【1970s + Rural Setting + College Entrance Exam + Translation + Writing + Picture-Story Books + Building Wealth + Career Growth + Sweet Romance】 A prize-winning English translator, Josephine Sullivan, transmigrates into another body and wakes to find herself a poor country girl in a rural village in the 1970s, an era of scarce food and clothing. There are no cell phones or internet, a letter of introduction is required to travel, and everything must be bought with ration coupons. The family’s grain jar is nearly empty. Every meal consists of coarse grains and wild greens, and the clothes on her back are covered in layer upon layer of patches. Looking at the utter poverty before her, Josephine Sullivan falls silent. Other people transmigrate and coast to victory. But she? The first thing she has to do upon opening her eyes is figure out how to feed the whole family. Fortunately, the personal space she brought with her becomes her greatest trump card. Writing and submitting manuscripts—she has modern writing experience. Drawing picture-story books—her mind is filled with countless stories. Working as a translator—she is right in her professional wheelhouse. While others are still fretting over a single grain coupon, she has already begun saving her first nest egg through her own abilities. She keeps a low profile and never rushes into anything. She knows this era has its own storms, and she knows what can be done and what must not be touched. So she quietly builds up her resources while secretly laying the groundwork for the future. While others are still waiting to see whether the college entrance examination will be reinstated, she has already begun preparing in silence. When news arrives that the college entrance examination has been reinstated— the entire village erupts. But Josephine Sullivan simply picks up her pen and sets out once more on her own path. She will get into college. She will make it to Beijing. She will lead her entire family out of poverty for good. Most of all, in this era, she will carve out a place for herself with her own two hands! From an isolated mountain village to a return to school. From an obscure writer hunched over her manuscripts to a translator capable of standing on her own. From the whole family crammed together in the countryside, struggling through hard times, to putting down roots step by step in prosperous Beijing. She depends on no one. Nor does she rise to the top overnight. She simply relies on her own abilities to make life better and more prosperous, one small step at a time. As for romance? Josephine Sullivan says: “She hasn’t even figured out her career yet. Where would she find the time for a relationship?” But she doesn’t know that as she moves forward one step at a time, there is also a man who has always stood behind her. Steady and restrained, he never steals the spotlight. While she focuses on her career, he shields her from every storm. While she pursues her future, he silently walks the long road beside her. Until one day, Josephine Sullivan}finally stands beneath the sunlight in Beijing and looks back to see the man who has accompanied her every step of the way. Only then does she realize— that all the trials and tribulations along the way were never a journey she had to make alone. That man who came late into her life had long since planned a lifetime in which she would always be protected. Josephine Sullivan asks with a smile: “You waited for me all this time. Did you never think of finding someone else?” The man looks at her and falls silent for a moment. “I did.” “Then I realized that no one but you would do.” Only then does she understand. The best kind of love is not taking over someone else’s life. It is respecting her choices and accompanying her as they turn ordinary days into a prosperous life that belongs to them both.

On a freezing December afternoon, twenty-five weeks pregnant, Avery Collins walks into a dessert shop craving something sweet. Instead, she finds her husband, Adrian Blackwood—the cold, brilliant CEO of Blackwood Capital—sharing an intimate moment with another woman. In that instant, Avery finally understands. Some people can never be yours, no matter how long you've loved them. She had loved Adrian for eight years, long before he even knew her name. A one-night mistake, an unexpected pregnancy, and a marriage forced by family pressure turned her dream into a prison. While Avery gave everything to their marriage, Adrian believed she had trapped him. So she lets him go. After giving birth to their daughter, Avery makes the most heartbreaking decision of her life. Knowing she could never defeat the powerful Blackwood family in a custody battle, she leaves her daughter in Adrian's care and departs for Stanford University, carrying nothing but a photograph of her baby and asking her lawyer to handle the divorce. Five years later, Avery returns as a world-renowned financial journalist—beautiful, brilliant, and unrecognizable. Then her lawyer delivers shocking news. Adrian never signed the divorce papers. "He said if you want a divorce... you must ask him in person." Avery's answer is simple. "Then tell Mr. Blackwood... I'll see him in court." She believes that's the end of it. Until a little girl slips her tiny hand into Avery's. "Pretty lady... will you have dinner with me?" Avery looks up—and meets Adrian's unwavering gaze. "Mrs. Blackwood," he says quietly, "our divorce can wait." As the little girl whispers, "Please don't leave me again..." ...Avery realizes the one battle she thought she'd already won has only just begun.

