless brother not enough for you?" When the scumbag saw Amelia with someone else, his eyes burned with jealousy—only then did he discover her countless hidden identities. She was the heir to the world's most powerful family. The richest person alive. A tech genius. A top-tier designer. The queen of finance… Regret consumed him. He fell to his knees, begging. "I'm divorced now. I can marry you!" But the most powerful man in the city stepped between them, shielding Amelia. "Try laying a finger on my wife—I dare you."

In her previous life, Serena Blackwood spent every waking moment fawning over her family—enduring, yielding, swallowing every grievance—just to hear four simple words on her fifteenth birthday: “Happy birthday.” That was all the system needed to extend her life; that was all she asked for a long, quiet existence. She gave them her heart, her lungs, her everything. They couldn’t even give her four syllables. The quest failed; she died in misery. Reborn in an instant, Serena Blackwood snapped awake and flipped the table on the spot. “Biased relatives? Get lost.” Once, she’d clung to the “family affection” meter to survive. Now she couldn’t care less. Every soul who wanders into her livestream is her family now. When the docile girl they used to ignore started streaming fortune-telling, the same relatives who once looked down on her poured in to watch the circus, waiting for her to make a fool of herself. Someone sneered, “A decent girl picking up cheap tricks—she’ll disgrace herself sooner or later.” Serena Blackwood’s eyes were ice, her voice reckless and wild. “I read fortunes with real skill, rack up popularity to keep breathing—who are you to judge?” The crowd came ready to roast her. Then prophecy after prophecy hit the mark; every divination proved dead-on. Big shots from every corner flooded in, fawning and protecting her—she became the collective baby of the internet. The family that once froze her out now clawed at their hearts in regret. The high-and-mighty male lead drowned in remorse and launched a marathon chase, only to find himself in a crematorium of his own making—no second chances, no way back.

After Laura Collins died, she unexpectedly bound herself to a fertility system. By traveling through various worlds and completing childbirth missions with handsome men, she could not only be revived— But also receive tempting rewards like unlimited lifespan, vast wealth, and extraordinary beauty. What she didn't know was that the man accompanying her through these worlds was, from beginning to end, always the same one. World 1: Loyal CEO vs. Sweet Fertile Wife In her past life, Laura Collins was constrained by fate—her parasitic parents teamed up with a scumbag and his mistress to ruin her, even dragging Stephen Yeabsley to his death for her sake. This time, awakened, she shielded the man she loved and went utterly berserk, crushing every last one of those bastards who wronged her! CEO Shen thought being childless was just fine—his wife wouldn't have to suffer the pains of childbirth. But little did he know, under his relentless pampering, two adorable little sprouts had already taken root in her belly. World 2: Barren General vs. Fertile Princess Demoted from wife to concubine by a scummy prince consort? Watch as she awakens, humiliates the trash couple until they're bawling for mercy, and marries the infamous, scarred—and supposedly barren—general. Genius babies pop out one after another World 3: Cold, Barren Emperor vs. Tender, Fertile Enchantress The aloof emperor, believed to be infertile, unexpectedly entangled himself with the wife of one of his subjects. Upon learning she carried his little sprout in her belly, his mask of indifference—shattered...

Strong male and female leads, dual-system dominance in the apocalypse. In the eighth year of the apocalypse, Charlotte Warren was tormented to death by her own family. Reborn before the catastrophe, she unexpectedly unlocks a storage dimension! Billions worth of supplies stockpiled! Rice, flour, meat, eggs, chocolate… hoarded to the brim! Sudden environmental collapse? Zombies running rampant? How about an indestructible fortress and an arsenal of weapons? Just when life seemed dull, Charlotte makes a startling discovery—her best friend can sprout plants from her hands, her cat breathes fire and slays with its claws, and her former subordinate's saliva heals wounds. Then one day, the young hunk she once saved returns—turns out he's the former CEO of an international energy conglomerate… and her fiancé?! Arriving in a zombie-drawn carriage, he kneels before her and declares: "Charlotte, marry me—I want to raise a family with you!" Charlotte trembles in disbelief… Since when did the Zombie King with a pocket dimension want to start a family with her?! What kind of madness is this?!

【Group Darling, Hidden Identities, Mind-Reading, Dual Powerhouses, Ridiculous Comedy】 After the big-shot Josephine Whitmore transmigrated into a cannon-fodder supporting female character, she unexpectedly gained the “crow’s beak” skill—whoever she cursed, bad luck followed. From then on, while keeping a low profile, she trampled scum and dropped her disguises, all while faking deep affection so she could kick her blackened, obsessive husband to the curb. Who knew the ultimate villain husband would suddenly unlock a cheat: mind-reading. He could hear every word in her head. Josephine Whitmore: “Darling, I love you like a mouse loves rice. Let’s not get divorced, okay?” Inner monologue: 【Scumbag, hurry up and divorce me—I’m waiting to split the assets and go party with hot guys!】 Villain husband: Heh. Want a divorce? Not a chance in hell.

