[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!

After graduating from university, Sophie Grant inherited a remote mountain farmhouse from her grandmother. But the farm was overgrown with weeds, the buildings were dilapidated, half the kitchen stove had collapsed, and even the roof was leaking. As she pulled weeds, she wailed, "Is there anyone who can help me fix the roof and clear the fields?" The next second, a twelve-year-old girl popped out from the grass: "Weeding? Easy peasy—just give me some wild veggies!" Then, a wiry old man who looked to be in his fifties strode into the yard carrying a shoulder pole: "Fixing roofs and rebuilding stoves are no problem for me, but what in tarnation is this 'cement tile' you speak of?" To meet their "wage standards," Sophie racked her brain to come up with suitable compensation: A few cents' worth of cold medicine, a couple dollars' worth of brown sugar, and wild veggies and fruits from the farm—enough to send the temporary workers home overjoyed. From then on, Sophie became known among the time-traveling laborers as the best employer ever, the kindest savior goddess. The system dinged with rewards: —Temporary worker satisfaction at 100%: Reward—one solar power system! —Job positions increased: Reward—one pack of miraculous seeds! —Hiring quota met: Unlock permanent workers! Looking at the gradually revitalized farm, Sophie rolled up her sleeves: One small farmhouse down—next stop, grand estate!

Eleanor Walton only realized on her deathbed that her daughter's tragic death from fever was no accident—it was a vicious scheme orchestrated by her ex-husband's family to pave the way for his new bride. They accused her of infertility, seized her dowry, and finally drove her out to freeze to death on the streets. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the bitter winter of 1990— Her daughter was convulsing with fever, while her mother-in-law jabbed a finger in her face and screeched, "You useless hen, get out of our Campbell family!" Eleanor flipped over the brazier with a crash, bundling her daughter into a thick quilt: "May this 'blessing' be yours—may your lineage end with you." With the awakened knowledge of her past life and her medicinal cooking space, she boarded the night train to the capital. Following her memories, she arrived at the heavily guarded compound of high-ranking officials and calmly addressed the sentry: "I'm here to see Alexander Hawthorne. Tell him—his daughter has come to claim her father." Everyone knew the Hawthorne family's sole heir was frail and sickly, predicted not to live past thirty—he'd never even been in a relationship! Until the moment a gaunt, pale man in a white lab coat rushed out, trembling as he cradled the little girl whose features mirrored his own. Eleanor pressed the paternity test against his chest: "Mr. Hawthorne, I'll need your household register. In exchange—" She waved the steaming medicinal soup from her spatial dimension, declaring, "I'll handle all your meals—guaranteed to keep you living a hundred years." The entire Hawthorne household was thrown into chaos. Meanwhile, the notoriously aloof and reclusive research tycoon began returning home punctually every day—just to "sample her dishes." Then one night, he cornered her against the laboratory workbench, his breath scorching: "Eleanor Walton... do any of those herbs in your spatial dimension have a cure for 'missing you so much I can't sleep'?" Her ears flushed crimson as she pushed against him. "Alexander Hawthorne, wasn't this supposed to be just co-parenting?" The man chuckled darkly before sealing her lips with a kiss. "The partnership's leveled up. Now we're collaborating... on making a second child."

Su Mengyan died of injustice accompanied by her maid. As a princess, she died in a dilapidated thatched cottage. And until she died, she couldn't see her husband Mu Xiao. She gave everything to him, but she couldn't get his love. If there is an afterlife, she will never let her family die for herself! Never fall in love with Mu Xiao again! God really gave her a rebirth! She went back four years ago! She kept in mind the vow she made in her previous life that she really didn't love Mu Xiao. But Mu Xiao fell madly in love with her! He even knelt down and begged her forgiveness!

The moment Persephone opened her eyes, she awoke to a new life—as the long-lost heiress of the wealthy Acheron family, eighteen years after being abandoned. The imposter who had taken her place plotted against her at every turn, while her parents and five brothers met her return with nothing but contempt. But Persephone remained unbothered. With a serene smile, she casually revealed just a few of her hidden identities—shaking the world to its core. Centuries-old aristocratic families dropped to their knees, desperate for her favor. Powerful elites trembled in her presence. Her once-dismissive brothers reversed course, falling over themselves to shower her with affection. "Who even knows Sylvia, that impostor? Get her out of here!" And then there was Lord Cael, the infamous, merciless figure feared by all—except her. For Persephone, he bore a love so fierce it bordered on madness. "Persephone," Caelum murmured, his voice low and unhinged, "as long as you stay by my side, I'd give you my very life..."