Vera Holden, who had survived the apocalypse by living on a knife’s edge, opened her eyes to find herself transported into the 1960s, where she had become the family’s punching bag and a worthless cannon-fodder character. For eight hundred yuan, her heartless father and vicious stepmother cruelly sold her to the wounded, blind, paralyzed military officer Victor Ashford as a bride to bring him good luck. The original owner was so terrified that she ended her own life with a rope, but Vera Holden was overjoyed. Compared with the blood-soaked, precarious days of the apocalypse, here there was peace in the air and sunrises she could actually see. Poor? She carried a space stocked with supplies she had hoarded during the apocalypse, so she lacked nothing to eat, wear, or use. Her husband was paralyzed and blind? Her newly awakened healing ability was the best medicine of all. Her stepmother wanted to control her, and her own father wanted to exploit her? With Vera Holden's fists of steel, she tore into her awful relatives and whipped every last scoundrel into line. She carefully cared for the despondent disabled officer, treating his injuries little by little. Who could have guessed that the once cold, taciturn Victor Ashford would become utterly obsessed with spoiling his wife after recovering from his injuries? Outside the home, he was decisive and ruthless; once he returned, he cherished and protected her as if she were the most precious thing in his heart. In her previous life, she had been all alone, struggling to survive in the apocalypse. In this life, she had a battle-hardened husband backing her, warehouses full of supplies, and a fiery, thriving life spent putting arrogant enemies in their place and punishing scoundrels.

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!

Seraphine Voss was the sect leader of the number one cultivation sect in the immortal realm. She perished amid heavenly thunder tribulation, only to be reborn in the interstellar era. She woke up in the body of a disgraced, talentless young girl who had been exiled by her family and left penniless and destitute. Once a supreme grandmaster who spent gold like water and lived in ultimate luxury, Seraphine was utterly speechless at her current plight. She could not endure such miserable poverty any longer! To live a comfortable life again, Seraphine had no choice but to utilize her ancient immortal skills to make money in this new era. Refining weapons? Would you like a mech fierce enough to fight battles on its own? Pill crafting? Want medicinal pills that heal injuries far better than any medical healing pod? Talisman drawing? Need charms that shield you from harm and calm raging spiritual power? Before long, Seraphine took the entire interstellar world by storm.

For two years, Clara Walsh had cherished what she believed was her marriage certificate—until the day she went to officially register it, only to discover the document was a forgery. Furious, she sought out her husband, Richard Fraser, demanding answers. But before she could confront him, she overheard the truth: the man who had tenderly cared for her for six years had already been married—to her senior teacher—for five. Not only had Clara been used as a smokescreen for their affair, but Richard had also publicly branded her as infertile, forcing her to raise their love child as her own. Disgusted, Clara picked up the phone and called the lawyer who had recently contacted her about an inheritance. "Unmarried. No children. Every last penny—goes to me alone." With icy resolve, she walked out of the Fraser family home. Richard, smugly certain she had nowhere else to turn, waited for her to come crawling back. But then—headlines exploded across the nation. There, splashed across every news outlet, was Clara. Now draped in unimaginable wealth, she stood radiant under the spotlight beside a man who commanded the highest echelons of power. The world watched in awe as they exchanged vows, their union celebrated with envy and admiration from every corner of the globe.

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

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."

Nora Vance—a brilliant commander in her superiors' eyes, courageous and resourceful, capable of leading her team to flawless mission completion even in the most challenging environments; the anchor that steadied her comrades' hearts. After retiring due to injury, she entered the entertainment industry to fulfill her mother's dream. On a variety show, she met someone who understood her, cherished her, and made every moment together feel effortless. The distance from "my sister's friend" to "boyfriend" was just one show away. Sebastian Whitfield—a legendary actor of his generation. Through one variety show, he came to know someone special. The journey from "little sister" to beloved was complete.

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.

"From this moment henceforth, you mean nothing to me," he spat, his eyes bloodshot as he stared deep into my eyes. "I, Killian Dimitri, Alpha of Crescent Star pack, hereby reject you, Elena Salvador as my mate and future Luna," he affirmed, sending stabs of pain through my already torn heart, slicing it into a million tiny pieces. "As for the punishment for your crime, henceforth, you are no longer a member of this pack, and that means you can never show your face anywhere around here anymore," My whole life was shattered in a minute, the earth had opened up and for some reason, it kept dragging me down with it and no matter how hard I tried to stay afloat, nothing could stop me from drowning. Except for the tiny little life beating inside me, my hands unconsciously fell to my stomach because unknown to Alpha Killian, I was carrying his child. ** A week ago, Alpha killian had discovered that I was his mate after years of fruitless search, nothing had ever felt so right in my life. But then, doom came knocking on my door the night he was going to announce our union to everyone. That same night, a dreadful crime was executed with my name pinned on it.

He had once been the nation's sharpest blade. After a single, devastating war, grievously wounded, he chose to retire and reinvent himself as an ordinary college student, vanishing into the flower-bright city. Armed with ancient martial arts, he crushes corrupt power and vicious thugs—if you're wild, he's wilder.

