Billionaire tycoon Vivienne Goodwin, who had died from a fish bone stuck in her throat, opened her eyes to find herself transported to the 1970s—and her stepmother had already schemed to register her name for rural reeducation? The first thing she did was grab a broom and beat the hell out of her deadbeat father and stepmother, then promptly added her stepsister's name to the list as well, shipping her off to the Northwest for reeducation through labor. Before leaving, she sold the house, sold her job, reported her scumbag father in one smooth sequence, and conveniently stripped the house bare while she was at it. When her stepmother returned home to find the empty rooms, she collapsed on the spot. Ethan Mercer first laid eyes on Vivienne Goodwin during a visit to the countryside, where he spotted this girl riding on a human trafficker's back, her fists flying with devastating force. He froze for three seconds, his heart skipping a beat. The second time they met, Ethan Mercer blocked her path at the village entrance and cut straight to the chase: "Comrade, I'd like to court you." Vivienne Goodwin looked him up and down. "Who are you?" Ethan Mercer didn't flinch: "Ethan Mercer, twenty-six years old, unmarried, currently regimental commander of a certain department, no bad habits, full salary handed over." Vivienne Goodwin: "...You reciting a menu here?" When word reached the military compound, everyone learned that Ethan Mercer had found himself a village wife and waited eagerly for the punchline. Until one month later, when Ethan Mercer brought her to the compound and showed her photo to everyone he met: "Pretty, isn't she? My wife. Amazing, right? My wife."

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!

She was an exceptionally talented businesswoman, left orphaned by the death of her parents, who tragically died on the eve of her wedding due to a conspiracy. Reborn into a wealthy family, she made a powerful comeback, her ruthless and stunning demeanor shocking those who looked down on her. She swore to send her enemies to the depths of hell! He was a man of immense power and wealth, a formidable figure who navigated both the business and political worlds, making people tremble at the mere mention of his name. At their first meeting, she mistakenly wandered into the men's restroom, stripped him naked and kissed him forcefully, compensating him with only a 50-cent coin and refusing to admit her mistake. At their second encounter, the situation seemed all too familiar, but she couldn't escape as easily this time. Their third meeting was their engagement ceremony. She felt like her life was full of foreshadowing. She had only "bumped into" him twice in the restroom, yet she had attracted the attention of the most terrifying man, who turned out to be her fiancé, coming to "settle the score" with her.

She was the top-ranked pill master and poison doctor in the Tianying Continent. However, while making a breakthrough, she was conspired against and murdered by her fiancé and sister. When she opens her eyes again, she found herself a fool in the general's mansion, an object of ridicule across the imperial city, with an unreciprocated attachment to the crown prince. Born a fool? Under a pseudonym, she practiced medicine and helped countless people, earning the reputation of a living Bodhisattva among the people of the Jin kingdom. Incapable of cultivation? She was born with a heaven-defying physique and possessed countless pill recipes, any one of which would cause various powers to vie for it. A punching bag for all? Those who once bullied her are now six feet under. As for the crown prince... A certain bewitching regent: What's this thing called the crown prince? Dares to compete with me for a person?

Ella Blake spent over twenty years as the adopted daughter of the Landry family. Out of gratitude for the Blake family's kindness, she always obeyed their wishes, using her influence to propel them into the ranks of the elite in the capital, even sacrificing her own husband. But it wasn't until the moment of her death that she realized the Blake family was the true cause of her separation from her loved ones. Awakening and reborn on the day she married into the G estate, in this life, she decisively severed ties with the Blake family and married the man who loved her deeply in her past life. She healed his disabled legs and ensured that the Blake family paid for the suffering she endured in her previous life! After her rebirth, she embarked on a journey of shedding her hidden identities, punishing those who wronged her, doting on her husband, and seeking her true family. As her hidden identities are revealed, it turns out she is an extraordinary healer, the leader of a mysterious organization, and a legendary hacker… But who could tell her that her biological parents are the heads of a prominent family in the capital, and she has a powerful grandfather and seven fiercely protective uncles behind her… Oh my. Her hidden identities just skyrocketed +10086. Rumor has it that Lian's Seventh Master is bloodthirsty, indifferent to women, disabled, and has a short life expectancy. Yet one day, someone saw him, divine-like, holding an umbrella for a young woman, tilting it towards her, his broad shoulders drenched by the rain. He looked at her tenderly and indulgently, smiling gently. "I never believed in the fate of good or evil, but I'm grateful to heaven for showing mercy and bringing her back to me."

