Cast out overnight and mocked as a fraud, Emma fled to the countryside, only to uncover a world she never expected. Her grandmother, a hidden tycoon, commanded wealth beyond imagination, while her long-lost parents were revealed as national researchers. Before she could process it all, Edward—a ruthless figure from the capital—cornered her with an unyielding demand: "Marry me, and the world is yours." When her adoptive family crawled back, begging forgiveness, Emma’s icy glare was her only reply. "Leave."

A top-tier international agent transmigrates into an obscure, third-rate celebrity. Entertainment industry's notorious "poisonous weed," the washed-up star Nicole Murray, dubbed the "Flower of Vice," joins the survival reality show Desperate Escape, only to be mocked by the entire internet, with everyone eagerly awaiting her downfall. Once filming begins, a snake appears in the wild. Crew and audience: "Aaaaahhhh! Help!" Nicole Murray, eyes gleaming with delight: "Ah! Delicious!" A cute little squirrel hugs a nut. Other guests: "Aww, the squirrel is adorable!" Nicole Murray, eyeing the nuts: "Hand them over!" The squirrel's entire stash is promptly looted. Nicole Murray sets a trap and catches a wild rabbit, roasting it over a fire. A young heartthrob protests in outrage: "How could you eat bunny?!" Nicole Murray smirks coldly: "Back the hell off my rabbit, or I'll roast you into relics next." Nicole Murray slaps a water-soaked sanitary pad onto his forehead to cool him down. Guest X (before the show): "Who'll be the first to get eliminated? Definitely Nicole Murray." Guest X (after the show): "I'm starving to death, and Nicole Murray is out here feasting on skewers and singing like it's a damn party!" The crowd: ...What kind of script is Nicole Murray holding?! Director: I told you already—there is no script! Aaaargh! Before the show aired, viewers: Nicole Murray is a fake-faced plastic rose! Get her off the show! After the show aired: Director, can you give our Queen Nicole more screen time? Thanks. Nicole Murray: Men? They only slow down my blade.

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.

In her past life, Katherine Bishop had been betrayed by her husband and sister, stripped of her dignity, and burned alive—her death filled with unrelenting hatred. Reborn, she set her sights on the most powerful man in the southern kingdom—Alexander Griffin. By the steamy springs, she offered herself with a bold proposition: "I'll cure your Butterfly Curse. In return, make me your queen." If she was going to climb, she might as well cling to the mightiest tree. Alexander Griffin, entranced by the cunning beauty before him, smirked. "The title of queen is yours." Now safely under his protection, Katherine wielded both medicine and poison with deadly precision. Ruined and forced into servitude? She would rise higher—claiming the War King himself, cutting down her enemies without hesitation. Deceived and used until she had nothing left? This time, she would be the hunter, ensuring vengeance struck at her command—no mercy, no delay. But later, when Katherine tried to vanish after taking everything she wanted, the indomitable War King refused to let go. Threats and sweet words failed—so he resorted to chains. "My darling," he growled, "you belong to me—now and forever."

In her last life, she trusted the wrong man and watched her family crumble. After three years of torment in a psychiatric ward, she was burned alive by the mistress. Reborn with a heart full of vengeance, she returned to the moment when every tragedy began. From that day on, the sweet, clueless heiress everyone dismissed became ruthless and decisive. The mastermind behind a business empire? That's her. The shadowy hacker king? Still her. The overnight global superstar? Again, her. Both mistress and scumbag are now trampled under her heels. Rumor has it that a notoriously brutal tycoon—powerful enough to blot out the sun—has secretly married a mysterious woman, spoiling her to an outrageous degree. Netizens launched an overnight deep-dive to unmask the bride, only to discover… the precious darling cradled in the arms of the ultimate boss is none other than her.

