CEO Clara Bates transmigrates into a novel and becomes the cannon-fodder sister-in-law used as a foil for the male and female leads! The original owner was timid, bullied, and locked up in a psychiatric ward? With a new soul inside, Clara Bates starts wrecking everyone on the spot! First—split the family! Snatch everything from the mother-in-law and sister-in-law, driving the ungrateful wolves insane! Then she clings tight to her officer husband for backup and builds a booming career— At first the officer husband stays cool and unruffled—until Clara Bates decides money is all she wants and she doesn’t need a husband. He loses it completely, corners her, and demands, “Take both—me and your career, all right?”

One day, an impossibly handsome man suddenly appeared before Ava Hayes. "Actually, you're the true heiress of a wealthy family in the capital. Someone will come for you soon. And I—am your fiancé." That very night, an assassin smashed through her window— Only for her to turn the tables and turn him into fertilizer for her plants. "Seems someone doesn't want the real heiress to return? Well, I'm going anyway." Back at the Hayes family mansion, her birth parents doted over their adopted daughter with tender concern, while her older brother shot her a condescending glare. Ava promptly tore up the recognition agreement. "Fine. Then this family fortune—I'll let someone else inherit it." Turning on her heel, she linked arms with the uncle and aunt who had come for her. "Uncle, Auntie—are you in need of a daughter?" And when her brother's company teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, she pulled up in a top-tier supercar outside the acquisition meeting, smirking at the man in the wheelchair: "Fiancé, tell me—would the Hayes Corporation make a fitting engagement gift?" The man yanked her into his arms, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he murmured: "It would. But my dowry is half the capital city—when are you coming to… inspect the goods?"

Jade Sinclair didn’t learn the truth until her dying breath: the husband who hadn single night in eight years had long since built a love nest with his first flame The mother-in-law she’d served like a slave—paralyzed, demanding, never grateful—the wheezing father-in-law who emptied bottle after bottle of pills, and the drama-queen sister-in-law were all chains the Foster family forged to keep her tethered Even the university place she’d scraped every cent to buy had been handed by that scumbag straight to his white-moonlight sweetheart And the boy and girl she’d loved as her own for eight long years? The darling children she’d rocked through fevers and homework? Their real parents were those two cheating dogs When she opened her eyes again, she was back at square one—so… “Sent-down youth? Sis isn’t going to any stinking village, not in this lifetime!” “Marry that trash? I’d rather marry an actual dog.” “Wait on his family hand and foot? They can do whatever the hell they want; this lady is done serving!” This time, whoever crossed her would watch her flip the board and bury them with it As for marriage… the army officer next door in the military compound looked promising. In her last life he’d died young on a mission, leaving a fat pension and two solid rooms Marry him, shut the gossips up, become a wealthy widow with a house—match made in heaven So Jade marked the calendar, waiting for widowhood. Three years rolled by… then another three. Not only did the man refuse to die, he kept climbing—now a full-bird officer One night he pinned her to the mattress, laughter hot against her ear: “Wife… how about I ‘sacrifice’ myself right here in this bed?”

Clara Monroe, the top agent of the 21st-century Special Operations Unit and the only quadruple-powered psychic, dies in action—only to wake up as the disgraced "useless fourth daughter" of a low-ranking noble family in a third-rate kingdom of a lesser realm. A worthless constitution? Try the legendary Demon Spirit Physique. Rare elixirs and divine artifacts? She's got them in spades, defying fate and soaring to the top. Her motto: "Those who obey thrive; those who defy perish." From trash to genius, her cultivation advances by leaps and bounds. With a pocket dimension at her command, the world is hers for the taking—celestial treasures, divine beasts, and monstrous horrors all bow before her. He is wicked, ruthless, and devastatingly alluring—yet hopelessly smitten with this ice-cold little wildcat. "Stay away. We're not close," she snaps, shooting him a glare laced with disdain.

Rumor has it that the lost daughter of the Turner family has returned? And she came back on her own? This shocking news has left the major wealthy families in utter disbelief. Everyone initially assumed that this girl, who came back from who-knows-where, must be a country bumpkin who knows absolutely nothing! A country bumpkin? Sophia Turner raised an eyebrow and casually revealed her slew of identities. What?! The world's top fashion designer? The world's leading hacker? The youngest scientist in the world? A professor at one of the world's most prestigious universities? The CEO of Dawn Corporation, one of the top fifty companies in the world? And the most outrageous revelation of all—she's actually Damian Moore's wife? The crowd clutched their chests, feeling as if their little hearts couldn't take it anymore! Their hearts ached terribly, and they needed emergency medical attention—they might not survive this shock!

