[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.

[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!

When Ava Reed, a polished city girl with a too-soft smile, lands in a rough little backwoods town, everyone assumes she won't last a week. Then Nathan West—the town's feared, broad-shouldered fixer with ice-cold eyes—sets his sights on her. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't hesitate. He simply decides she's coming home with him. What no one sees is that Ava's sweetness is a mask. She's got a secret hidden space, survival instincts, and a temper that swings back harder than it looks. A "gentle" bride who hits back, and a hard man who worships her like a treasure—no cheating, no angst, just shameless devotion, found-family warmth, and a love so sweet it turns everyday life into pure honey.

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."

In her last life, Christine Douglas was swindled out of her money by a scumbag, endured domestic violence, and died a miserable death Her whole family perished in the bitter cold of exile and re-education Luckily, right before death, she obtained a miraculous pocket dimension and a chance to return to the past Without hesitation, she killed the scumbag with her own hands, emptied his entire house, and stockpiled mountains of supplies Back in the 1970s, the scumbag tries to beat her, hides her letters, and swallows her inheritance Christine Douglas: Reported! Off to the Great Northern Wilderness to drink the wind with your whole family She survives natural disasters, clears her name, and leads her family back to the city to strike it rich—while the scumbag’s clan chugs northwest wind in the wilderness Along the way, she also picks up a quietly protective, drop-dead gorgeous guy Life is sweet, sweet bliss~

Stella Avery, the only daughter of the richest man on the planet, had just picked up her limited-edition supercar when, while rubber-necking from a bridge, the crowd collapsed the iron span—and she plunged straight into a melodramatic period novel. She woke up as the capitalist heiress of Harbor City in the book: the original owner was arrogant and vicious, always at odds with the heroine, and ended up dying a miserable death. Armed with the plot, Stella Avery sneered: whoever wants to be cannon fodder can be; she only wants to make money and torment scum—she won’t wrong herself for anyone. Her stepmother plots to send her to the countryside? She plays along, then flips the script and ships the whole step-family to the barren northwest to eat dirt. Her stepsister wants to steal her opportunities and marry her off to a deadbeat? Stella slips her a fertility potion and lets the girl reap what she sowed. A mountain of ancestral assets at home? She opens her massive harbor-space and empties the place—down to the one hair for the parasites. Once the mess is cleaned up, she rolls her bedding and heads to the countryside overnight—only to run straight into her childhood betrothed: Chandler Hawthorne. The man has sword-sharp brows, star-bright eyes, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Already a regimental commander at a young age, he hands over his salary and does all the housework—utter perfection. Stella slaps the table on the spot: this marriage, I’m taking it! After a lightning wedding and moving to the army base, she lands an official post; her surgical genius slips out and she becomes the revered “saintly hand.” Pregnancy after pregnancy follows, and she’s pampered by her husband and every bigwig in sight—life is pure bliss.

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!"

The mini-drama “Perfect New World” is now streaming [Group Darling + Showbiz + Golden Finger + Sweet Love] Vivian Hartley was the ace supporting-actress of the Quick-Travel Bureau—until she woke up in a fake-heiress novel Her twenty-year scam as the counterfeit daughter had just been exposed Years of mission experience told her the script: make Mom, Dad, and friends loathe her and adore the real heiress instead. So she began to raise hell—shrieking at her parents, storming into the entertainment industry, and surfing every skill she’d picked up across worlds No stunt double for sword dances, music, chess, calligraphy and painting all maxed; brushwork so light it startled swans; acting that possessed the camera; pulse-taking, acupuncture—nothing missed. Jaws dropped everywhere. She mocked the true heiress, sure universal hate would follow. Dad & Mom Jiang: “Looks like Vivian still needs space— move out for now.” CEO Big Brother: “Don’t be mad, Vivian; whatever gift we gave her, you get one too.” Pop-star Second Brother: “As long as Vivian’s happy. Wants to debut? I’ll pave the red carpet myself.” Fans: “Our pampered princess is such a brat—I’m obsessed.” On a variety show they made her call her latest contact to borrow cash. The cold, regal movie emperor—also underground tycoon of Imperial Capital—chuckled on speaker: “Three hundred bucks? I’ll wire thirty billion as betrothal money.” The studio exploded. The longer she stayed, the more things felt off. The “novel” she thought she’d transmigrated into was actually… homecoming. P.S. Heroine slacks early, face-slaps later; high copper content—skip if that’s not your taste. Please skim comments before diving in!