Evelyn Ashford became the cannon-fodder supporting female in a period drama, fated to have her jade space, family fortune, and even her own little brother snatched away by the heroine. According to the script, her whole family would die tragically, while the heroine would ride their corpses straight into the male lead’s arms and ascend to the pinnacle of life. Evelyn laughed. “I know this script by heart but this time, I’m the one writing it.” She bound the spatial jade before anyone else could, then packed off her scheming uncle who’d been drooling over the inheritance along with his entire family to hard labor in the Great Northwest. After that, she took the fortune and her brother and sauntered off to the countryside. The heroine was dumbfounded. Where’s my golden finger? Where’s my inheritance? Where’s my backup little brother? Evelyn didn’t even look back. “Yours? Got your name on it?” Life in the countryside turned out sweeter than expected. She gathered herbs on the hills, hauled river delicacies from the streams, and occasionally gave the villagers a few acupuncture sessions. From being treated as an outsider, she rose to be revered as a miracle doctor; the county hospital begged her three times to take a post. Then one day, she picked up an injured man by the roadside…

Sang Yian almost worked herself to death with overtime, but after being resuscitated, she quit her job promptly and opened a small supermarket. But her friends and relatives were skeptical, thinking it would surely fail. Sang Yian could care less, she didn't aim to earn a lot of money, just enough to satisfy her daily needs and avoid working late nights. Who would have guessed that her supermarket would become a haunt every midnight at 12pm, attracting customers from various dimensions, making her work late nights after all. [A young prince from ancient times who is being hunted down comes to the supermarket. His eyes go round as saucers at the sight of refined salt, sugar, notebooks, and pens. He immediately unfastens the jade pendant he carries with him to exchange.] [A tribal chief from a primitive society, looking at farming tools and seeds, promptly offers a ginseng as thick as a carrot.] [A woman surrounded by zombies at the end of the world sees the gleaming white rice and can't even walk away. She immediately brings out a sparkling huge diamond and empties the supermarket of all edible food.] [A True Monarch of the Cultivation World, bored to death, comes to the supermarket. Seeing a TV drama on the screen, he insists on using a Rejuvenation Pill as payment despite the supermarket owner's refusal.] [A young aristocratic master from the Star Alliance sees green vegetables that have been extinct for thousands of years at the supermarket, and is so excited that he throws his personal mech at the owner and runs off with the vegetables.] ... Sang Yian: "..." Not only did her little supermarket not fail, it thrived more and more, and all kinds of bizarre goods began to appear, with customers coming in an unending stream every day. The Life Door began to question life. All of each host it had experienced became multimillionaires through it, attained both fame and fortune, were surrounded by beautiful women, and reached the pinnacle of life. Only this one, by her own power, had brought China directly to the pinnacle of the world!

[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.

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.

In her last life, her vicious husband and venomous mother-in-law joined forces to bring her to a wretched death. For three whole days, no one came to claim her body. Three days later, Benedict Crawford—the heir rumored to be richer than nations—traveled thousands of miles to this remote border town. The breathtakingly handsome man, eyes blood-red, clutched her bones in a fierce embrace and buried her with a fortune in gold. Nora Bridges opened her eyes again to find herself seventeen once more. This time, she refuses to obey her backward parents and marry the scum who destroyed her last life. This time, when she meets that same striking, noble, and devoted man—Benedict Crawford—Nora Bridges has only one thought: she will marry him and give him children! And Mr. Crawford has a single life goal: to cherish and protect Nora Bridges forever.

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

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.

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.

A feeble voice whispered in Queen Marsh's mind, and strange memories flooded her consciousness. She was bewildered. Was she no longer the almighty Queen Marsh of Ufrurg, but the pathetic Princess Zoe of Cruylia? Getting a new chance at life was rare, and she was determined to live a better life. Unhappy with her loveless marriage? Get a divorce! Siblings conspiring against her? Teach them a lesson they'll never forget! As she plotted her revenge and pursued her ambitions, a man she had never expected to see again begged her, "I can give you my life. Please don't leave me!"