Female-oriented! Female-oriented! Female-oriented! [Face-slapping + Real vs. Fake Heiress + Original Plot + Livestream + Never Forgiving + Whole Family Crematorium + No CP] Evangeline Mercer (pronounced like Kylin) transmigrated into another version of herself in a parallel world. In that world, she was the true heiress of a wealthy family who had been switched at birth by a nanny. Her father didn't care, her mother didn't love her, and her brothers treated her with nothing but mockery and harshness—they only doted on the fake heiress! The fake heiress was a black-hearted lotus, skilled at acting and scheming. She not only turned the other Evangeline into the family's black sheep, but made her the disgrace of the entire wealthy circle, the entire nation! In the end, after the groom abandoned the wedding with the fake heiress in his arms, the other Evangeline leaped to her death in despair. Evangeline swore to avenge her other self. Just as she was plotting her revenge, the National Fortune descended. She, the fake heiress, and her parents and brothers who viewed her as a disgrace were all selected by the National Fortune. The National Fortune world was fraught with dangers—one careless move meant death. Fortunately, Evangeline awakened her golden finger: the Role-Playing System, allowing her to embody the god-tier character Kylin, the Little Brother. From then on, she crossed deserts, descended into glaciers, slew exotic beasts, and dismantled ancient mechanisms—there was nothing she couldn't do, nothing she couldn't master. The fake heiress and her family regretted everything, falling to their knees and begging her to save them, or they wouldn't survive the National Fortune world. Evangeline smiled faintly and kicked them away. Scram. She wouldn't save them—so what?

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.

[Military Marriage + Transmigration into a Book + Pocket Space + Face-Slapping Scum + Sweet Pampering with Adorable Kids] Josephine Sullivan—once dazzling and fearless—had died in her last life shielding others, fighting a gangster to mutual destruction. When she opened her eyes again, she had slipped into a period novel and become the notorious Shanghai capitalist heiress a cannon-fodder girl manipulated by her scumbag father, vicious stepmother, and scheming stepsister, ending in utter misery. The original owner had been blind and stupid, despising her fiancé—the taciturn, iron-willed officer Benedict Hawthorne—as crude and unromantic, desperate to break the engagement. After her stepsister’s instigation, she’d drugged Benedict in a muddled attempt to force him to call it off. Instead, she turned herself into the laughingstock of the city; the next morning Benedict annulled the match. Worse, her father sold her to a lecherous old man for cash. Ten years of torment later she died wretchedly, while her father and stepmother fled to Hong Kong with the Sullivan family’s century-old fortune, living in luxury. The instant Josephine transmigrated, she accidentally spent the night with Benedict, who had just returned from a mission. Looking at the tall, long-legged officer with chiseled features and explosive stamina, and recalling the original’s tragic end, Josephine’s eyes iced over: this life, no one would control her! When the scum trio tried again to provoke her and force her to break the engagement for money, Josephine struck back ruthlessly: she packed the three ingrates off to the Great Northwest for re-education, sneering as they left, “Since you love scheming so much, go reflect in the wilderness—taste what real displacement feels like!” With the pests gone, Josephine unexpectedly activated her personal space—stocked with ration tickets, supplies, money, and a spirit spring that nourished everything. Later, rumors spread that Benedict had been injured on a mission and would never father children. Josephine showed up at his door cradling three exquisite, jade-carved toddlers, eyes curved in a smile. “Sweethearts, say hello to Daddy!” Benedict stared at the three mini-mes in his arms, then at the radiant Josephine; the hardened soldier’s heart melted on the spot. From then on, the training ground took on a new look— Under the blazing Morrison, Benedict drilled the three little ones in standing at attention. The kids stood ramrod straight, tiny faces flushed, pouting and muttering: “Daddy’s so gentle with Mommy but so strict with us!” “Yeah! He’s scared Mommy will get mad and make him sleep in the study!” “Daddy’s lame—we’re not scared of Mommy at all!” Benedict’s face darkened. “Attention! No talking!” The three little soldiers snapped upright, pretending obedience while secretly making faces at each other. In their milk-soft hearts they grumbled: Daddy’s mean, we don’t like him—we love our gentle, awesome Mommy best!

