[Alternate-era + Ancient-to-Modern Time-Travel + Pocket Space + Military Marriage + Gourmet Foraging & Sea-Harvest + Double-Virgin Favoritism] After three years of mourning, Josephine Sullivan returned, her late mother’s dying wish in hand, and set off for the military district to seek out her father and brothers—ready to honor the betrothal arranged since childhood. Before she could even steady her footing, her stepmother’s daughter had already swaggered into her fiancé’s courtyard under her name. Her grandfather couldn’t stomach it and gave her two choices: “Stay in the compound and I’ll find you a better match, or go to the island where your real brother is stationed and pick whichever officer catches your fancy.” Josephine arched a brow and laughed—was there even a choice? While her father was still wracked with guilt, she briskly raided his private stash, demanding ration tickets and supplies until her stepmother’s face turned green, then hopped straight onto the train bound for the island. At the same moment, far away on the island, Sebastian Ashford received his grandfather’s telegram: “Your sister is coming—see her properly wed.” He brimmed with joy at the thought of his little sister’s arrival, but a mission injury had him flat on his back. He could only ask his best friend, Jonathan Thornton, to meet her. On the platform, Josephine spotted the man holding a sign with her name and her eyes lit up. She launched herself at him in a bear hug. “Big brother—” Her voice was honey-sweet, her whole body clinging to him, long hair brushing his neck. Jonathan froze, his mind replaying his buddy’s words—“my sis is a chubky little dumpling.” Yet the girl in his arms was snow-white skin, a waist slender as willow, and eyes like a startled deer brimming with water—heart-stoppingly delicate. His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth; his Adam’s apple bobbed. Liar of a dumpling. That “big brother” dripped sugar straight into his bones. He allowed her closeness, even coveted the thrill. Until she asked softly, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” He lowered his head, eyes dark, voice husky: “Little girl… do you even know who you’re teasing?”

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.”

CEO Clara Bates transmigrates into a novel and becomes the cannon-fodder sister-in-law used as a foil for the male and female leads! The original owner was timid, bullied, and locked up in a psychiatric ward? With a new soul inside, Clara Bates starts wrecking everyone on the spot! First—split the family! Snatch everything from the mother-in-law and sister-in-law, driving the ungrateful wolves insane! Then she clings tight to her officer husband for backup and builds a booming career— At first the officer husband stays cool and unruffled—until Clara Bates decides money is all she wants and she doesn’t need a husband. He loses it completely, corners her, and demands, “Take both—me and your career, all right?”

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.

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."

[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!

Serena Collins returned home to reunite with her long-lost family, only to find the Su family living in squalor worse than a doghouse. Her father was in prison, her mother gravely ill, and her six brothers either disabled or down on their luck. The fake heiress who had taken her place had long since fled, clinging to someone else’s coattails. Everyone laughed at her for inheriting a mess, but with a single command, her hidden network of elites emerged from the shadows. Her father was freed, her mother miraculously recovered, and her eldest brother—once confined to a wheelchair—smashed bricks in a stunning display of rehabilitation. The other five brothers rose to become top talents in their fields. When people mocked her as some backwater child bride, her countless identities came tumbling out: miracle doctor, master of traditional painting, queen of hackers—all of them her. The Crown Prince of the Empire pulled her protectively into his arms. "She's my fiancée!" Serena arched a brow. "Changed your mind about calling off the engagement?" He gripped her hand tightly. "After searching for you all these years, my one and only love—I’d rather die than let you go."

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 King of Hell, Vivian Grant, sacrificed her own body to weave threads of souls into lamps. After exhausting her karmic merits, her soul transmigrates into the body of the fake rich daughter Vivian Grant, who had been driven out of her family. Faced with a dire starting point of poverty and ruin, Vivian Grant begins her live-streaming journey. With a pair of "Fate-Piercing Eyes," she can see through the past and foresee the future. Armed with a Judge's Pen: With one stroke, she determines life and death. With a second stroke, she decides right and wrong. Her predictions leave the viewers of her live-stream utterly terrified, calling them thrilling and addictive. From then on, "Master Grant" becomes a household name, with her divination skills highly sought after. Later, Vivian Grant's identity is exposed. The viewers: What the heck?! Master Grant is actually Vivian Grant, the infamous persona who was cyberbullied out of the entertainment industry?! For a while, the entire city of H was in uproar. Meanwhile, the real rich daughter of the Grant family, along with her three brothers, becomes restless. Ashton Grant: Hmph, a cult fraud! Vivian Grant: You caused someone's death. Miles Grant: No matter what you do, you'll never compare to my dear Claire.! Vivian Grant: You plagiarized, copied others' work, abused cats, and killed dogs. Alexander Grant: It's all just attention-grabbing nonsense. Vivian Grant: And you hired hitmen to commit murder. Agatha Grant: Vivian, you've become so unfamiliar. Vivian Grant: You bully and spread false rumors about others, ruining their lives. The following day, major media outlets widely reported: A genius neurosurgeon, known for snatching lives from the grasp of death, ends up causing the death of two patients and threatening their families. A renowned novelist plagiarizes and steals, destroying the original author. A top idol hires a hitman for attempted murder. A frontline celebrity reveals their two-faced nature—on the surface, engaging in charity work, but behind the scenes, spreading gossip, bullying, and committing outrageous acts beyond redemption. Later, a certain film emperor cornered Vivian Grant: "Master Grant, why not read my fortune and tell me who my true love is?"

