Iris Sinclair was the notoriously ugly woman of the military compound. Everyone said she had hit the jackpot, marrying Elliot Mercer, the man with the brightest future ahead of him. She had thought so too. Willingly, she managed the household, bore children, and served her in-laws. By chance, Iris Sinclair discovered that Elliot didn't love her at all—that he secretly despised her for being ugly. Yet Iris Sinclair's face had been disfigured precisely because she had saved his life! Reborn in a single stroke, Iris Sinclair returned to the time before her marriage. Unexpectedly, Elliot had also been reborn. In this lifetime, Elliot married his longed-for stepsister. Iris Sinclair made no fuss, instead marrying the regiment commander introduced by her grandfather. After marriage, she happily settled into military life—raising children, making money, and sleeping with her man. Her once-ugly face gradually recovered its former beauty. Later, on a rainy night, Elliot knelt before Iris Sinclair's door, begging desperately: "Iris, I regret it—come back with me!" But he never even caught a glimpse of her. Instead, a tall, handsome man kicked him aside. The man stood imposing, his expression indifferent, a faint mark visible on his neck. "Scram. She's already carrying my child."

[Scumbag Burned at the Stake + Married First, Love Later + No Forgiveness] Aria Whitmore had been Mrs. Cedric Ashford for two years and walked away with nothing— except a marriage certificate Turns out, even that scrap of paper was fake She’d slaved to build his future while he treated her like a disposable tool Since he never treasured her, don’t blame her for taking everything back. Cedric Ashford always believed Aria was wrapped around his finger; once he wrung the last drop of use from her, he’d toss her a concubine’s title as charity The moment he thought victory was locked, word swept the capital: the bride in the city’s grandest wedding was—Aria Whitmore The long-lost sole heir the Marshal’s mansion had just welcomed home? Also Aria Whitmore. Only then did panic hit him; he scrambled to beg her to stay But Aria no longer cared. With power in her hands and gold in her coffers, why prop up a man who displeased her Besides, the husband she just married is drop-dead gorgeous—and fights tooth and nail to keep her.

Serena Chambers, the strongest cultivator of the 25th century, fails her tribulation and is struck by lightning, ending up in a third-rate small country with scarce spiritual power, becoming a useless lady who can't lift a thing. Serena Chambers remarks: No rush, face-slapping comes one at a time. Noble Green Spiritual Root? Well, she possesses the once-in-a-millennium Chaos Spiritual Root. Think being an alchemist is impressive? The pills Serena casually refines can turn a waste into a genius. Talismanic symbols are priceless? Serena Chambers offers the Five Thunder Talisman, striking with precision. Care to learn more? ... Once a useless being, she sheds her former self, leaping to become an unmatched genius admired by all. It's just that— Why does this aloof god before her look at her with increasingly fiery eyes?

Cecilia Sheffield's previous life was an absolute tragedy. Her biological parents abandoned their own two children to adopt a daughter from outside the family. To take the fall for their adopted daughter, she was sent to prison, beaten, humiliated—her entire life destroyed! Her younger brother, only fourteen years old, was beaten to death with sticks, dying with hatred in his heart. Carrying a sea of blood and deep vengeance, Cecilia was reborn through blood, returning to the moment when fate diverged! In this life, she would ruthlessly cut ties with her hypocritical, selfish biological parents—whoever wanted them could have them! Take the fall for someone else? Whoever made the mistake would bear the consequences—she would never repeat the same disaster! By chance, she awakened a spirit spring space, holding heaven-defying opportunities in her hands! Starting from the bottom as a driver, she rose through the ranks, securing military positions and skyrocketing her career. The younger brother she protected rose to become a top-tier research titan, with both siblings achieving godlike status together! Originally only wanting to make money, protect her brother, and live freely, she never expected that a cold, noble tycoon from the capital would fall for her at first sight. Madly pursuing his wife, doting on her to the bone!

Elara Whitfield only realized after her rebirth that she was the cannon fodder foil in a period novel—switched at birth, exploited by her biological family after being acknowledged, her entire miserable life serving only to highlight the female lead's happiness. She'd had enough. In this second chance at life, she opened her eyes to hear her birth mother saying outside the door: "Let her come back and acknowledge us, perfect for taking Crystal's place going to the countryside to suffer." Elara sat up, a cold laugh escaping her lips. "Whoever wants to be the foil can have it—this lady isn't playing along!" She refused to acknowledge the family, reported the Barlows for evading rustication along the way, and sent that white lotus packing. Then she boarded a train heading north, space in hand, ready to eat and drink well at the Great Northern Wilderness!

