[1980s + Military Marriage + Face-Slapping + Scum-Bashing + Family Drama + Raising Kids + Career-Building] In her last life, Luna Fairchild was literally angered to death by a cheating couple. At home she served her in-laws and raised the child left behind by her deceased brother-in-law Years of marriage without pregnancy—guilt-ridden—she slaved like an old ox for every single Whitmore family member The real reason she never conceived? Not her body. The scumbag had gotten himself snipped for his green-tea bitch. Luna Fairchild rebooted on the very day the scumbag came home on leave; she marched straight in with witnesses and caught them in bed He soaked up her love while handing his own to someone else—fine, she’d nail the two cheaters together forever Her in-laws did nothing but fan the flames; she’d make them choke on the strongest brew of top-grade Longjing green tea The green-tea wanted the scumbag? She’d gift-wrap him and deliver him with both hands. Marcus Blackwood: Married a woman who simply looked agreeable—just wanted a warm light on when he came back from base, no empty house. Never expected her to be this interesting She wants to take down a scumbag? He’s always hated that guy anyway—happy to give a shove She works as hard as any soldier under his command—might as well lend a hand Help here, help there… and he ends up helping himself right into love.

In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died… betrayed by the very people she trusted most. She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband. With her last breath, Ivy made a vow. If she could turn back time…she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters. This time, she would stand at the top. When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby.... Twenty days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on. While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time… Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters. In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter. With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world. Because this time...she wasn’t just going to survive the apocalypse. She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters.

Clara Jennings and Noah Mitchell were a newlywed couple—spoiled rich kids who lived solely to spend money, their days revolving around luxury and indulgence. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine fate would flip their world upside down in an instant. A freak accident transported them both back to ancient times. Before they could even process their shock, they found themselves in the midst of a chaotic scene—their family being raided and exiled. Talk about a dramatic start. Luckily, a prophetic dream had warned them in advance, and they'd come fully prepared. No need to panic! To their delight, they soon discovered not just a storage space filled with modern supplies, but also an interdimensional marketplace. The marketplace quietly unlocked, connecting them not only to the modern world but also to interstellar realms, cultivation dimensions, and even a beast world. Was this destiny handing them success on a silver platter? Clara couldn't help but shout, "Who else can top this? Seriously, who?!" From that moment on, Clara and Noah decided to leverage this golden opportunity to rewrite their destinies. During their exile, they navigated dangers while using the marketplace's resources to improve their lives. In the end, they would rely on their own strength to return to the capital and carve out a dazzling path of their own.

The moment she opened her eyes, Beverly Caldwell found herself transmigrated into a period novel! And not just any character—she had become the doomed cannon fodder ex-girlfriend, the one who was swindled of her love and fortune by the male lead before meeting a tragic end in the countryside. Beverly smirked coldly: Sorry, not sorry. With her post-apocalyptic superpowers and a spatial dimension at her disposal, she wasn' t about to play along with this clichéd drama. Classmates trying to force her into marriage? Anonymous tip-off letter already in the mail! Relatives eyeing her family's wealth? One swift motion, and every last penny vanished into her space—leaving them with nothing but dust. Scumbag ex crawling back? She'd drain his bank accounts dry before skipping town! Packing her bags, she headed to the countryside to farm, heal, and search for her missing father. With her wood-based abilities, she revitalized barren fields and brought prosperity to the villagers—life was sweet! And oh, she just happened to pick up a stone-faced military officer along the way, who promptly spoiled her rotten, treating her like the most precious treasure in his life. When the original male lead came crawling back, begging for forgiveness? Her man tightened his military coat around her, shielding her behind him with a growl: "She's my wife now. Get lost—don't dirty her eyes."

