At the wedding, Monica Harper stood in her bridal gown as the pregnant mistress pointed an accusing finger and hurled insults at her. Without hesitation, Monica tossed aside her veil, left the cheating groom behind, and walked away with her head held high. In a picturesque little town, she stumbled straight into the arms of Liam Clark—rugged, devastatingly handsome. A roguish grin curved Liam’s lips. "What a coincidence. I got jilted today too. Wanna make it a pair?" One reckless night. He had returned from the battlefield, having witnessed the darkest depths of humanity—yet now, he held the purest girl in his arms. She was a beacon of light, cutting through the shadows of his bleak existence. He was an unshakable fortress, shielding her from all harm. Fate brought them together that night—two souls destined to be one.

[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.

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!

Chloe Bishop was the city’s golden girl—the "First Lady" of high society. Wealthy, breathtakingly beautiful, and deeply in love, she was the envy of everyone. When Liam was a broken outcast who had lost everything, Chloe was the one who reached out, pulling him from the wreckage of his life. She gave him her heart, her family’s status, and six devoted years. But on the morning of their lavish, multi-million dollar wedding, the dream shatters. Instead of an "I do," Liam leaves her at the altar, delivering a cold confession that pierces like a knife: “The one I’ve always loved is Sara Jay.” Overnight, the city's golden girl becomes its biggest laughingstock. Betrayed by her fiancé and haunted by a dark secret involving her father, Charles, Chloe is expected to crumble. But as the world waits for her to beg for his return, Chloe wipes her tears and offers a chilling smile. "I know he’ll come back crawling eventually," she whispers, stripping off her silk veil. "But this time, I’m done waiting. It's time for the world to see what happens when a 'perfect' woman stops being nice." He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire.

　　The day before the wedding, her fiancé told her that he would marry her and another concubine together. She was grieved to death. When she woke up, the modern skilled doctor became a timid and weak lady. Her medical skills shocked people around her. She revenged herself on all those who had bullied her. But at the same time, she accidentally caught a shameless guy's attention. Whenever she caused troubles, he handled them. Dear Julia, I've done so much for you, it seems that you can only reward me with marrying me.

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...

[Rebirth + Book-Transmigration + Space + Sweet Pampering] Vivian Montgomery died without ever understanding why she had suddenly abandoned her husband and child, married a scumbag, and ended up in a miserable death. Only when her soul drifted did she realize she was nothing more than the disposable original wife in a melodramatic novel— born solely to set off the “true, good, and beautiful” heroine, Stella Kingsley. Marcus Thornfield hadn’t stopped loving her; he’d simply been blinded by Stella Kingsley’s deliberate seduction and sowing of discord, gradually distancing himself from Vivian and their child. Watching Stella Kingsley, cloaked in gentleness, brazenly move into the home Vivian had decorated with her own hands, sleep in the marriage bed she had shared with Marcus Thornfield, coo over him while whispering slander, and—behind closed doors—strike and torment her child at every turn, Vivian saw her little one reduced to skin and bones, eyes cowed with fear. Vivian’s heart felt ripped in two. A torrent of hatred and resentment surged; she coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the Pebbles pendant she’d worn for years, and everything went black. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night before Marcus Thornfield was carried home gravely wounded—the very eve she was fated to be driven by the plot to “abandon husband and child.” Even more startling, with her rebirth the Pebbles at her throat had transformed into a portable space brimming with endless spiritual spring water and ample supplies; the water could nourish the body and cure illness— This time, she would not let the plot steer her, nor repeat her past life’s tragedy!