On their wedding night, Athena's husband left for abroad with his mistress—without a word. Unfazed, she quickly found a new lover: a stunning young man with a killer physique, fierce yet adorably clingy. For three blissful years, she lived on her own terms—free, bold, and unrestrained. But when her estranged husband unexpectedly returns, Athena calmly handed her loyal companion a check. "Sweetheart, this is where we end." She never expected him to seize her wrist, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you really think you can just toss me aside? Do you even know who I am?" She had dismissed him as nothing more than a pretty face—until, at a high-society birthday party, she encountered the rumored heir of a powerful family, a man so influential even the elite trembled before him. And he looked exactly like her discarded lover. Now, with his piercing gaze fixed on hers, he approached slowly and whispered, "Did you really think a check could get rid of me?" Athena's world tilted, and she realized this dangerous game was far from over.

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.

Before her rebirth, she was the heiress of an ancient and mysterious clan of divine physicians—yet her own mother turned her into a puppet, her younger sister stole her identity, and her boyfriend toyed with her until she died in misery, no one even collecting her corpse. Reborn and armed with otherworldly gifts, she returns to face a mother’s counterfeit love, a sister’s hypocritical kindness, and a scumbag ex’s lingering schemes. She only has one thing to say: heh-heh… soon you’ll find out exactly why roses are red. They call her trash, ugly, talentless—no healing skills, no martial power, bottom of the class and stone-faced to boot? Healing: she can pull the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bare bone. Martial arts: rank herself second and no soul dares claim first. Academic loser? She tops every year and pockets so many scholarships her hands cramp. Stone-faced? Please—the global heart-throb everyone calls “National Male God” is none other than hers truly. So why has this all-powerful young emperor—infamous for his rabid hatred of women—drag her home in the middle of the night? The devastatingly gorgeous emperor: “Ten billion. Be my empress.” “Dude, I’m a man. Ugh—I mean I’m supposed to be a guy.”

In her past life, Lilith had made countless sacrifices for her family, constantly yielding and compromising. In return, she had been met with heartless betrayal. Her four brothers had stood by as kidnappers broke her limbs—all for the sake of their adopted sister. Her husband had been even crueler—he pushed her down the stairs while she was pregnant, causing the deaths of both her and their unborn child. Now reborn, Lilith refused to repeat her past mistakes. Her scumbag ex-husband might be the heir to a wealthy family, but she wanted nothing to do with him. She threw the divorce papers in his face and cut him out of her life. As for her self-serving brothers, their fate was no longer her concern. When her ex was betrayed by his so-called "angel," Lilith watched with satisfaction, applauding his downfall. This time, she would reveal the talents she had once kept hidden, vanquishing her enemies and rising as a force that would blind everyone with her brilliance. Even better, she now had three adoptive brothers who cherished her as if she were their entire world. Derek: "Our little Lilz is soft and delicate. No one had better bully her!" Liam: "Lilz is afraid of the dark, so don’t go scaring her." Zane: "Lilz, don’t look back. A good horse never returns to where it has grazed." Everyone around them was on the verge of tears. Was this gentle and adorable herald of disasters really timid? Afraid of the dark? How could anyone lie so blatantly with a straight face?! Who would dare bully her?!?!?! Then, her scumbag ex-husband came groveling back, kneeling with bloodshot eyes full of regret. "Lilz, I was wrong. You’ve always been my one and only."

Celebrity Chef Emily Reed suddenly found herself transported back to the 1970s, reborn as an overweight village girl whose reputation had been ruined by a scumbag's schemes. Even more absurdly, the moment she opened her eyes, she was forced into a compromising situation with a cold, aloof male intellectual sent to the countryside for re-education. The scumbag promptly called off their engagement, and the entire village clamored for her to take responsibility for the young man. Emily Reed: "No thanks, this isn't trouble—it's destiny and a golden opportunity rolled into one!" She thought she'd married an ordinary intellectual, but it turned out her husband was a powerful figure from the capital living undercover! Shedding his rugged disguise, he revealed himself as a high-ranking official and an utterly devoted, doting husband. "Sweetheart, earning money is exhausting—let me take care of you," he offered. Watching Emily thrive in both career and love, her scumbag ex-husband was green with regret: "I was wrong—please take me back!" Emily wrapped an arm around her influential husband and retorted with a smile, "Too late. My spatula is for cooking, not for scraping up trash!"