She never expected to wake up one week before the apocalypse, but Seraphina Ashford did—clutching a 68-million-yuan lottery ticket and a single vow: stockpile water, hoard food, and keep her brother—who died so horribly last time—alive this round. No more regrets. Then the Spirit Spring System activated by accident. Inside the plain jade bracelet hides an entire mystical realm: an infinite warehouse, marrow-cleansing springs, fertile fields, extinct immortal herbs. While Seraphina Ashford slays zombies, digs out crystal cores, and keeps unlocking hidden system perks, her pockets grow heavier by the hour. But who is this man so lazy he’ll nap in a zombie nest? She handed him one candied-haw skewer on a whim, and now he won’t leave. Fine—his powers are monstrous; she’ll reluctantly keep him as a bodyguard. “Felix Rivers, watch it! What kind of bodyguard sleeps in his employer’s bed?!” The two brothers are furious. They thought they’d picked up a bargain bodyguard—cheap, effective, and grateful for three meals a day. Turns out the guy doesn’t just want their cooking; he’s set his sights on their precious little sister.

Before being reborn, Sophia Collins and Alexander Quinn were recognized arch-rivals. She despised Alexander Quinn to her very core. But it wasn't until a devastating fire that ruined her face and voice, leaving everyone to loathe her, that he held her tightly and said, "Star, don't be afraid, I'm here." Only then did Sophia Collins realize that the person she hated most was the one who loved her beyond anything in this world. In her dying moments, he embraced her tightly, his cold lips near her ear, his voice hoarse with pleading, "Star, love me, will you?" Sophia Collins cried out her love in heart-wrenching agony, but her words were no longer within his reach to hear. The day she was reborn happened to be on the red carpet of an award ceremony. The man's features were unparalleled, exuding dignity and indifference as he leaned against the car. In one glance, Sophia Collins's world contained him alone. She ignored everything, sprinting across the red carpet towards him to kiss his lips. This time, she repaid him with the "I love you" that he had never heard. My star, whether you're radiantly brilliant or dimmed by dust, I'll embed you into my flesh and blood, through life and death! Because, in my heart, you'll always be the most beautiful star.

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.

【Real vs. Fake Heiress + Multiple Hidden Identities + Pampered by the Whole Family + Face-Slapping Scumbags + No Angst, Maximum Sweetness】 Rumor has it the fake heiress the Whitmore family adopted is a good-for-nothing who skips class, picks fights, and commits every crime in the book After she was booted back to the slums, the city applauded. Little did they know— The aloof Film Emperor is her big brother, The legend of the medical world is her second brother, The globally worshipped racing god is her third brother Word is, she also has several big sisters whose identities are off the charts… The crowd sneered: “So what? Even the strongest trump cards can't save a train-wreck sister.” The next second— The stock-market tycoon bows and calls her “Ancestor.” The tech titan greets her as “Senior.” The top hacker kneels and shouts, “Master.” And the most mysterious mogul in all of Imperial Capital drops to one knee, coaxing in a soft whisper: “Give me a title, hmm?” Imperial City explodes!

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.

Lana Reyes was the daughter of the leader of one of the most powerful biker gangs in the US, Samuel Reyes. When his second in command, Ryder Donovan, was released from his 3 year sentence he was welcomed back to the gang instantly. When Lana runs into him for the first time in 3 years she discovers just how closed off her friend had become. Will he stay closed off from the woman that used to be one of his closest friends or will he give in to the feelings he had for her all those years ago?

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."

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!

She stormed into the presidential suite to call off their engagement—only to barge into a stranger's room by mistake. Planning to slip away unseen, she was stunned when, the very next morning, the capital's golden heir showed up at her door: "Miss, you really thought you could run off after spending the night with me?" She shot back, "Sorry, you've got the wrong woman." He slapped a tablet down on the desk. "Need a replay of just how…enthusiastic you were?"

"Did you marry me just for revenge?" In Mia's previous life, she was tortured to death and the only person who truly loved her was a man she met a few times. To save her, Justin was killed. After regaining her life, she was determined to protect the people she loved, build her own business empire, and make her tormentors suffer! But as she implements her plan step by step, she doesn't realize his love for her knows no bounds, but why? As she goes further, she learns that she's messed with someone even more terrifying, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Since then, she's used him to torment her enemies by day and to please him in any way she can by night ......

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!