[Alternate-history transmigration + portable pocket space + 1970s military marriage + sweet pampering, both leads clean + cozy slice-of-life] A perfectly happy family of three on a road trip—only to hit the jackpot of transmigration. While others arrive to feast with golden fingers blazing, Cordia Whitmore lands alone in a 1970s village where food and clothing are scarce. Mom and Dad have vanished; the only person who ever shielded the original host—her grandfather—has just passed away. Faced with marriage-hungry, no-good uncles, the pampered Cordia Whitmore is struck dumb. A hell-mode start—how on earth does she survive. Who could guess the surprise hiding in despair: Her RV morphs into a portable space, stuffed with supplies and free to move anywhere; An outstanding officer drops from the sky as her fiancé, handsome enough to make legs go weak. Why toil in the fields for work points when she can simply marry a soldier and settle into safety. But no one saw this coming: The outwardly cold, aloof, abstinent officer is, behind closed doors, a wife-spoiling maniac, leaving her sore and limp every night, complaining nonstop. The military compound has been in an uproar lately. Everyone laments that the proud darling of heaven, Clarence Morrison, has taken a hard fall—forced to marry a little village girl. The high-and-mighty daughter-in-law of the Morrison family absolutely refuses to accept it. The whole crowd mocks the bride for leveraging a favor to climb the social ladder—until the tables turn and slap every face. Turns out the frosty young commander used “repaying a kindness” as an excuse to bind himself to her for life. Then Cordia’s parents transmigrate too: Delighted—they’ve found their precious daughter; Worried—the tender cabbage they raised with such care has been carried off by an iceberg soldier king!

After being assaulted by a female driver on the street, Eleanor Morgan made a shocking discovery— The woman was her husband's pregnant mistress! Her mother-in-law declared shamelessly, "Sophia is carrying the Reid family's only heir!" Her husband watched coldly, "You can't conceive. Don't get in the way of her pregnancy!" Eleanor Morgan slammed the divorce papers on the table, only to be mocked by the entire family: "Who'd want a barren hen like you after leaving us?" She retaliated by slapping the husband's infertility diagnosis onto the table: After escaping that nightmare, the last man she expected to see came back into her life— Vincent Bennett, the elite Army Captain, who had once policed her every move when she stayed with the Bennett family, even monitoring the length of her skirts. Now, he cornered her against the wall, his gaze dark and intense: "Been hiding from me all these years… for that worthless, infertile ex?" She thought he was here to settle old scores, but instead, he swept her straight into the military compound. The entire army was stunned: The ruthless "Grim Reaper" was knitting sweaters for his ex-wife, queuing at dawn for her favorite pancakes, and even carrying her across muddy fields during drills! Nipping her earlobe, he growled in a husky voice: "Back then, I monitored your skirt length because I didn't want my sixteen-year-old girl getting fooled by some punk." "Now… let me teach you what a real, lawful relationship looks like."

[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?

Cultivation powerhouse Zara Kingsley crossed into the 1970s with a pocket dimension stuffed with a billion units of supplies. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d become the unlucky punching bag of adoptive parents and a scheming stepsister. The stepsister wanted to snatch her job and exile her to the countryside? Zara Kingsley emptied the girl’s entire house in one swipe and signed her up for the Great Northwest—go eat dirt and open up wasteland! The adoptive parents embezzled her birth parents’ pension and planned to sell her little siblings for cash? One anonymous letter to the authorities sent the pair of parasites straight to the firing squad—blood for blood. The reborn heroine, armed with foreknowledge, tried to steal her jade pendant dimension and her fiancé, dreaming of replacing her and soaring to the top? Zara Kingsley laughed coldly, seized the spatial treasure for herself, and monopolized every fortuitous encounter. As for that trash fiancé—he’s all yours; whoever wants him can have the bad luck. From then on, Zara Kingsley let herself go completely, hell-bent on being as unscrupulous as possible, sprinting down the road of face-slapping and sweet revenge. Then came the day she was sent down to the countryside—and the rumored sterile, ice-faced big shot Henson Lancaster set his sights on her. One was aiveness-obsessed cultivation madwoman; the other, a ruthless, black-bellied military titan. They clicked at first sight, marched to the registry, and got their marriage certificates. Husband and wife, perfectly matched—trash-bashing without breaking a sweat! You be my crazy wife, I’ll be your crazy husband; two apex predators joining forces—whoever blocks the way gets flattened. The reborn heroine was dumbstruck: the fiancé she stole turned out to be useless, the opportunities she coveted were all hijacked, and the cannon-fodder Zara Kingsley—supposed to die early—had instead become the nation’s darling. She reclaimed her birth parents, cleared their names, and, together with Henson Lancaster, amassed an untold fortune. Multiple buns in one pregnancy, living life in full swagger.

