The true daughter of a wealthy family in the capital was stolen away the moment she was born. She was then abandoned in the snowbound wilderness of the Great Northern Wilderness. As it happened, she was found and taken home by a kind-hearted couple who had lost their youngest daughter, and they named her Iris Ashford. From then on, the impoverished Great Northern Wilderness welcomed its luckiest little girl! In her parents’ household, the grandparents played favorites, while the eldest and second branches were snobbish, scheming against them, bullying them, and taking advantage of them every day. So they split from the family! Iris Ashford was born blessed with good fortune. Perceptive and incisive, sharp-tongued yet thoughtful, she was a match for even the most troublesome relatives and never suffered the slightest wrong from childhood to adulthood. She ventured into the mountains to search for ginseng, sifted sand along the riverbanks, and foraged in the hills, quietly leading her whole family out of poverty and into prosperity! Later, when the college entrance examinations were reinstated, her eldest brother made the honor roll. Then the wealthy family from the capital came knocking, wanting to reclaim their true daughter! In this lifetime, Iris Ashford was doted on by the whole family, spoiled rotten!

Josephine Whitmore never expected a random transmigration only to land in a period drama as the pitiful girl who shared her exact name. The original owner had been cold-shouldered and abused at home, on the verge of being dragged off to the countryside as a sent-down youth, and finally beaten to death by her own family in a tragic accident. Josephine Whitmore, who never let anyone take advantage of her, refused to swallow it. She cleaned the house out of every last valuable then dismantled the front door for good measure. With her bags packed, she sauntered off to the village. The moment she arrived, she stumbled into a jaw-dropping coincidence: —the brigade captain’s wife looked exactly like her. And the surprises kept coming: her long-lost birth parents tracked her down, followed by five overprotective brothers ready to shield their baby sister at all costs. From that point on, her fate flipped. Bad luck vanished, and the good days kicked into overdrive.

The Wyatt family brought back the adopted daughter they had raised in the countryside. They had heard that she was uneducated, had dropped out of high school, and was rude, greedy, and plain as could be. Young Master Widener defended his wife online: “Honey, a life-saving favor should be repaid with one’s body. Your husband is waiting for you to show him some love!” Everyone knew that Young Master Widener wasn’t supposed to live past thirty. Yet not only had he outlived thirty—he was now flaunting his love online. Everyone’s hearts ached: “Young Master Widener, open your eyes. She isn’t good enough for you.” Young Master Widener produced his credentials: “A nominal teaching fellow at South China, an honorary teaching fellow at the Qiaote Institute of Technology overseas. I really am not good enough for her. Honey, please give me a hug.” As the adopted daughter’s hidden identities were exposed one after another, everyone finally understood what Young Master Widener had meant. Young Master Widener clapped back at netizens online, then begged for hugs and kisses in private. “Honey, today is another day of loving you. Mwah.” “My wife is amazing. She has one hidden identity after another.” The emotionally stunted Jaynie Wyatt found Young Master Widener especially annoying. After he came over for the 108th time, Jaynie Wyatt shoved him hard. “Get lost.” When everyone learned that the adopted daughter had so many hidden identities, they all called out to apologize. Young Master Widener stood before everyone with a smug, spoiled air and pointed at Jaynie Wyatt. “She’s my wife. Mine.”