In her last life, her vicious husband and venomous mother-in-law joined forces to bring her to a wretched death. For three whole days, no one came to claim her body. Three days later, Benedict Crawford—the heir rumored to be richer than nations—traveled thousands of miles to this remote border town. The breathtakingly handsome man, eyes blood-red, clutched her bones in a fierce embrace and buried her with a fortune in gold. Nora Bridges opened her eyes again to find herself seventeen once more. This time, she refuses to obey her backward parents and marry the scum who destroyed her last life. This time, when she meets that same striking, noble, and devoted man—Benedict Crawford—Nora Bridges has only one thought: she will marry him and give him children! And Mr. Crawford has a single life goal: to cherish and protect Nora Bridges forever.

Celebrity Chef Emily Reed suddenly found herself transported back to the 1970s, reborn as an overweight village girl whose reputation had been ruined by a scumbag's schemes. Even more absurdly, the moment she opened her eyes, she was forced into a compromising situation with a cold, aloof male intellectual sent to the countryside for re-education. The scumbag promptly called off their engagement, and the entire village clamored for her to take responsibility for the young man. Emily Reed: "No thanks, this isn't trouble—it's destiny and a golden opportunity rolled into one!" She thought she'd married an ordinary intellectual, but it turned out her husband was a powerful figure from the capital living undercover! Shedding his rugged disguise, he revealed himself as a high-ranking official and an utterly devoted, doting husband. "Sweetheart, earning money is exhausting—let me take care of you," he offered. Watching Emily thrive in both career and love, her scumbag ex-husband was green with regret: "I was wrong—please take me back!" Emily wrapped an arm around her influential husband and retorted with a smile, "Too late. My spatula is for cooking, not for scraping up trash!"

Amelia Bennett had just turned eighteen when her master kicked her out of the mountain, claiming it was time for her to "gain real-world experience." Little did she know, her first stop after descending would be the police station. One moment, the officers were lecturing her about common sense, and the next, they were questioning their entire worldview. Her second client turned out to be her long-lost older brother. She was already mentally preparing for another deadbeat trying to skip payment, only to be whisked away to the Bennett family mansion. Spotting the stunning but fake heiress, Amelia didn't hesitate. "Wow, sis, you're gorgeous! Can I hug you?" What could've been an explosive battle between the real and fake heiresses was effortlessly defused by Amelia. Even better, the beautiful older sister gave her the idea to start a live-streaming fortune-telling business. "Hey streamer, is my boyfriend cheating on me?" Amelia: "Not just cheating—he's also gay." "Streamer, is this Buddhist amulet I bought overseas legit?" Amelia: "Oh, it's legit alright—legit cursed." "Streamer, my sister's missing. Can you help find her?" Amelia: "Check the warehouse freezer. Oh, and by the way, she's literally perched on your shoulder right now." Just as Amelia's streaming career was taking off, she and her gorgeous sister were invited to a variety show. But to her fury, some people actually dared to bully her sister! To the popular idol who kept flaunting his "single" persona: "You playboy! Stay the hell away from my sister!" To the scheming woman who kept causing trouble: "Homewrecker! And you've got a secret love child too!" To the persistent model junior who wouldn't stop pestering her sister: "Back off, or your sugar mommy's gonna be pissed!"

[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.

As a man with severe social anxiety, He had only just crossed over to this parallel world when his stepmother dragged him off on a blind date. Little did he expect that one misstep would plunge him straight into a whirlwind "flash marriage"! His plan was to maintain a purely "fake marriage" with his new wife—no strings attached, no disturbances. But she turned out to be unbelievably clingy, mysteriously absent during the day, yet impossibly tender and affectionate every night... Everything changed the day his novel was picked up by a film company for a TV adaptation. While casually flipping through the materials for the female lead, his entire world was turned upside down. "Is this a joke?! The biggest superstar sweeping across Asia… is actually my little wife who cuddles on the sofa every day begging for hugs?!"