The apex titan of the elite, the Whitmore Clan, has finally found its little princess—lost for more than three years and living rough on the streets. The moment the news breaks, the entire city reels. Theodore Whitmore slams the table: “Spoil her—spoil her rotten! Whatever we missed these three years, we’ll pay back tenfold!” The cold-eyed business emperor who commands a commercial empire—Eldest Uncle—lowers his gaze like a blade: “Every single person who ever bullied our cub will be hunted down and settled with.” Second Uncle, whose cooking skills are literally worshipped, answers gently, “From now on, all three meals of the day are on me. Every delicacy under heaven will be carried to her table.” Third Uncle, the star partner of a top-tier law firm, issues a warning: “Lay one finger on my baby and I’ll make sure you rot in prison till the end of time.” Add to them the miracle-working physician Fourth Uncle, the A-list movie king Fifth Uncle, the haute-couture genius Sixth Uncle, the wilderness survival legend Seventh Uncle, and the youngest uncle who rules the shadow realm… All eight superstar uncles deploy at once, pampering their niece with no ceiling in sight. If the little milk bun wants a star plucked from the sky, the uncles will fetch it; if she wants the moon fished from the water, they’ll scoop it up. Whatever she asks, the whole world is laid at her feet. Just as the tiny dumpling is being worshipped online as the happiest princess alive, the silent, all-powerful guardian who has watched over her from the shadows finally steps forward and stakes his claim in public: “Grainne is my daughter. Everything best in this world belongs to her alone.” The eight uncles unsheathe their metaphorical swords in unison, forming a wall in front of Grainne, aura blazing: “Want to steal our treasure? Get past all eight of us first!”

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find herself trans inside a novel—right after her real body had been declared brain-dead. She was now the stepmother of five future villains, and her brand-new husband had died on the battlefield almost as soon as the wedding ended. The five kids who would one day implode into blackened, plot-derailing disasters were still pitiful little things: hungry, cold, homeless. A “Villain-Correction System” shackled itself to her. Mission: farm, raise the cubs, give them a warm childhood so they’d grow up straight and bright and never break the storyline again. Just when everything was running smoothly, the system informed her that a father figure was essential to the villains’ healthy growth curve. While Serena Whitmore stared at that problem in despair, a tall, lean, devastatingly handsome man showed up at the gate. “Wife, I’m their dad.” The guy who’d supposedly collected his death-coupon in chapter one was suddenly alive—turned loyal-dog-slash-big-bad-wolf whose only hobbies were spoiling his wife and competing with his own children for her attention. Shameless man: “That’s my wife. If you want one go find your own.” Little radish-tops: “That’s our mama!” Man: “Not blood-related—doesn’t count.” Reading Notes Main tag: farming + child-rearing; daily chores and firewood-oil-salt-rice. Will NOT turn into palace-or-harem intrigue! Not happening! ML type: traditional loyal foodie on the outside, sly fox inside; career goal = spoil wife. Note: 1v1 double-clean!! (Kids are NOT related by blood!)

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

[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!

The era of martial arts revival has dawned, with savage beasts running rampant and the very heavens radiating killing intent! Yet against all odds, young Alex Harrison awakens a transcendent system, gifted with a peerless innate talent—Supreme Dominance! C-rank martial techniques? Mastered to perfection in three seconds! SSS-rank divine skills? Perfected within a single month! While others toil for a decade to grasp a technique, he achieves mastery in a single battle. Where some seclude themselves for centuries to comprehend a secret art, he learns it with just a glance! Alex Harrison smirks, scratching his head with feigned modesty. "Well... I guess my talent's kinda cheating, huh?"

Algernon Benson came back to life only to find his superstar girlfriend ready to dump him. Nobody knew his head was packed with endless songs, scripts, and blockbusters from another world. Sophia Allison: Algernon Benson, I'm a headline act and you're just… ordinary. We don't fit. It's over—stop clinging! Algernon Benson: Fine. From this second on, we’re square. Not long after, Algernon Benson exploded across the industry and was crowned the Entertainment King. Sophia Allison: Algernon Benson, I messed up—let's get back together. Algernon Benson: Get lost.