Declan was a doctor, he sacrificed everything for his girlfriend, who ended up betraying him. He wanted revenge. He got a magical mask at this time, he put it on but didn't know the mask held the power that could stir up one's deepest desire, it gifted Declan a superpower--golden finger. Declan's brain was implanted with a full set of high medical skills. Since then, Declan was able to cure any wounds and scars, with one touch, he could stop one's bleeding, read all biodata from any person, and diagnose diseases without any medical equipment, and held the power to cure even cancer and leukaemia. But the power on his golden finger could run out if overused, he needed to recharge it, and the only way to regain power was women. And right now there were two women before him, one was his ex, another one was...

Modern elite Clara Whitfield accidentally transmigrates into a book, becoming the tragic cannon fodder with a miserable ending in a period novel. The original host was the pampered young lady of the prestigious Whitfield family, living in luxury. But disaster struck—the family was raided and sent down, plunging from cloud nine into the mud. To escape an arranged marriage, the sheltered and naive original host stubbornly insisted on marrying the man she adored. She thought she'd found true love and escaped calamity, never realizing she'd fallen into a deadly trap. The man she loved with all her heart harbored an unrequited love for another; his so-called devotion was nothing but lies. This marriage was a conspiracy against the Whitfield family from start to finish! The ignorant her became the pawn who personally delivered the knife that destroyed her own family, ultimately left with nothing in a tragic end. Clara Whitfield, who had transmigrated in, saw through all the truth and could only rub her forehead in exasperation, cursing the original host's stupidity. This cannon fodder script of being pushed around? She absolutely refused to accept it! From now on, fate would be controlled by herself! The original host's substantial family assets and beloved relatives—she would protect them all and take complete charge. As for that hypocritical scumbag? She sneered at him. Whoever wanted him could have him! After awakening to her portable space and spirit spring, massive wealth dazzled her eyes. Clara Whitfield decisively cleared out and pocketed all riches, full of confidence. She'd planned to lie low in the countryside through these years, quietly coasting through life waiting for the storm to pass before steadily building wealth. With her portable medical skills and spirit spring supplies, she would gradually establish herself in secret counterattack. But just as her easy life dream began—a tall, handsome soldier with cold demeanor suddenly appeared. He reached out to steady circle her in his arms, his voice steady and certain: "Wife, come join me at my post. From now on I'll protect you." Clara Whitfield was shocked on the spot and denied repeatedly: "Who's your wife? Don't make random claims!" The man calmly pulled out a bright red marriage certificate. His fingertip lightly tapped their names upon it—each word irrefutable: "It's you." This sudden binding marriage completely disrupted her plans for an easy life. From then on—the wealthy transmigrating young lady with extraordinary skills meets the doting iron-blooded military commander. Together they tear apart conspiracies one by one; heal illnesses while building fortune; receive affection from everyone around them—launching an overwhelmingly sweet thriving military camp counterattack life!

Caught her fiancé in bed with her stepsister? Charlotte Hayes didn't hesitate—she dumped the cheating scum on the spot… only to impulsively marry his uncle in a whirlwind romance. What started as a marriage of convenience quickly turned into something more when her new husband began ruthlessly crushing her enemies and spoiling her rotten. But the way he looked at her grew increasingly… intense. "Divorce!" Charlotte groaned, rubbing her aching back. "I can't take this anymore!" To which the shameless man merely smirked and pulled her closer. "Fine. You get everything—the fortune, the assets… and me." Rumored to be a cold, untouchable billionaire with a heart of ice, Alexander Fletcher was supposed to be immune to love. Yet after the wedding, he became utterly obsessed—clingy, possessive, and insatiably jealous. Now, Charlotte had a new problem on her hands: a husband who refused to let her go.

After seven years of marriage, Wesley Monroe remained as cold as ice, but Flora Walker always faced him with a smile. Because she loved him—deeply. And she believed that one day, she could melt his heart. But what she waited for wasn’t his love—it was his love at first sight for another woman. His endless devotion to her. Still, Flora clung desperately to their marriage. Until her birthday. She flew thousands of miles abroad to surprise him and their daughter—only to find he’d taken the little girl to be with that woman instead, leaving Flora alone in an empty hotel room. That night, her heart shattered completely. Watching the daughter she had raised with her own hands call another woman “Mom,” Flora no longer felt pain—only numbness. She drafted the divorce papers, gave up custody, and walked away without a backward glance. From that moment on, she ignored both father and daughter, waiting only for the divorce to be finalized. She buried the past and threw herself into her career. The woman everyone once looked down on rose to build a billion-dollar empire with her bare hands. But no matter how long she waited, the divorce papers never came. Instead, the man who once couldn’t stand to be near her started showing up more and more—clinging to her like a lifeline. And when he found out she wanted a divorce, the proud, aloof Wesley cornered her against the wall, his voice low and dangerous: “Divorce? Not a chance.”