“Want it?” Lionel Shaw watched the flushed woman who had just thrown herself into his arms, voice lazy and low Rosalie Winters’s illness flared; she clenched her teeth and nodded A year into marriage, her husband Jasper Fletcher had never once touched her The deprivation bred hysteria—whenever it struck, she became insatiable The night she caught her husband secretly kissing a photo of her sister, she realized she’d been nothing but a stand-in The attack worsened; she fled to the hospital and ran into a young, gorgeous doctor She almost lost control on the spot—and nearly devoured him… Only to walk into work next morning and discover yesterday’s “intimate examiner” was the new CEO parachuted in from above Rosalie Winters planned to pretend they were strangers—only to be promoted straight onto the new president’s lap as his personal assistant. “Mr. President, I’m married. Planning to play homewrecker?” Inside the office he forced her astride his lap; her face burned crimson He bit her waist and kissed her: “Baby, forgot how you moaned ‘husband’ all night long?” Later Rosalie Winters remarried without looking back Her ex came crawling, eyes blood-shot: “Ranran, let’s start over! I’ll do anything—just don’t divorce me!” Rosalie Winters answered coldly: “Sorry, I’m not into eunuchs.”

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!"

The youngest daughter of the Tang family, Lydia Bell, went missing unexpectedly, prompting her seven brothers to venture into different fields with one singular purpose—to find their sister. Following her master's instructions, Lydia Bell waited at the back of the mountain, hoping her brothers would come to take her home. When she spotted Sebastian Bell, she greeted him sweetly, "Hello, brother. I'm your little sister." At first, Sebastian was skeptical, but soon he melted, cooing, "Sweetheart, look at me! I'm your seventh brother!" The workaholic eldest brother halted an important meeting and rushed home, barking at the others, "Move aside! You're blocking my view of our sister!" The second brother, a research-obsessed university professor, declared, "I'm opening a kindergarten. I want to take my sister to and from school every day." Meanwhile, the third brother, a star athlete, announced without hesitation, "I'm retiring! I'm going home to be with my sister!"

A young boy from a humble bloodline, occasionally inherited from a world-shocking family. Once he woke up, he ascended to the Ninth Heaven. He cultivated the Nine Stars Divine Dragon Technique, condensing dragon vein, forming the Overlord Body. He competed with the prodigies of all the clans, overwhelming all fields, and shocking the Ninth Heaven.

【Military Marriage + 1970s Era + True and False Heiresses + Marriage Before Love + Adorable Baby + Group Adoration】 Livia Forsythe accidentally transmigrated into the body of the true heiress from the 1970s—overweight, unattractive, and utterly despised. On the very day she arrived, she was forced into a marriage certificate, and her new husband made no effort to hide his disgust. "I could never love you," he declared coldly. But Livia was never one to wallow in self-pity. If this was her fate, she’d make the best of it. No drama, no schemes—just a quiet determination to turn her life around. She shed the extra weight, transformed her appearance, and built a career from scratch. She silenced the naysayers and, little by little, melted her husband’s icy heart. Once the most disliked military wife in the compound, she soon became the darling of the entire base. Even her husband’s gaze grew warmer, more possessive. Teasingly, she reminded him, "Commander, didn’t you want a divorce to chase after your ‘white moonlight’? Go ahead. I won’t stop you." But the man closed the distance between them, his voice low and rough. "Sweetheart, our child needs a father." "There is no ‘white moonlight.’ You’re the only one I’ve ever loved."

Framed and cast into the northern frontier, he left behind a wife and daughter forced to endure humiliation. Five years later he returns—now the Supreme Warlord of the North. At his back stand four legendary generals; before him kneel a million soldiers. Those who wronged me, who shamed my wife and child—get on your knees and tremble!

Sienna Williams opened her eyes and found herself transmigrated into the body of a biological heiress who had refused to donate a kidney to her fake-rich stepsister. Facing relentless suppression, Sienna Williams decided to start a fortune-telling livestream. "Master, my four-month-old granddaughter is missing—can you help me find her?" Sienna Williams: "Wasn't she the one you strangled to death?" "Master, I keep feeling chills in my house lately—is it haunted?" Sienna Williams: "Oh, definitely. A whole crowd of ghosts. And they're throwing a rave." "Master, my boyfriend just proposed! Can you pick an auspicious wedding date for us?" Sienna Williams: "Get married and you'll die. Run." ...

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.

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!