(End of the World + Rebirth + Space + Hoarding + Pets + Slice of Life) Surviving the apocalypse is a test of the fittest. Typhoons, floods, extreme cold and heat, earthquakes, tsunamis, insect plagues, acid rain... Jiang Ning, who struggled to survive for three years in the apocalypse, only to meet an unfortunate end, was reborn three days before doomsday. She seized the opportunity to reclaim space and commenced a spree of crazy hoarding. Buy, buy, buy, hoard, hoard, hoard, and find the dog that saved her life in her previous existence. Sharpen her knives, stockpile her food, and one by one, deal with the jerks and bitches. Revenge is best served cold, as well as dutifully returning kindnesses. When the apocalyptic disasters arrive, she would grit her teeth, knife in her right, stroking her dog with her left, bravely riding the waves amidst the moral decay of this post-apocalyptic world!

Laura went from being a despised faux heiress, rejected by her foster parents, to the genuine heiress of the wealthiest family in town—overnight. Loved by her biological parents and pampered by her brother, she embarks on a life everyone envies. Does Laura want to attend school? She can choose any prestigious institution! Is she bored? She’s free to explore any company! Does she want to drive? She can pick any luxury car! Does she want to go shopping? She can spend freely with her black card! But wait—Laura is engaged? That’s not okay! Rumor has it that the domineering CEO, Alex Cargill, has a violent temper and is unpredictable. How could sweet little Laura be with such a bad guy? This marriage contract must be canceled! Alex: Who said that? Seize anyone trying to sabotage our marital relationship. Everyone: Mr. Cargill, weren’t we supposed to say you don’t have a violent demeanor? Some claim Laura is undeserving of her title—just all show and no substance. But then they discover that she’s the designer, the medical genius, the investment prodigy, and even Mrs. Cargill! Wait, she doesn’t want that title! Alex Cargill: This title is non-negotiable! Her ex-fiancé, who once tried to break off their engagement, now regrets his decision and pesters her daily. When Laura is bullied, Alex defends her fiercely, making those who wronged her apologize. Does Laura want to work? Alex offers her the choice of ten companies. Does she lack jewelry? Alex fills a room with treasures for her. Does she want haute couture? Alex delivers the latest designs from around the globe. Was Laura mocked for calling off her engagement? Alex steps in: I was the one who was dumped—stop spreading rumors!

Serena Jenner toiled her whole life, only to stumble upon a shattering truth on her deathbed the child she had raised with all her heart was her husband’s secret offspring with her best friend. She had merely been the cannon-fodder cash cow in a period drama, raising the white-lotus heroine’s brats and squeezed dry of every last drop of value. Reborn in a single heartbeat, she wakes up on her wedding night. The scumbag, as always, claims he has to leave and abandons her to an empty room. Serena lets out a cold laugh, sweeps every cent of the family fortune into her bags, and slips straight into the house of his childhood friend. Ethan Gallagher is a famously stone-faced officer hard-muscled, tight-lipped, and allergic to women. When he wakes to find a pampered capitalist heiress curled beside him, his face turns livid, every instinct rebelling. “I won’t take responsibility, and I’ll never fall for you. From now on, we live separate lives.” He resolves to keep his distance from this delicate flower who can’t lift a finger separate beds, separate paths, no crossing the line. Serena is stunned. In her last life, the scumbag died young; she staggered through storm-tossed years, and every time it was Ethan who silently shielded her. She had assumed it was for her late husband’s sake until years later, eyes red, he knelt and confessed he had loved her for more than twenty years. By the timeline, he’d fallen for her before her first marriage. Now that she was finally his, shouldn’t he be over the moon. Why the disgust, the refusal to share a bed. Later, the cold officer falls completely, his clinginess unmatched. Once standoffish, now he won’t leave the bed won’t even let her out of it and gifts her triplets in one go. Ethan is ordered to the front; years pass in wind and frost. When he finally returns, three jade-carved children block the doorway, eyes wary. In chorus, the triplets snarl, “Don’t you dare go near our mom! Who are you? Planning to be her sneaky lover?” The iron-blooded warrior Ethan: “…” His own sons can’t hit, can’t scold he can only swallow his pride and coax them into calling him Dad.