Sexual compatibility mattered when choosing my husband. Love mattered more, so I chose Dean Harper. For four unforgettable hot years, he was my best friend, my true love, and my husband. Then, one day, I handed him divorce papers. When he asked me why, I buried the truth and smiled. "Because you're poor. I can't love a poor man forever." He didn't argue nor did he beg me and simply accepted my decision. I wanted him to make things right, but he didn't even try. Our divorce agreement had one final condition, one last night to have sex before we walked away from each other. The next morning, he disappeared, leaving behind a bank card... and enough money for me to "take care of the burden." He knew I was pregnant and put the decision on me. Four years later, Dean returned as a billionaire tycoon, and my new boss. He saw our son and kept digging to find out if that was his son, but I kept manipulating everything and lied to him for one solid reason. He was here for revenge but also confused me. He gave me priceless jewelry, shielded me from every danger, insisted on making me his girlfriend again, and shamelessly demanded that we should make babies. The strong burning pull between us was so strong I couldn't resist either time he touched me. If he hates me so much as he pretends, why does he still kiss me like I was his precious piece.

By a twist of fate, she became the dazzling Young Miss of the Miles family. When the real heiress showed up, she chose to stay, only to find herself entangled in a premeditated plot, resulting in dishonor and misery till the end. Given a second chance at life, when the real heiress showed up, she—the counterfeit heiress—left without hesitation. She tightly held on to what had been taken away from her in her previous life. Tearing down the wicked women and kicking away the bad men, she rose to the pinnacle. She thought she would have to fight alone, however, her real mother stepped in, "Who dares to bully my daughter, I'll fight them to the end!" Her brothers vowed, "Little sister, we've got your back!" Astor declared, "Whoever dares to bully my woman, is seeking death!" Wait a minute, when did she become his woman?

Elara Weston went to great lengths to please her three brothers, striving to do her utmost even for the slightest thing they casually mentioned. But all her wholehearted devotion was no match for her sister shedding a couple of tears. One accusation—“My sister bullied me”—completely exposed her true identity. It turned out that she was the fake heiress. Once their biological daughter returned, she, the adopted daughter, naturally became an outsider. Her fiancé publicly called off their engagement, her friends avoided her like the plague, and even her brothers turned cold toward her. “You’ve taken her place for so many years. It’s time you gave it back.” In the end, she was even thrown out of the Weston family home. “Go back to the countryside and find those farmer parents of yours!” Elara Weston stood at the Weston family’s gate and finally gave up on them completely. She left behind every single thing the Weston family had given her. From this day forward, she and the Weston family— were completely estranged. But no one expected that Elara Weston’s “farmer parents,” whom the Weston family had mocked, were not ordinary people at all. The day after Elara Weston returned to the countryside, one luxury car after another filled the entrance to the village. The family, the richest family in Country Y, had appeared. “We searched for our daughter for more than twenty years. She is our family’s only heiress.” When the news reached Capital City, the entire upper class erupted! The fake heiress who had been thrown out by the Weston family was actually the true billionaire heiress! What’s more, she didn’t just have the richest man in the world as her grandfather—she also had three top-tier brothers who doted on their little sister without limits! When her eldest brother, a powerful CEO, learned that his sister had been bullied, he ended an international conference on the spot. “The meeting is suspended. Book the earliest flight home. I want to see who dares lay a hand on my sister!” Her second brother, a world-renowned scientist, immediately stopped the experiment he was working on. “The research can wait. Bringing my sister home is more important.” Her third brother, a world-class musician, even dared to postpone his international tour. “The performance can be rescheduled. My sister has been wronged. I have to go back.” For a while, {{Capital City}} was in complete uproar. Those who had once looked down on Elara Weston began scrambling to curry favor with her. The friends who had once distanced themselves from her competed to show up at her door and apologize. The Weston family regretted it bitterly. The girl they had driven away—how could she possibly have been some fake heiress from the countryside? She was clearly the billionaire heiress they could never hope to win over! Even the fiancé who had called off their engagement without hesitation came back to her door, his eyes red with emotion. “Elara Weston, I know I was wrong. Give me one more chance.” But Elara Weston merely smiled faintly. She wanted nothing to do with his belated devotion. Nor did she care for their belated affection. Just as everyone was scrambling to win her favor again— Capital City, the head of the most powerful family, personally came to see her. The man was dressed in understated luxury, his presence cold and commanding, and he handed her a marriage certificate. “Their regret is their business.” “Marry me.” Elara Weston froze. The next second, a marriage certificate sent the entire Capital City into shock! Everyone went crazy. The billionaire heiress had only just reunited with her family, yet she had immediately married the man no one in Capital City dared offend? As the man looked at the girl whom everyone held in the palm of their hands, his gaze grew dark and profound. “My wife doesn’t need to please anyone.” “Including me.”