The moment she opened her eyes, Natalie Rowan found herself transported from the apocalyptic world where humanity had perished straight into the 1960s. Though it was an era of scarcity—where hunger gnawed and warmth was a luxury—she no longer felt alone. Her wood-element powers and spiritual spring space had followed her through time, leaving her absolutely thrilled. Her stepmother schemed, her stepsister was vicious—breaking the original host's leg and signing her up for rural labor—all to steal her narcissistic, arrogant fiancé? Natalie smirked coldly. Rural labor? Fine, they'd all go together. She'd make sure her step-siblings were shipped off to the harsh Northwest. A broken leg? With her wood-element abilities, she healed it in minutes, then emptied the family home of every last valuable, leaving her scoundrel father and stepmother howling in rage. Breaking off the engagement? Perfect. She'd trade the marriage for a hefty payout, ditch the self-absorbed jerk, and call it a win. After turning the household upside down, she packed up the last of their valuables—even the cast-iron pots—and headed to the countryside with flair. While others struggled, she feasted. While others suffered, she thrived. Riding the wave of the times straight to the top, she discovered her two brothers vying to spoil her—turns out, she was the long-lost heiress. And then there was that stoic military officer, relentlessly pursuing her—tall, devastatingly handsome, handing over his salary, doing all the housework, utterly smitten. Natalie: "Fine, let's give love a try." But then her arrogant ex-fiancé came crawling back, begging through tears: "Don't call off the engagement, please—I'll be your loyal lapdog." Natalie: "Tch. Not interested."

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."

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.

Betrayal was the fire that burned her. Revenge would be the ice that rebuilt her. For eight years, Sophia Woods stood by Lucas Bennett’s side, fighting his battles, sacrificing everything for his success—only to be cast aside for her stepsister, Rose. Broken but not defeated, Sophia swore one thing: she would never be weak again. Then, Alexander Lancaster entered her life. The cold and enigmatic heir to the Lancaster Financial Group, Alexander was a man of calculated power, ruthless ambition, and an obsession he made no effort to hide. "I don’t play games unless I intend to win," he told her. "And Sophia, I want you." He saw the fire beneath her ice, the brilliance behind her scars. He didn’t want to rescue her—he wanted to stand beside her. And in a world where power ruled and betrayal lurked in every shadow, Sophia had no choice but to make a deal with the devil. With Alexander at her side, she would take back everything stolen from her. But she never expected a simple partnership to turn into something dangerously intoxicating. Two cold hearts. One ruthless game. And in the end, only one question remained— Would love be her greatest revenge? Or her final downfall?

In her last life, Chloe Morrison had been so dazzled by a scumbag educated-youth that she’d turned into a hopeless love-struck fool. She handed him her university slot, her grain coupons, her meat rations, her grandma’s heirloom jade pendant—even snatched her little nephew’s candy to coax him. The moment the scumbag returned to the city, he vanished without a trace, and she became the laughingstock of the whole village. Just then, officer Isaac Hartwell came home on leave and asked for her hand. She married him, but her heart was full of disdain—for his roughness, his blunt manners, his utter lack of romance—and she despised him for five long years. Then came the landslide. The coarse man she’d spent half her life despising shielded her with his own body and was swallowed whole. For the decades that followed, remorse and agony gnawed at her; on her deathbed she had only one thought: If there is a next life, I will give everything to love him properly. Reborn in an instant, Chloe Morrison’s eyes brimmed with tears and not a shred of confusion remained. She grabbed a butcher’s cleaver, snatched the jade pendant back from the scumbag on the spot, and—surprise—the pendant’s hidden space awakened. With one kick she sent the heartless man flying, then spun around and threw herself at the rugged officer Isaac Hartwell, marrying him without hesitation, packing her bags to follow him to the army base. When the news reached the compound, it exploded like a bomb: “Did you hear? Captain Hartwell married the butcher’s daughter—built like an ox and fierce as hell!” But the very next day, when Isaac Hartwell strode in with fair, delicate, soft-as-cotton Chloe Morrison on his back, every jaw hit the ground. This wasn’t some terrifying butcher’s daughter—she was a fragile little beauty who looked like she’d shatter at a touch. The crowd’s contempt had barely formed when, two days later, they watched Chloe Morrison dash across the compound, butcher’s cleaver in hand, ready to defend her husband—whereupon the entire yard quivered in fear. “She’s faking it! All an act!” Yet Isaac Hartwell wore a dead-serious, wife-protecting expression and declared to one and all: “My wife is delicate, frail, and utterly helpless—none of you are allowed to bully her.” Compound residents: …We’d sooner believe the devil himself.