Strong male and female leads, dual-system dominance in the apocalypse. In the eighth year of the apocalypse, Charlotte Warren was tormented to death by her own family. Reborn before the catastrophe, she unexpectedly unlocks a storage dimension! Billions worth of supplies stockpiled! Rice, flour, meat, eggs, chocolate… hoarded to the brim! Sudden environmental collapse? Zombies running rampant? How about an indestructible fortress and an arsenal of weapons? Just when life seemed dull, Charlotte makes a startling discovery—her best friend can sprout plants from her hands, her cat breathes fire and slays with its claws, and her former subordinate's saliva heals wounds. Then one day, the young hunk she once saved returns—turns out he's the former CEO of an international energy conglomerate… and her fiancé?! Arriving in a zombie-drawn carriage, he kneels before her and declares: "Charlotte, marry me—I want to raise a family with you!" Charlotte trembles in disbelief… Since when did the Zombie King with a pocket dimension want to start a family with her?! What kind of madness is this?!

After three years of marriage, Natalie Weston still hadn't conceived. To provoke her husband, she put on a show and taunted him, "You're not up to par in bed—the experience is terrible. I'm trading you in for someone else!" The man narrowed his eyes. "Who?" "Someone with real stamina!" And so, the man proceeded to "demonstrate his abilities," giving her a whole new appreciation for his endurance. But before she could get pregnant, she was blindsided by divorce papers. He said coldly, "The mother of my child could be anyone." Heartbroken, Natalie left. Six years later, she made a grand return with a pair of adorable twins in tow—and the moment she stepped back into the spotlight, her hidden identities came crashing down: heir to the Divine Physicians' legacy, top-tier archaeology expert, genius gem appraiser, the true heiress to a billionaire fortune… She stunned the world! Meanwhile, the ruthless CEO who once claimed "anyone would do" was exposed—rumored to be infertile. But when she announced plans to remarry and take the children with her, the man finally snapped. Pinning her in a corner, his eyes red and voice hoarse with desperation, he whispered, "Ningning, I was wrong… The mother of my child can only be you."

In the 17th year of the Republic of China, barely after losing her adoptive parents, Lillian was sold by her uncle for ten silver dollars to the Marshal's estate—to be a "healing bride" for the young commander who was on death's door. Yet no one expected that the moment she took the Marshal's hand, the young commander—who had been comatose and clinging to life—suddenly opened his eyes! From that day on, the entire Marshal's estate began taking an unexpected turn: "Mm-hmm," she nodded cheerfully. "They say I'm adorable and want to help me~" Lillian clapped her tiny hands. "I'll accompany the Governor to gemstone gambling!" With a confident pat, Lillian explained, "The little squirrels know which stones have treasures—their noses are super sharp!" From then on, the Governor's mansion reversed its misfortunes, becoming the most prosperous household in the land—envied by all!

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.

Thomas Clarke had just been dumped by his gold-digging girlfriend and thought he'd hit rock bottom—until the Almighty Wealth System activated with a bang! [Host detected as undesirable. Reward: One luxury villa!] [Reward: Custom-made $30 million Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport!] [Bonus: $10 billion in cash + 10x spending rebate!] [First encounter with daughter detected. Reward: Max-level looks + supreme charisma!] Thomas Clarke: "Wait… since when do I have a daughter?" System: "You forgot your one-night stand with a peerless beauty ten years ago? You heartless scoundrel!" Thomas Clarke: "...My bad. I’ll marry her right away."

In her previous life, Serena Blackwood spent every waking moment fawning over her family—enduring, yielding, swallowing every grievance—just to hear four simple words on her fifteenth birthday: “Happy birthday.” That was all the system needed to extend her life; that was all she asked for a long, quiet existence. She gave them her heart, her lungs, her everything. They couldn’t even give her four syllables. The quest failed; she died in misery. Reborn in an instant, Serena Blackwood snapped awake and flipped the table on the spot. “Biased relatives? Get lost.” Once, she’d clung to the “family affection” meter to survive. Now she couldn’t care less. Every soul who wanders into her livestream is her family now. When the docile girl they used to ignore started streaming fortune-telling, the same relatives who once looked down on her poured in to watch the circus, waiting for her to make a fool of herself. Someone sneered, “A decent girl picking up cheap tricks—she’ll disgrace herself sooner or later.” Serena Blackwood’s eyes were ice, her voice reckless and wild. “I read fortunes with real skill, rack up popularity to keep breathing—who are you to judge?” The crowd came ready to roast her. Then prophecy after prophecy hit the mark; every divination proved dead-on. Big shots from every corner flooded in, fawning and protecting her—she became the collective baby of the internet. The family that once froze her out now clawed at their hearts in regret. The high-and-mighty male lead drowned in remorse and launched a marathon chase, only to find himself in a crematorium of his own making—no second chances, no way back.