【Apocalypse Powerhouse Transmigrates to Ancient Times｜Spirit-Farmland Space｜Fleeing Famine amid Disasters｜Survival in Wartime｜Multiple Male Leads and a Romantic Battlefield｜Feel-Good Retirement Story】 The apocalypse powerhouse Lyra Ashwood was a battle-hardened veteran, but in the end, she was betrayed by her teammates and death amid a horde of zombies. Upon being reborn, she found herself in the body of a despised, lowly concubine in an ancient marquis's household. She was subjected to the ultimate humiliation right from the start! A disgraceful divorce edict was slammed into her face, while the aloof marquis stood silhouetted against the light and spoke each word with icy disdain: “The Ashwood woman committed adultery with another man and should be beaten to death. I shall spare your life, but you are to be expelled from the marquis's residence and demoted to slave status.” Before she could even steady herself, a snobbish old matron publicly cursed and beat her, kicking her out of the marquis's residence in disgrace and subjecting her to every undeserved humiliation. Lyra Ashwood was left speechless, unable to utter a word; the original owner had been weak and servile, trapped in a miserable situation. Fortunately, her trump card—the portable spirit-farmland space—had crossed over with her. It was stocked with every kind of grain and supply in abundance, enough to sustain her and keep her secure. She returned to her family of origin, facing the desperate reality of a household with nothing but bare walls: Three dilapidated thatched rooms were crammed with more than a dozen people. Her family wore rags and went hungry, eking out a bleak and impoverished existence. She had intended to quietly support her family, shed the violence of her apocalyptic past, and enjoy a leisurely, peaceful retirement in ancient times. But Heaven had other plans, and disaster struck without warning! Drought, floods, and plague ravaged the land one after another, ushering in an age of chaos. The people were driven from their homes, forced to flee in search of food and struggle for survival, while the human world descended into hell. Fortunately, she had prepared long in advance. Her space was packed with vast quantities of grain, firearms, and spirit-spring supplies, giving her ample confidence. On the road fleeing famine, while everyone else gnawed tree bark, ate grass roots, and struggled to survive, she alone enjoyed fine food and lived in comfort; When the plague raged and claimed lives, she relied on the spirit spring in her space to dispel poison, protect herself, and keep her entire family safe; When war erupted everywhere and the barbarians burned, killed, and pillaged, she wielded firearms to sweep away the villains and protect the peace of the region. What should have been a solitary path to a carefree retirement instead unexpectedly attracted a host of top-tier power players. Her aloof and heartless ex-husband, the marquis; the bewitchingly handsome regent who held power over the entire court; and the possessive, unhinged, puppy-like young man all stopped in their tracks for her and became crazily entangled with her. Surrounded on all sides by them, Lyra Ashwood rubbed her forehead helplessly. “Don’t cling to me. I really only want to live out my days peacefully in this chaotic world. I’m not looking for love!”

An apocalyptic superpowered woman transmigrates into the body of a three-hundred-pound village girl in the 1970s! Clara Whitfield looks at the three pitiful children and her paralyzed military-officer husband lying in bed, and lets out a long sigh! Fate? She will never submit to it! Three hundred pounds, ugly, and fat? She uses her powers to transform her body and become fair and beautiful! Her home is so poor that the wind blows in from every direction? She goes into the mountains to search for treasures and sells them for a fortune! With a spatial ability and supernatural powers, how could she possibly fail to live a good life? Even her paralyzed husband gets back on his feet! With three children and a husband, she lives a blissfully happy life~

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

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.

Molly Whitfield was reborn with a heart full of hatred—this life, she would never swallow her anger again! Faced with the scumbag father and stepmother who sold her off in her previous life? She flipped tables, smashed bowls, and shattered pots—venting her fury first! Cutting ties, transferring her household registration, and heading straight to Grandma's house—she became the apple of everyone's eye! Rebirth came with heaven-defying golden fingers, plus a spatial spirit spring and traditional Chinese medicine inheritance? She emptied out the scumbag father and stepmother's family fortune, letting them reap what they sowed. Hunting in the mountains, she got entangled by a little tiger dead set on becoming her pet? Reluctantly, she took it in! Ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms running wild all over the mountains? She was going to strike it rich! Discovering an arms depot, uncovering spies, racking up merits one after another! She aced the college entrance exams and got into a top medical school, becoming a grandmaster of traditional Chinese medicine! Married her first love, gave birth to dragon-phoenix twins, and led Grandma and her uncles to a good life— The scumbag father and stepmother? How come they're begging on the streets now?

Darren was an adopted child, his father went missing one year ago, and his mother got cancer at the same time, the young Darren had to support family right after his graduation. In order to cure mother’s cancer, Darren even agreed to be the slave husband of the powerful Tang family. But the surgery fee for mother was too high and Darren couldn’t afford it, he had to ask around for money from relatives and even ex-girlfriend. However, he got nothing but humiliation and ruthlessly beaten, right when he was bleeding and about to lose his consciousness on the floor, a blue light falling from the sky and Darren was offered a deal by God, that he could have everything he wanted in his life, including his mom’s life, his love and above all, his dignity, only if...