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.

Ye Wushuang, the young master of a downtrodden family, was falsely accused of having ill intentions towards his younger aunt on the night of his wedding. His hand and foot bones were broken, his meridians were destroyed, and his mother and sister suffered endless humiliation. On the brink of death permeated with resentment, he merges with the memories of his past life as a Heavenly Emperor and fully awakens. Good or evil, everyone will receive their dues in the end - only the timing is in dispute. The shame of today will be avenged in the future! His enemies of the past now sit securely at the peak of the heavenly realm. His former disciple as well, has become a peerless powerhouse. His past love, still longs for his return. Who dares to claim supremacy in the eternal interweavings of past and present, if not for me? Witness as Ye Wushuang, in this life, with only himself and his sword, climbs back to the pinnacle! Slaying three thousand gods, exterminating demons in every direction, dominating all realms, to become the eternal king of all ages!

Emily Foster had been cold-shouldered and abused under her own roof—until Mrs. Foster dropped the bomb: she was the swapped fake heiress, and the real one was coming home. Instead of tears, Emily Foster felt a weight slide off her shoulders: this train-wreck of a family? She'd been dying to quit it. The moment her past-life memories and pocket-dimension cheat awakened, she swept every last valuable out of the Foster house—jewelry, deeds, antique vases, gone—leaving only junk behind. One anonymous tip-off letter later, she slung her knapsack, sauntered off to the countryside, and let the Fosters choke on the mess. She'd planned to treat the village stint as a brief layover—then ran straight into her biological kin. Expecting hardship, she was pampered like a priceless pearl instead; instant group-pet mode activated. On a mission nearby, officer Alexander Andrews took one look and was a goner: A dimpled, soft-looking beauty who could out-arm-wrestle the squad and out-sass his commander— the contrast detonated his heartbeat. First glance: hooked. Second glance: sunk. Third glance: already drafting battle plans to carry her home. Alexander Andrews: "You can kidnap me, or I can kidnap you—my whole pack's ready to help either way!"

Pediatrician Clara Whitman accidentally time-slips to the late seventies. The moment she opens her eyes, she discovers she's been sold at a high price by her heartless uncle's family to be the wife of a village idiot. Meanwhile, their own daughter—Lila Whitman—has stolen her marriage certificate and is living the good life as the bride of a powerful military dynasty. Reborn with full memory of the plot, Clara Whitman tears up the script—she's done playing along! A handful of croton seeds later, her uncle's household is writhing on the latrine; she bolts from the village and heads straight for Beijing to reclaim the engagement herself. But nothing goes as planned: the groom-to-be rejects her on the spot. In a twist of fate she ends up marrying the man's elder brother—nine years her senior, the unattainable "high-altitude flower" William Hayes. Legend says Colonel Hayes has no interest in women and is doomed to leave no heir; yet every night Clara Whitman is coaxed until she sobs and begs for mercy, and after the wedding every pregnancy comes in multiples. When the man seduces her again with "just one more time," Clara Whitman wants to cry: Who said he didn't like women? Total lie! William Hayes, the youngest and most brilliant officer in the regiment, is steady, handsome, his future limitless. Rumor claims he cares for no woman, having pledged his youth to the nation—breaking countless girls' hearts. Then one day word spreads: the colonel has taken leave to honor a seventeen-year-old engagement and married a country girl. Everyone laments: that bumpkin is wasting Chief Hayes! Until the day the cold-faced "King of Hell" William Hayes walks in with a stunning, dewy-eyed lady doctor on his arm—and the room falls silent. "That's no bumpkin!" the crowd gasps. "She's a straight-up goddess!"