Elizabeth Greene was the adopted daughter of a second-rate wealthy family. After the true heiress returned, she was unceremoniously kicked out of the house. The classic "true and false heiress" drama unfolded around her, leaving her utterly bewildered. She had always assumed her father was unknown... But...no one told her that her biological father was actually the richest man in Country Y! Now, with her doting dad, gentle mom, and five older brothers treating her like a precious treasure, her life took a dramatic turn. After changing her name to Sophia Harrison, she discovered there was another adopted daughter in the family? Something felt off—very off. This adopted daughter, the former fake heiress, seemed to prioritize her at every turn and even admired her openly. Well, that suited her just fine. Sophia wasn't one for scheming, and if this sister wanted protection, she'd gladly provide. Regretting it now, are we, Greenes? Too bad—step aside, because this young lady isn't here to entertain you anymore! The unavoidable "tragedy" of wealthy families—arranged marriage. Just as she began settling into her new life as the beloved heiress, an unwelcome fiancé showed up at her doorstep? Can the engagement be called off? The answer: No. And now this so-called fiancé has the audacity to vow to take care of her for life? But...she's already a master of everything—renowned traditional painter, miracle-working physician, guzheng virtuoso, top-tier fashion designer, architect... The list of her hidden identities is endless. Who does he think he is, offering to support her? Yet, the man in question simply wraps an arm around her waist and murmurs, "Since my Sophia is so capable, I can just relax and let her take care of me." Blushing, Sophia Harrison retorts, "I never said I'd support you! Hand over your assets first, and maybe I'll consider it~"

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!

As soon as Evelyn Blair transmigrated into the 1970s, she was hit with a devastating blow—once the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, she found herself sold off to a remote mountain village by her malicious uncle and aunt. Meanwhile, her parents and elder brother were sent away for re-education and hardship, and her scumbag fiancé took advantage of the situation. Not only did he seize her family's remaining assets, but he also turned around and annulled their engagement to climb the social ladder by marrying the daughter of a high-ranking officer. He even had the audacity to throw a grand wedding banquet as if nothing had happened! Could she endure such humiliation? Absolutely not! Evelyn Blair flipped the table on the spot, grabbed whatever she could as a weapon, and wreaked havoc on the scumbag's wedding banquet, exposing his two-faced hypocrisy in front of everyone! By a stroke of luck, she discovered that she had access to a personal spatial dimension, unlocking a magical spring of pure, revitalizing water. Without a moment's hesitation, she wiped out her scumbag ex's entire household fortune, leaving nothing behind—not even a single chicken feather! Then, she set her sights on a higher target—the regional commanding officer, Ethan Spencer, who stood tall at six foot three, exuding a commanding, cold, and formidable presence. Evelyn proposed directly and boldly, "Commander Spencer, marry me. I'll help you deal with your troubles and ensure your rise to the top!" Staring at the confident, vivacious young woman before him, Ethan Spencer agreed to the marriage on the spot, taking her with him to live a military life. After their marriage, Evelyn fully embraced her protagonist powers: With the spring in her spatial dimension replenishing her body and stockpiled resources backing her up, she supported her exiled parents, tirelessly searched for her missing elder brother, and dealt with troublemakers one by one. Whether it was confronting toxic relatives or kicking her scumbag ex, she left them in utter disarray, making her ex-fiancé and his lofty new wife's lives a living nightmare. Meanwhile, Ethan Spencer, loyal and devoted, pampered her endlessly. He not only protected her and her family but also rose steadily through the military ranks, aided by Evelyn's extraordinary abilities, becoming a revered and formidable leader. Watching Evelyn bask in Ethan's overwhelming affection, thriving in both love and career, her scumbag ex was left with nothing but ruin—betrayed by everyone, shunned by society, and with his future in tatters. Even as he regretted his actions to the point of despair, he no longer had the tiniest chance to get near Evelyn Blair.

Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father. That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found. While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor. All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response: "I'm busy." And then… silence. She waited. And waited. Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand. He never came. Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle. Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene: Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave. The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash. And from those ashes, something far stronger rose: Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.

"Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything." For four years, I was Damian Wright's "invisible wife". While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the "Gifted Doctor's" time. He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree. "Congratulations, Damian," I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. "You're free." The submissive Amelia is dead. The legendary "Ghost Surgeon"? That's me. The blindfolded racing queen "Raven"? Also me. The shadow behind the global intelligence network? Still me. I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan—the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants—blocked my path. When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees. "They don't deserve to look at you," Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. "But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."

The King of Hell, Vivian Grant, sacrificed her own body to weave threads of souls into lamps. After exhausting her karmic merits, her soul transmigrates into the body of the fake rich daughter Vivian Grant, who had been driven out of her family. Faced with a dire starting point of poverty and ruin, Vivian Grant begins her live-streaming journey. With a pair of "Fate-Piercing Eyes," she can see through the past and foresee the future. Armed with a Judge's Pen: With one stroke, she determines life and death. With a second stroke, she decides right and wrong. Her predictions leave the viewers of her live-stream utterly terrified, calling them thrilling and addictive. From then on, "Master Grant" becomes a household name, with her divination skills highly sought after. Later, Vivian Grant's identity is exposed. The viewers: What the heck?! Master Grant is actually Vivian Grant, the infamous persona who was cyberbullied out of the entertainment industry?! For a while, the entire city of H was in uproar. Meanwhile, the real rich daughter of the Grant family, along with her three brothers, becomes restless. Ashton Grant: Hmph, a cult fraud! Vivian Grant: You caused someone's death. Miles Grant: No matter what you do, you'll never compare to my dear Claire.! Vivian Grant: You plagiarized, copied others' work, abused cats, and killed dogs. Alexander Grant: It's all just attention-grabbing nonsense. Vivian Grant: And you hired hitmen to commit murder. Agatha Grant: Vivian, you've become so unfamiliar. Vivian Grant: You bully and spread false rumors about others, ruining their lives. The following day, major media outlets widely reported: A genius neurosurgeon, known for snatching lives from the grasp of death, ends up causing the death of two patients and threatening their families. A renowned novelist plagiarizes and steals, destroying the original author. A top idol hires a hitman for attempted murder. A frontline celebrity reveals their two-faced nature—on the surface, engaging in charity work, but behind the scenes, spreading gossip, bullying, and committing outrageous acts beyond redemption. Later, a certain film emperor cornered Vivian Grant: "Master Grant, why not read my fortune and tell me who my true love is?"

Algernon Benson came back to life only to find his superstar girlfriend ready to dump him. Nobody knew his head was packed with endless songs, scripts, and blockbusters from another world. Sophia Allison: Algernon Benson, I'm a headline act and you're just… ordinary. We don't fit. It's over—stop clinging! Algernon Benson: Fine. From this second on, we’re square. Not long after, Algernon Benson exploded across the industry and was crowned the Entertainment King. Sophia Allison: Algernon Benson, I messed up—let's get back together. Algernon Benson: Get lost.

Lydia Thorne became a widow right after her wedding, branded as an ill omen by her late husband's family. She toiled tirelessly to manage the entire household, only for the Sinclair family to sell her off for a mere twenty coins in the end. When she woke up reborn on the second day after her husband's death, she made a decision—she would seize control of the Sinclair family's prestigious ducal estate. If she needed an heir, she'd find a way to conceive one. Her husband was dead, but his elder brother would do just fine. With reckless determination, she climbed into Marcus Sinclair's bed at night, posing as a seductive concubine, only to revert to the demure and respectful sister-in-law by day. No one suspected a thing. … Marcus Sinclair had been abandoned as a child, only to be reclaimed by the Sinclair family after making a name for himself in battle. He despised every last one of them—especially that second sister-in-law of his. She was all honeyed words and false smiles, her eyes lingering on him far too often, as if scheming something. Yet despite his vigilance, she still managed to unsettle him. He couldn't shake the absurd thought that the mysterious concubine who had seduced him bore an uncanny resemblance to Lydia Thorne. It was ridiculous. Until one day, the temptress who visited him nightly stopped coming—and news broke from the ducal estate that his sister-in-law was with child.