Roselyn White transmigrated into the real daughter who'd just been found in the seventies? She's about to be married off to a comatose officer in place of her stepsister—just to bring him luck! Her scumbag dad's cheating, her stepmom rules the house, and her stepsister stole her entire life? She says “I do” without blinking—empties Dad's wallet, nabs Sis's spatial treasure, and walks into her in-laws' house only to be doted on like a team pet. She uncovers how her birth mother really died and slaps the whole rotten family into line. Oh, and she casually wakes her vegetable husband— Planning to divorce and dash once he's conscious, she instead finds herself pinned to the wall in a scorching kiss: “You kissed me, hugged me while I was out. Now that I'm awake, don't even think about running.”

【Showbiz + Mind-Reading + Gossip-Craving + Unhinged Chaos】 Celeste Beddington transmigrated into a third-rate entertainment-novel extra—a washed-up starlet and the fake-heiress foil to the real-deal heroine Her scripted fate: keep stirring trouble until the heroine ships her off to a foreign black market and she dies miserably. Gossip System: 【Host, just quietly eat melons and rack up “explosive points” to rewrite your ending!】 Celeste Beddington sneers: Pass. Die now, die later—same difference. I’m going full rabid and taking everyone with me. At the family recognition banquet, green-tea fake sister Roslyn Beddington floats over with a tearful apology—Celeste Beddington boots her straight into the koi pond. 【Still pretending to be some pure little fairy? Wasn't you who slipped Dad's room key to that wannabe idol?】 CEO Dad: “!” When the A-list heartthrob her original self adored shows up, Celeste Beddington greets him with a face-shattering slap. 【Thought you could shortcut twenty years by climbing into Mom's bed? Dream on.】 Award-winning Mom: “!!” 【Tsk, talked Big Bro into a scam project—when it imploded he lost billions. One co-investor went bankrupt, tracked him down, and hacked him to death. Investment prodigy snuffed just like that—shame.】 Investment-genius Big Bro: “!!!” 【Sigh, the rest of the brothers don’t fare any better!】 Whole family: Which part is bad—spit it out! On variety shows Celeste Beddington stays reliably unhinged. Netizens start out hating her harder—until through her they catch: America’s Sweetheart popping squat in the wild… The ripped action hero twerking in lacy lingerie… Comments: Can’t stop watching! More! Daily dose please! While she snacks on melons and wreaks havoc, all five brothers’ personas collapse—and they start spoiling her rotten… Even the final boss villain keeps looking at her like she's cracked reality itself…

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.

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

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."

In her last life, her husband had sent Vivian Hawthorne’s son to donate bone marrow to save the daughter of his white moonlight—only to discover the girl was never sick at all Vivian Hawthorne’s child was murdered by that same white moonlight Heart shattered, Vivian leapt from the hospital rooftop Yet fate spun backward; she awakened at the very moment the tragedy began This time she steps into the game herself, vowing to make the white moonlight pay in blood.

Modern-day powerhouse Aria Spencer unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a pampered young woman from the 1970s. Opening her eyes, she found herself the cherished jewel of her family. The original host was doted on by ten older brothers and younger siblings, treasured like their very lives. Yet she was schemed against by a malicious, reincarnated rival, kidnapped by human traffickers, and met a tragic end. The reborn Aria Spencer sneered: "Hmph." Revenge was a must—blood debts must be paid in blood! She slaughtered traffickers, crushed scum beneath her heel, her blade sharp but hidden, carving a path of vengeance. Her family? She protected them. Her brothers? She spoiled them. Her enemies? She trampled them underfoot. The plot? Hers to command! With a spatial cheat at her fingertips and a mystical spring at her disposal, resources were never in short supply: While others struggled in poverty, her family feasted on meat and broth; While others wore rags, her household dressed finer than city folk. Her plan? Get rich, secure land, and build an empire—until a certain cold-faced soldier caught her eye. Rumors said he was ascetic, aloof, and indifferent to women. But reality? He handed over his entire paycheck, took care of chores without being asked, crushed her enemies by day, and... attended to her needs by night. Aria Spencer: "What's his deal? Chasing me till my heart flutters—that's cheating!" But then again... he was handsome, formidable, powerful, and utterly devoted. Fine then—she'd spoil him right back!