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!

Sophia Hadaway found herself transmigrated into a trashy romance novel, becoming the spoiled, unruly young wife of a disabled business tycoon. The original character was a petulant, domineering socialite who even had affairs behind her husband's back. On the very day Sophia arrived, the former host of her body made headlines. Her tycoon husband finally agreed to divorce her. Sophia quickly backpedaled: "Honey, I love you. Asking for a divorce was just a moment of madness!" The man in the wheelchair fixed her with a deep, inscrutable gaze. "You've had many moments of madness." No, no—from now on, she was turning over a new leaf. Even the worst sinners could redeem themselves, right? But gradually, her husband started acting… different. He'd pull her into his arms without warning, kiss her out of nowhere. Huh? Wasn't he supposed to be indifferent to love, treating her like nothing more than a trophy wife? Sophia blinked in confusion. "Something feels off here." The tycoon tugged her closer, his thumb brushing over her lower lip as his voice turned rough. "What exactly feels off?"

Rowena Ashford spent ten years mastering martial arts, slaughtered her scumbag father, avenged her mother's death, and reclaimed the family heirloom celestial pearl. At the brink of death during the final battle, her mother sacrificed her own life to give Rowena her only chance at rebirth. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated straight into the 1970s, possessing the body of a pitiful cannon fodder character. The original owner had divorced parents, all close family scattered to the winds, utterly alone with no support. A swarm of toxic relatives descended like vultures to drain her dry—scheming for family property, pressing their advantage step by step, even plotting to eliminate her completely. Her snobbish fiancé, seeing her family ruined, rushed to break off the engagement with maximum humiliation. Facing this disastrous starting hand, Rowena smiled. Breaking the engagement? She couldn't ask for anything better! Whoever wanted that trash man could have him. She promptly tore apart the rotten people and their rotten schemes, then turned around and married the powerful eldest brother of his family—becoming her ex-fiancé's sister-in-law in one move. Ancient and modern souls perfectly merged, stacking top-tier buffs to the max! For brains, she possessed both ancient and modern strategic brilliance—perceptive, precise in every step, all sinister plots mere child's play before her. For verbal combat, she could dismantle toxic elders and tear apart shrewish gossipers alike, her sharp tongue and overwhelming presence securing her position as the most feared person in the City. For combat prowess, ten years of top-tier martial arts foundation—flying over eaves, close-quarters lethal strikes, her power gauge maxed out, specializing in handling all provocations and challenges. For background, her grandfather had already laid the groundwork for rehabilitation, with official backing and solid foundations, ensuring she could weather any storm with a powerful patron behind her. For her husband, the man she chose was the cream of the military-political elite family, a special operations killing machine—young, powerful, with limitless prospects, the ultimate big shot others couldn't hope to reach. The whole city watched with schadenfreude, secretly pitying her: What a pity, all that sharp brilliance, yet she married an officer diagnosed with permanent infertility, destined to die childless. Rowena, upon learning the truth, secretly rejoiced! Perfect! She feared the pain of childbirth most, and couldn't be bothered raising children—spending their whole lives as just the two of them was practically a match made in heaven! The couple kindly adopted the orphaned children of fallen comrades, believing they would live out their days in peace. Who could have predicted fate's sudden reversal—the supposedly infertile officer's body suddenly went into overdrive! First pregnancy delivered, dragon-phoenix twins bringing double joy! Before the couple could catch their breath, second pregnancy arrived promptly, adding another son! The iron-blooded big shot once condemned to lifelong childlessness directly reversed his fate to welcome three sons and one daughter!