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

?? Arranged-marriage → slow-burn sugar rush) At twenty-seven, Evelyn Parker discovered—almost by accident—that she wasn't her parents' biological child. Overnight, she traded one set of parents for another, and even picked up a brand-new fiancé. Her replacement fiancé, Liam Bennett, was famous in the capital for being rigid, stone-faced, and stingy with words; everyone gave him a wide, respectful berth. The gossip mill was certain this hastily stitched couple would stay married in name only and fall apart before long. Evelyn Parker didn't know how to love, and she didn't ask for love in return—so the arrangement suited her perfectly. Year One of the marriage, Evelyn Parker came down with something and was stuck in bed. Past midnight, Liam Bennett walked in: "Evelyn Parker, are you hurting?" "Not too bad." Before the sentence finished, she was pulled into a warm chest. Liam Bennett: "Next time just say yes. I'll come comfort you." Year Two, winter. Evelyn Parker's flight touched down in Beijing; a blizzard slammed the city and the temperature nosedived. The man drove for hours, showed up at the airport carrying a coat and a pair of shoes. "Evelyn, put this on." He knelt in front of her, oblivious to the crowd, and slipped the shoes onto her feet. Later that photo tore through every group chat in their circle.

【Marriage First, Love Later • Slow-Burn Romance • Taming the Iron Man • Army-Wife Daily Life • Stunning Heiress】 When she opened her eyes, top jewelry designer Serena Blackwood had time-traveled from the 21st century straight into 1971. Seven years into her marriage, her husband and son had eyes and hearts only for the “white-moonlight” mother-and-daughter pair, while she stayed alone in the countryside, living her best life and raking in cash. Then an accident awakened her memories, and she was horrified to discover she was the vicious cannon-fodder first wife in a period novel. Her husband was a steel-blooded officer; her son would grow into the paranoid, brutal “Buddhist prince” of the capital’s elite circle. Both men would go mad for the white-moonlight duo and even drag Serena down with them. In the end, her own son broke her limbs and threw her into the deep mountains to feed the wolves—an agonizing death. Having unlocked the finale ahead of time, Serena couldn’t sit still. She slung a backpack over her shoulder and marched straight to the army base. Divorce—she wanted it now! While the father and son were still obsessed with the white moonlight, she’d seize the chance to cut ties and save her own skin. The moment she reached the military district, her husband was already away on a mission. She waited in the family quarters for the divorce papers, taking the opportunity to de-program her thoroughly brainwashed son. But when the officer husband returned, he seemed like a different man—doting, attentive, and raining money on her! Serena: ?? Maybe… hold off on the divorce for a bit? Everyone soldier in the district knew Chief Morrison’s wife was some country bumpkin he despised. Until one day, the famously cold, hard Chief Morrison trailed after a stunning beauty, calling softly, “Wifey…” Everyone face-planted. Rumors really can’t be trusted!

Evelyn Brooks saved a group of wealthy heirs during a border crisis, vowing to turn over a new leaf—only to accidentally become the long-lost heiress of the prestigious Hayes family. A snobbish father, a biased mother, a jealous younger sister, and her—the silent observer. She couldn't care less about her grandfather's billion-dollar inheritance; a single hacking competition could earn her that much. Elite elementary schools? Unnecessary—she already had a stack of invitations from top universities. And as for familial affection? Too many wealthy families were lining up to adopt her anyway. Her ambitions weren't tied to Tsinghua or Peking University, nor did she crave the title of a socialite heiress. All she wanted was to study hard, fulfill her promise to an old man, and be a good kid. But life had other plans. Armed robbers in malls, smugglers, unethical teachers, college students driven to suicide—every time the police arrived at a crime scene, they'd find this strange kid already there, not just solving cases single-handedly but even assigning them tasks. At first, the officers scoffed. "Just some brat." Then they ate their words, clinging to Evelyn like she was a godsend, even urging her to join the force early. To which the tycoons and their sons collectively declared: "Over our dead bodies. Evelyn is ours!"

She woke up to find herself the doomed first wife who wouldn’t survive three chapters in a period drama novel. Twenty-first-century ace diplomat Vivian Starr had transmigrated into the cannon-fodder supporting role who, desperate to climb the social ladder, jumped into a river to force a marriage and ended up stabbed to death by thugs while searching for her husband. She glanced at the bridal chamber plastered with scarlet “double happiness” characters, then at the in-laws' cold faces that had iced her out for three years perfect. This marriage was ending. Three days and nights on a rattling green-skinned train brought her to the island army compound. Facing the aloof officer husband who, rumor said, hadn’t come home in two years, she cut straight to the point: “I'm here for a divorce.” Sean Lancaster, twenty-eight, the youngest full-regiment commander in the army, iron-fisted and famously stone-faced the whole district joked he’d married a ghost bride. Yet as he stared at the woman with clear, cool eyes and an air of poised frost, the heart that had stayed silent for twenty-six years suddenly thundered. Then he heard her say, “I'll draft the divorce papers; you just sign.” “When did I ever agree to a divorce?” Sean's dark eyes narrowed. He tossed the marriage certificate straight into the wastebasket. Vivian arched a brow. “Weren’t you the one who stayed away for two years?” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I already filed my disciplinary resignation. I was about to submit my discharge papers to come home to be with you.” Later, the entire compound buzzed: “Hey, isn’t that your Charles doing laundry again? Which load is this?” “Good grief! Sean's wife is incredible her trading company made the front page!” “Commander Lancaster! Your wife just gave birth to twins!” “Sean, hurry your wife's pushing to build a free-trade zone in the South China Sea, and the provincial delegation's already here!”