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

Billionaire tycoon Vivienne Goodwin, who had died from a fish bone stuck in her throat, opened her eyes to find herself transported to the 1970s—and her stepmother had already schemed to register her name for rural reeducation? The first thing she did was grab a broom and beat the hell out of her deadbeat father and stepmother, then promptly added her stepsister's name to the list as well, shipping her off to the Northwest for reeducation through labor. Before leaving, she sold the house, sold her job, reported her scumbag father in one smooth sequence, and conveniently stripped the house bare while she was at it. When her stepmother returned home to find the empty rooms, she collapsed on the spot. Ethan Mercer first laid eyes on Vivienne Goodwin during a visit to the countryside, where he spotted this girl riding on a human trafficker's back, her fists flying with devastating force. He froze for three seconds, his heart skipping a beat. The second time they met, Ethan Mercer blocked her path at the village entrance and cut straight to the chase: "Comrade, I'd like to court you." Vivienne Goodwin looked him up and down. "Who are you?" Ethan Mercer didn't flinch: "Ethan Mercer, twenty-six years old, unmarried, currently regimental commander of a certain department, no bad habits, full salary handed over." Vivienne Goodwin: "...You reciting a menu here?" When word reached the military compound, everyone learned that Ethan Mercer had found himself a village wife and waited eagerly for the punchline. Until one month later, when Ethan Mercer brought her to the compound and showed her photo to everyone he met: "Pretty, isn't she? My wife. Amazing, right? My wife."

【Past & Present Collide + Dual Timelines + Women Uplifting Women】 It all begins when Frostine Whitmore—already branded the shameless woman who seduced her brother-in-law while her sister lay dying—marries into the Marquis's estate as a second wife. She pours her heart andveled blood into running the household, guiding her husband, raising step-children who aren't hers, never once complaining. In return she hears only: “She's atoning for her sin; she has no right to our gratitude.” Then one day golden subtitles drift across her vision. 【WTF? Who green-lit this dog-blood melodrama? Time to roast!】 Frostine Whitmore: ? 【Cold-hearted prick of a husband, ungrateful brats, relatives who scripted your misery. You keep them in your heart, they kick you into the gutter—then laugh behind your back. They’ll squeeze you dry, squeeze out two crocodile tears after you die, and call it remorse.】 Frostine Whitmore: ! 【What are you waiting for? Divorce the lot! You gonna let them wring you dry and waste your whole damn life?】 Frostine Whitmore: !!!! Soon after, the papers are signed. The estate expects her to come crawling back, penniless and broken. Instead she walks away—and lives bold, bright, and free. Celeste Hartley never imagined that shit-posting in a drama's comment section would open a direct line to the tragic heroine inside the screen. She rolls up her sleeves: time to rewrite the script and save the girl—oh, and while we're at it… 【I wanna revive a lost dance and slap the haters. Spot me a court dancer, yeah?】 #SHOCK! Scandal queen resurrects fresco-era dance! Who said she steals roles? This talent doesn’t need to steal. # 【They claim my makeup isn't “period accurate.” Teach me that tipsy-blush look you guys rock.】 #Celeste Hartley shows what REAL retro glam is—straight out of a Tang scroll, living and breathing. # 【And next I want—】 #BREAKING: Celeste Hartley appointed consultant by the National Heritage Authority! #

Spiritual Botanist Evelyn Johnson transmigrated into the body of a celebrity hated by the entire internet. Everyone demanded she leave the entertainment industry. Evelyn Johnson took their advice to heart—packed her bags and returned to her rural hometown to farm. Back home, there were mountains, fields, and fish ponds. An elderly grandmother. And two fatherless children, Ethan and Emma Bennett. Vegetables sold for 30 per pound. Fruits for 40 per pound. Chickens and ducks for 50 per pound. Pigs and sheep for 60 per pound. Netizens before ordering: "Only idiots would buy this." Netizens after ordering: "Please, let me be that idiot."

Clara Whitmore She died in late autumn at the age of twenty. The false heiress gouged out her eyes and hacked her apart, then threw her remains into Carrion Hill to be fed to the dogs, leaving not a trace of her bones behind. Reborn through nirvana, she was no longer the the Chancellery true heiress from her previous life whom anyone could manipulate at will! Wicked servants run amok—kill them! Her birth parents play favorites—cut them off! Her scumbag fiancé, the vicious false heiress, and everyone who framed her, trampled her, or took everything from her in her previous life—all of them must pay with their lives! She returned from hell, drenched in blood, to the world of the living, solely to settle old scores. Until one day, a man trampled out the flames of war across the land and, bearing the aura of slaughter, came tenderly into her world— Damien Kessler At twelve, he took command of the army and swept across Northern Reach, his renown shaking both court and country; At twenty-one, he fell victim to a treacherous plot, turned the tables in a desperate situation, returned victorious to the capital, and asked to relinquish some of his military power; At twenty-two, he met Clara Whitmore, fell at first sight, and sank deep into love. At the end of his days, he clasped her hand tightly and offered the vast empire as a gift: “The lands stretching across this world, together with me, are all yours.”