【Slender-waisted, soft-bodied, sweetly seductive Film Empress × abstinent, steel-hard Special-Ops Captain. Sugar-dusted romance, both virgins, secret identities, pampered by the whole world.】 BREAKING! Fake heiress Iris Whitmore reportedly kidnapped and killed! Condolences! Reality: Captain Kingsley snatched her from the jaws of death. From that moment on, the entertainment world gained a breathtaking, all-skills-unlocked national goddess Iris Whitmore. Five years later, Iris Whitmore clings to the ice-cold Captain Kingsley, unleashing her waist-hooking tricks, tempting him day after day. Who knew the captain was immune to women? He punished her ruthlessly and warned: “I already have a girlfriend.” Realizing she can’t move him, Iris Whitworth gives up and lectures herself: “Girl, you’re the unrivaled beauty of showbiz—money, power, suitors circling the globe… I don’t need him.” Suddenly, the hot search explodes again: BREAKING! Young Master Caldwell proposes to Film Empress Whitmore! Just as everyone thinks wedding bells are ringing, paparazzi catch the empress slim waist locked in a camo-clad man’s arm, boarding a helicopter in broad daylight. He pins her against the glass and kisses her senseless. One night later, Captain Kingsley narrows his dangerous phoenix eyes and orders: “You think you can tease me then marry someone else? Dream on!” From that day forward, the captain sticks to Iris Whitmore’s waist like glue and ends up bending his own for her. “Be good, baby, don’t run. My waist is yours to play with.” Captain Kingsley: I fell for you the moment you started chasing me five years ago love carved into my bones, impossible to uproot.

The night Iris Whitmore was brought back to the wealthy family, the fake heiress set her up, and by a twist of fate she ended up in bed with the crown prince of the Capital City’s elite, Harrison Blackwell. Her biological parents favored the impostor and forced Iris to marry into the Blackwell Clan to keep a living widow’s vigil— “Anyway, he’ll be dead soon; in three months you’ll be free.” On their wedding night, the terminally ill Mr. Blackwell handed her his will: “When I die, everything I own is yours.” Looking at the man who had died for her in her past life, Iris silently pulled out a silver needle: “Husband, we have all the time in the world…” Later— The fake heiress mocked her for being a widow? Harrison strode into the banquet, fit as a fiddle, and slapped every sneer off their faces! Her family sneered at her as uncouth? Her hidden identities dropped one after another, stunning the whole capital! When her biased parents knelt begging forgiveness, Harrison locked the bedroom door: “Too late. My wife’s pregnant; no visitors.” Mini-theater: “Didn’t we agree on a divorce in three months?” He shredded the will and caressed her baby bump: “Darling, I’ve still got five hundred good years left…”

Five years ago, a one-night stand shrouded in mystery. Five years later, the moment he saw the photo of the adorable boy-and-girl twins who looked exactly like him, Vincent Carrington’s heart melted into a puddle. “Fifty million. The kids are mine; the money is yours.” The man’s voice was domineering and absolute. The sweet, dazed little girl: “Isn’t Daddy earning money so Mommy and us can spend it?” The cunning little boy: “Besides, all of Daddy’s future assets will be ours anyway.” Cecilia Cripps: Well played! Vincent Carrington: …

To adopt her nephew and secure his household registration, Evelyn Collins, heir to a renowned medical legacy, decides to enter a whirlwind marriage with her patient's younger brother. Little did she expect him to slap a prenuptial agreement in her face—live separately after marriage, with a six-month trial period! Evelyn Collins: "…Perfect!" Evelyn Collins always assumed this marriage wouldn't last, planning to divorce as soon as the paperwork was settled. But to her surprise, her husband refuses to be just a tool, suddenly turning clingy—kissing, hugging, and spoiling her rotten! Once he gets a taste, he becomes even more insatiable! Watching the man who's always stood by her, she knows his identity isn't simple. But no matter how much she speculates, she figures he's just a small-time CEO at best. Little does she know, he's prepared a massive surprise shock for her—proving through actions that her husband isn't just handsome, strong, and loaded… but worth billions! Before marriage, Alonso Moore, sold out by his sister: "Hmph, you scheming woman, just wait till I expose your true colors!" After marriage, Alonso Moore, grateful for his sister's sharp eye: "My wife's medical skills are amazing! Her cooking is divine! Watching her beat people up is thrilling! And helping her clean up the mess? Absolutely my duty!"