After catching her husband and best friend in bed together, Victoria Lee was brutally murdered—her life cut short while carrying their unborn child, her eyes wide with unfulfilled vengeance! Given a second chance, she wakes up on the day before her engagement. This time, she locks away her foolish infatuation and vows to make them pay—every last one of them. Her first move? Seduce the infamous Mr. Harlow, the untouchable tycoon of the capital's elite circles, rumored to be… incapable. A powerful ally is exactly what she needs. A signed contract later, she becomes the ex-fiancé's new auntie by marriage. But after the wedding, faced with an insatiable Mr. Harlow who demands his marital rights every night, Victoria trembles on their king-sized bed, legs weak, questioning everything. "You… weren't you supposed to be *impotent?" Mr. Harlow chuckles darkly, pulling her into his arms. His lips brush against hers, soft as rose petals, as he murmurs, "Be good. Let your husband prove it to you one more time." And prove it he does—repeatedly. Long ago, Mr. Harlow, the formidable business magnate of the capital, attended a university performance. A young woman, her hair elegantly coiled, neck long and graceful, twirled on stage—her skirt swaying like a noble swan in flight. He never imagined that the woman who haunted his dreams would one day throw herself into his arms. The most dangerous hunters always disguise themselves as prey.

[Face-Slapping Power Fantasy + OP Female Lead + Mystic Arts + Adorable Beasties + Non-Stop Gags + Whole-Family Fave] She was supposed to be the darling of a cliché-rich Mary Sue script, yet a single car crash left Rosalind Blackwood in a vegetative state No one knew she’d actually transmigrated—cultivated all the way to immortality—and then transmigrated back. Hold up! Her family’s gone bankrupt Her second brother mistook some random girl for his “white moonlight” because of a bracelet and turned into her pathetic simp Her third brother got bullied at school and ended up crippled Her fourth sister is actually the real heiress who was swapped at birth And her own life had become someone else’s stepping-stone, trodden on for clout Turns out the whole clan were scripted villains, pure cannon fodder—an entire audience waiting to laugh at their downfall. Rosalind Blackwood: …Hah. Jokes on you; I’m here to deliver shock therapy instead. Face-reading, fortune-telling, demon-busting, talisman-painting, pill-refining—she unveils her skill set one by one. Big shots from every field crawl to her door begging for a single divination or one measly pill. Even the grand masters of the Esoteric Sect call her “Senior.” The ones who once abandoned her now sob and kneel for forgiveness—but before Rosalind can open her mouth, a crowd of heavy weights already boots them out. Get in line if you wanna beg! Soon after, ruins of an ancient sect surface; Rosalind takes one look—the plaque above the gate is unmistakably hers. Could this be her cultivation world centuries later? Then…her master, her disciples—and that certain pain-in-the-neck guy—could they all be here too?

This story revolves around Jasmine, who wakes up in a hotel room, trying to recall what happened to her. After drinking at her birthday party organized by her stepsister Mira the night before, she remembers nothing. Finding herself beside a stranger in the morning, she realizes she's been a victim of a conspiracy. Returning home, her father Robin shames her and accuses her of betrayal, while Mira, with an innocent face, tries to defame her further. Mira’s deceit and jealousy are exposed when she confesses to setting Jasmine up. Jasmine resolves to avenge her humiliation, but just as she’s about to leave, a powerful businessman named Tristan Davis arrives. Will Tristan be Jasmine’s savior, or will he bring an even greater twist to Mira’s schemes?

All-powerful psychic boss-lady Rosemary Whitmore—master of medicine, ancient martial arts, and cutting-edge research, who can even chat with birds and beasts—dies on a mission and wakes up in a 1975 period novel as the cannon-fodder side character fated to die early so the real heroine can shine. In the original book, the heroine rides a luck-siphon system straight to the top, while Rosemary’s new body is sold by her scumbag father to a backwoods brute, her birth mother abandoned, and the entire Whitmore clan a circus of human garbage. Rosemary flips the script on the spot: she dismantles the Whitmore family, torments every scumbag, and refuses to follow the original’s road to death. As her true origins surface, she uncovers a massive conspiracy entwining both her and her mother. And the novel’s destined-to-be-childless, ice-cold high-ranking commander Jasper Blackwood keeps colliding with her: First clash—she disarms him and confiscates his gun; Second mishap—she yanks down his pants and leaves him scarlet; Third time—she coughs up blood from grave wounds and collapses straight into his arms. After all that provocation, the famously heartless Jasper can’t hold back and proposes on the spot. Once the military marriage is sealed, Rosemary goes full throttle: She pioneers research, develops new drugs, and forges military tech, becoming the nation’s beloved little lucky star. The Blackwood family dotes on her like a treasured ancestor, and the real shocker— the commander rumored to be sterile not only loses his heart but also falls night after night, smashing the curse of childlessness, producing baby after baby until the whole dependents’ compound is in an uproar!

Introduction: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how wealthy you can be to rival a nation, do not flaunt your arrogance in front of me. I am Ye Qiu, capable of saving your life, as well as claiming 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.