For three years of marriage, Elena Fletcher had lived as a widow in all but name. Andrew Bennett had remained chaste for his sister-in-law, guarding his devotion like a sacred vow—until his elder brother's sudden death shattered the facade, laying bare his forbidden love. When Elena handed him their third-anniversary gift with a cold smile, it was divorce papers. He signed without even glancing at the terms. The moment the divorce was finalized, Elena walked away without looking back. Only when his ex-wife rose to prominence in the pharmaceutical industry, her name on everyone's lips, did Andrew realize the magnitude of his mistake. He fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness—only to find the infamous, ruthless business tycoon wrapping a possessive arm around Elena's waist. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her smile was radiant as she murmured, "Behave. The baby's listening."

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

[The Whole Family's Regret Arc + Beijing's Princeling Heir + Universally Hated + Real and Fake Heiresses] Four years ago, Rosalind Sinclair was framed by the real heiress, Sylvia Harrington, and faced four years in prison. Her parents, who had doted on her since childhood, chose to side with Sylvia Harrington. Her indulgent older brother beat her until she confessed. Even her beloved fiancé aided the wrongdoer. After her release from prison, Rosalind Sinclair underwent a drastic change in temperament. The entire family knew that she had been willful and spoiled since childhood and would surely refuse to let the matter go. She had loved Chester Caldwell desperately, so she would certainly cling to him and refuse to let go. Yet, several months later, the entire family regretted it… The master and mistress of the Harrington family begged her to come home: “Rosalind, we only want to claim you as our daughter.” Her playboy brother knelt and begged for her forgiveness: “It was all my fault. From now on, you’ll be my only sister.” Her formerly rebellious and unruly fiancé became a lovesick lapdog: “Rosalind, I love you. You can hit me or curse me, just don’t leave me, okay?” The shameless woman knelt and begged for mercy: “Sister, I know I was wrong. Please let me go!”

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

A surgeon worked herself to death through endless overtime, only to open her eyes again and find herself transmigrated into the cannon-fodder wife who wouldn't survive more than a few chapters? According to the plot, she dies in childbirth, while the heroine takes her baby, sleeps with her man, and is pampered to the heavens by the male lead. Vivienne Ashford: To hell with this! I quit! After trekking through mountains and across rivers to reach the military base, she discovers that the male lead is infamous throughout the military district for being unable to father children—yet his two-hundred-jin wife is pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl? The entire military district thinks she's cuckolding the male lead! Vivienne Ashford stamped her feet anxiously. “I'm not his wife! I want a divorce! The baby in my belly belongs to another man!” The political commissar was dumbfounded. “Who exactly is Commander Greystone's rightful wife?” Commander Greystone rushed over and pulled her into his arms. “The chubby one is my wife.” Vivienne Ashford: ??? Why isn't the story following the script?! Gossip spread through the military compound every day: Cold-faced Commander Greystone really dotes on his wife. They shut the door and climbed into bed before dark, then huffed and puffed as they washed the sheets at first light… Vivienne Ashford said weakly, “Divorce! The baby really isn't yours!” Nathaniel Greystone held her even tighter. “A military marriage can't be dissolved! If my wife gives birth to it, then it's mine!!” Her mother-in-law fiercely took her side. What was even more unexpected was that their chubby daughter-in-law was actually the biological daughter who had been missing for years.

Little Rosie had a rough start in life. At one year old, her grandmother abandoned her deep in the mountains. Her mother went mad from grief and fell into a coma, then was cast aside by her own husband. Two years later, three-year-old Rosie, having learned many skills from a kind Taoist priest, returned to the village to find her mother. By chance, she arrived just as her worthless father and unconscious mother were each remarrying. Her father’s face was ice-cold: "I don't have a daughter like you—you bring nothing but misfortune!" But Uncle Lawrence Merritt, the kind man who had taken her comatose mother into his home, embraced her: "Poor child, it's so good you've come back!" The whole village mocked Lawrence Merritt for taking in trash. Yet little Rosie smiled brightly: "Actually, I'm a lucky charm!" From then on, the Merritt family hunted in the mountains and fished in the rivers—returning with full catches every time. Their fortunes rose steadily; their days grew prosperous beyond measure. Her long-unconscious mother woke safely, adding joy upon joy by giving birth to two sturdy twin boys! Meanwhile, disaster struck her worthless father's household again and again—too late for regrets!