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.

The country bumpkin was brought back to be a sacrificial bride. Elena Monroe agreed—only to cut ties immediately after and dump her scumbag father. Little did she expect the "dead" m an she was supposed to marry would come back to life--and shamelessly crawl into her bed every night. After severing ties, her trashy father, stepmother, and white-lotus stepsister eagerly awaited Elena Monroe's downfall. Instead, she was welcomed into a top-tier aristocratic family! The family's green-tea fake heiress spread rumors about Elena Monroe being vulgar and incompetent--until her hidden identities were accidentally exposed! Genius prodigy? That was her. Top-tier miracle doctor? Also her. Master of the suona, inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, youngest gambling legend of Las Vegas… All her! The fake heiress got utterly humiliated, while her seven superstar brothers doted on her like crazy! Rumors spread that the hidden boss was still single—suitors lined up, trending on hot searches! "Elena, marry me! I'll give you all my assets!" "Elena, accept this 10-carat diamond ring--it' my heart for you!" "Elena…" Elena Monroe had no time to refuse. A certain man, burning with jealousy, pinned her down, his voice low and possessive: "Darling, it's time to drop the act!"

Five years ago, due to a car accident, William fell from a genius prodigy to being deemed a "fool". Five years later, seven brothers and three uncles of his died on the battlefield on the same day-- ten loyal and brave souls all from one family! At the funeral , when his fiancée—who had broken off their engagement—his incredibly beautiful sister-in-law, who was yet to marry into the family, immediately declared: If you won't marry him, I will! I’m willing to bear children for the Harvey family… William was somewhat nervous: Sister-in-law, please don't do this. I swear I'm not a fool anymore!

“This is Virella… my wife.” Three years. And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me. No welcome. No touch. No recognition. Just another woman at his side—carrying his child. While I ruled in his absence… I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose. So I gave up. And I left. One rejection was all it took to break the bond. When I returned, I wasn’t the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim. Now he watches me like a man drowning…. Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time… I didn’t come alone. The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist…. “Careful, Kaelen,” his voice drops, dark with warning. “Rowena isn’t yours anymore.” His lips brush my temple, possessively. “She’s mine. If you try to take her…I’ll end you.”

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.

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!

In the 21st century, Nina Mason was a frail orphan with no father or mother, spending the majority of the year confined to her bed due to her weak health. It seemed like every tragic misfortune was stacked against her. But since the age of five, Nina had been dreaming—a dream where she wasn't weak or sick but had a healthy body. In that dream, she had loving parents who cherished her deeply, and an older brother, Alexander Harper, who had cared for her since her childhood. It was a stark contrast: the harsher reality Nina lived in made her dream life all the more blissful. At eighteen, after completing her college entrance exams, Nina passed away due to her illness. Yet when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in her dream life—as the dream version of Nina Mason. Sadly, before she could even enjoy the joy of reuniting with her parents, devastating news arrived: her parents had died! Faced with greedy relatives who seemed like wolves and tigers, greedy enough to strip away everything, Nina rolled up her sleeves and declared, "Let's see who dares to touch the things my parents left for me!" Just as she prepared to confront these scheming people head-on, two protective uncles stepped in, swooped her away, and brought her back to the family's hometown without a second word. From that moment, her life took a dramatic turn. Her aunt doted on her, her cousins spoiled her, and her uncles were relentless in showering her with money and gifts. The poor orphan from the 21st century had suddenly become a young heiress, living the high life. To add to her happiness, Alexander Harper, the childhood friend and “bamboo horse” from Beijing, came to stay with her and kept her company. "Bamboo horse" (竹马) is a term from Chinese culture, referring to someone you've grown up with since childhood, often with a sense of deep familiarity or romance tied to the relationship.

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."