After being reborn, Sharon saved a child, only to be entangled by the child's billionaire uncle, Robert. Robert was pathologically violent, brutal, and cold-blooded. Sharon repeatedly crossed the line, oblivious of her boundaries. Everyone was waiting for Robert to torment her to death. But unexpectedly, Robert spoiled her to the skies. Robert said, "My wife is very powerful, if I don't pamper her, she'll be snatched away." Everyone didn't believe until Sharon's hidden identity was revealed. Leading scientists were her fans, top movie stars recognized her as their benefactor. A mysterious organization chased after her to be their leader, a top lawyer worshipped her...

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~"

Adrian Blackwood—the war-hero who carved through Middle-Eastern battlefields, the nation's beloved defense general. And she? A woman of the lowest birth, notorious as "the bad girl," had somehow become his wife. Only… Adrian's heart had never let go of the white moonlight he carried; he never loved her. She refused to drown in a marriage that existed in name alone and slammed a divorce agreement onto the desk. "Let's get divorced." Adrian didn't even look up. "Busy. No time." So she walked out without a backward glance. The next time the world caught sight of her, she was a prodigy scientist, a philanthropist painter, the long-lost heiress to the richest fortune on the planet. The revelation dazzled the globe—everyone except Adrian Blackwood, who still curled his lip in disdain. Then, one day, a conspiracy of staggering proportions unraveled. "Fifth Master, the white moonlight you've cherished for over a decade… was your ex-wife. You pinned the wrong woman." Adrian's eyes burned red. He hunted her down like a man possessed. "Wife… it was always you. Marry me again."

Emily Warren had always been the invisible one in her family—unnoticed, uncared for, the forgotten presence in the background. Then, by some twist of fate, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the daughter of the most formidable Grand Marshal in the interstellar empire. But there was a catch—she was a child born out of a calculated scheme. Convinced she was doomed to be unwanted yet again, she braced herself for rejection. But slowly, she began to realize something was… off. Her father’s social feed gradually filled with nothing but her photos and videos. Her brothers seemed increasingly determined to keep her by their sides at all times. And sometimes, the men of the household even came to blows over who got to spend time with her! **Breaking News from the Military Department:** *"Remember our battle-crazed Commendor Warren? He’s at it again—flooding his feed with yet another post about his daughter!"* **Netizens of the Stellar Beast Empire:** *"Oh sure, flex your daughter and little sister all you want—but dare to let us pet her just once!"* **The Grand Marshal:** *"Get lost."* But the most shocking development came when the Emperor—who had never once posted online—suddenly shared a single photo. In his elegantly veined hands, he cradled a ragdoll kitten. The caption? Just two words. **The Emperor of the Stellar Beast Empire:** *"Mine."* And with that, the entire galactic network crashed…

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.

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 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."

"Little bunny, little bunny. Wolf is HUNGRY!" The voice taunted me, followed by an evil cackle. "Run, rabbit. RUN!" A monstrous bellow boomed through the night sky and crashed into my soul like a sledgehammer. I could feel a chill sweeping across my body and my heart pounding in my chest. The echoes of howls and laughter followed me from behind as I ran for my life. Elisabeth's life had been harder than most since she was a child - a distant and often cruel mother and her never-ending cycle of addiction that had taken over her life. But on this fateful night, something far more sinister was lurking in the darkness, ready to take her away from it all. Massive figures appeared out of nowhere, growling and taunting her. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out; before she knew it, she was waking up in a world where Viking werewolves ruled with mysterious faeries at their side. Every five years, they traveled to the human realm, collecting ten girls for their mate run - and tonight, Elisabeth was one of them. With only a white dress and her bare feet, Elisabeth stood beside the other nine girls as the beasts prowled around them menacingly. A silver dagger pierced each of their wrists, signaling the start of the hunt! "We honor the moon goddess; let your blood lead your mate to you!"

A year ago, he'd married into the elite family as a live-in son-in-law—gladly—to save their leukemia-stricken heiress A year later, the heiress was cured and booted him out without a thank-you Now he's sworn to claw his way back as an even higher-tier trophy husband, slap her face so swollen she'll finally learn what “out of reach” really means.

[Quick Transmigration + Sweet Pampering + 1V1 + OP Female Lead] Side characters exist only to push the main couple’s romance forward, but Sophia Sterling refuses to play that role. Why settle for being a supporting villainess when she can be the final boss? She’ll turn a garbage hand into a royal flush. [System: Host, your mission is to change the side character’s fate—not wreck the entire world!!!] [Who cares about missions? My happiness comes first.] Reginald Collins: Sigh, what do you do when your wife is so outstanding that she’s impossible to chase? A lightning-fast, melt-your-heart sugar cookie—just one bite and you’re hooked!