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

"My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him." Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack—until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her. But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale. For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares. When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken. Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged: ☽ That night wasn't an accident ☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift ☽ And now every Alpha—including her ex-husband—will fight to claim her Too bad she's done being owned. *** Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric. "You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine." A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you." "You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."

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.

Caroline was rejected by her mate of four years, because she was scentless.A flaw no werewolf could accept. Her mate proposed to her cousin instead. That night, heartbroken and humiliated,she let her best friend drag her to a masquerade ball. She gave herself to a masked Alpha, mysterious and devastatingly handsome. They didn't exchange names. Just one wild night of hard kisses and rough touches. He pinned her against the wall, his powerful body grinding into hers while she moaned beneath his hungry mouth. What she thought would be a sweet one-night affair turned into an unexpected pregnancy. Three years later, Caroline has rebuilt her life in a new pack, hiding her past and raising her son. But her new boss, Alpha Draven, is ruthless, controlling, and dangerously attractive... Especially those violet eyes, the same ones she sees in her son every day. Alpha Draven torments her at work, yet she challenges him at every turn. He doesn't know she's the woman he's been searching for since that fated night. While he's still hunting for his true mate, He has no idea she's already in his office... and has been raising his heir.

[Beijing-elite crown prince × soft and sweet miracle doctor + foil couple + marriage-first-love-later + army-life daily] Lydia Chambers is the granddaughter of a once-exiled renowned physician. Raised by her grandfather, she mastered acupuncture so exquisitely it bordered on sorcery Yet the fiancé she cherished, Shaun Shepherd, secretly sneered at her as a “bumpkin ignoramus.” An engineer who fancied himself bound for greatness, he clung to a threadbare connection with the Pemberton family and let his nose climb ever higher. In front of a crowd Shaun Shepherd shredded their betrothal token and humiliated Lydia Chambers: “Lydia Chambers, a country girl who’s seen nothing of the world—how could you possibly be Mrs. Shaun Shepherd? I’m calling off this engagement. I’m aiming for real heights, not deadweight like you!” Onlookers buzzed, waiting for her to become a laughingstock: “Without Engineer Shen, a girl from a disgraced family can only marry some dirt-poor farmer.” No one expected Lydia Chambers to turn around and marry the man ten years her senior, the rumored ice-cold Jasper Pemberton, and follow him to the army to start a brand-new life. From that moment, Lydia Chambers and Shaun Shepherd became the sharpest contrast: Shaun Shepherd squeezed into a cramped, damp tube-building, pinching pennies over rice and oil, brows locked in worry; Lydia Chambers lived in a detached white villa on the military compound. Jasper Pemberton shed every ounce of his stern authority, sat beside her, and patiently peeled grapes: “Lydia, slow down. I’ll peel more if you want.” Shaun Shepherd begged everyone he knew, swallowing countless snubs, just to get a bicycle coupon; Lydia Chambers rode in a toasty jeep, treating the wives of high-ranking officers with her miraculous hands. She earned respect and so many gifts her arms ached. Outsiders whispered that Jasper Pemberton had married Lydia Chambers only to cure his old injuries; there was no true affection That rumor was shattered by Shaun Shepherd himself. One day, desperate, Shaun Shepherd tried to use his “Pemberton-family relative” card to ask Jasper Pemberton for a decent job He pushed open the door—and his jaw hit the floor. The man who before others was all iron authority and zero smiles had Lydia Chambers pinned against the door, foreheads touching: “Lydia, give your husband one more needle… cure lovesickness. When I can’t see you, everything hurts.” Lydia Chambers gave a coquettish push, eyes sparkling: “Stop cheating—acupuncture can’t cure lovesickness.” Jasper Pemberton simply pulled her into his arms, chin resting on her hair: “Then just hug me. That’ll do.” Shaun Shepherd froze, face full of question marks: ?? This was the frosty Uncle Pei he’d never dared approach The crown prince of Beijing’s elite, whom he’d tried so hard to court yet couldn’t even meet—actually pleading and clinging to Lydia Chambers like this? [Spoiler alert] The male lead Jasper Pemberton is ten years older than the female lead, the ultimate doting “daddy-type” husband, fiercely protective. He spoils the soft miracle doctor into a little army princess. The foil-couple satisfaction is maxed out; the scumbag ex is eaten alive by regret. No angst, only sugar and healing army-life fluff!

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.

Evan needs money fast, so he goes to the only one who will give him the money, Donovan Steele. Donovan is a billionaire who owns 'Desire' A world famous agency that actors would only dream on being represented by, when Donovan meets Evan, they strike up a contract, Donovan gets what he wants, and Evan gets what he wants, and in return they get to explore each others new and exciting attraction to one another.

[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!

[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!