Frost Lawson opened her eyes and found herself transplanted into a period drama as the cannon-fodder ex-wife destined for a miserable end. On their wedding night, her husband abandoned her to “comfort” his widowed sister-in-law. Frost Lawson flipped the table on the spot, summoned the whole village to watch, tore the scumbag to shreds, and beat the white-lotus widow black and blue. They wanted to embezzle her father’s pension and seize his house? She took every last coin of their funeral savings too. They planned to trade her father’s military honors for promotions? Dream on—she stripped the man of every rank and ruined his future. Gossip claimed no one would want her after a divorce? She turned around and force-married the disgraced capitalist heir currently undergoing re-education—Lincoln York. From then on, their lives flipped upside-down. The scumbag and the widow went hungry; she and Lincoln York ate meat at every meal. The scumbag huddled in a drafty, leaking shack; she lived in a grand three-story villa. The scumbag, green with regret, knelt at her door begging to remarry. Lincoln York shielded her pregnant belly, voice icy yet possessive: “Darling, don’t look at him—he’ll dirty our baby’s eyes.” Before marriage, Lincoln York had loftily declared: I’ll never marry into a family, and certainly not a village girl. After marriage, the once-proud young master carried a washboard and pleaded pitifully: “Darling, please don’t make me sleep in the study tonight—I want to share your bed…”

In her previous life, her husband died early, and she strived alone to sustain the Marquis' mansion for thirty years. However, on her deathbed, she found her "deceased" husband was actually alive? Not only that, but he also had a house full of offspring with a concubine? She was literally infuriated to death. Upon resurrection, she vividly recognized the true face of the vampires within the Marquis' mansion! She ignored the messed-up situation at the mansion! Let them face their doom! Not just that, she counter-attacked and became the number one female merchant in the court, even catching the Emperor's eye! But why did the great treacherous minister, Xiao Mochen, who should have loved the moonlight, stick to her? He kept urging her to divorce, claiming to include her children in the Xiao family's genealogy!

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!

To ditch her cheating fiancé, Vivian Hartley disguises herself as ugly and ends up provoking her fiancé’s little uncle. One reckless night, Vivian tosses two hundred yuan on the nightstand, tosses off a cool “Service was decent,” and tries to walk away only to be yanked back into the man’s arms. “Isn’t it your turn to serve me now?” Quentin Blackwell is the name that makes Beijing tremble untouchable, unreachable. Rumor has it someone saw him pinning a woman to a wall and kissing her senseless. Everyone else shook their heads: impossible. Who could ever catch Master Blackwell's eye? Then came whispers that the woman might be Vivian. The crowd scoffed louder: even more impossible. The great beauty couldn't turn his head why would he look twice at an ugly duckling? Until someone spotted the aloof tycoon kneeling on one knee to slip a shoe onto Vivian's foot, coaxing her for just one kiss. The scum ex-fiancé finally sees her true face and begs forgiveness only to be kicked out the door by the man himself, followed by a marriage certificate flung in his face. “Call her Aunt.”

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?"

In her previous life, the true daughter of a prestigious compound family, Serena Langford, had her lifelong fortune stolen by a hypocritical foster sister. She suffered a brutal betrayal at the hands of her fiancé and foster sister, who conspired to have her kidneys and heart harvested while she lay conscious on a cold operating table, dying in agony. In her final moments, consumed by hatred, she poisoned the scumbag man, the vile woman, and their child—dragging all her enemies down to hell with her! Reborn in an instant, she returned to the very beginning of her tragedy. This time around, Serena Langford was ruthless and vindictive—a specialist in dealing with all manner of despicable villains! Her hypocritical foster sister put on an innocent act to scheme against her? She exposed that ugly facade on the spot, driving the foster sister to ruin and disgrace—paying back every cruelty tenfold! Her biased grandmother mistreated her and threatened to marry her off to some old bachelor? She struck back immediately—shipping that malicious old hag straight to a psychiatric ward! Her cruel scumbag father and vicious stepmother had swapped out and trafficked away her biological brother from their mother's side, stealing everything from her? She reported them without hesitation—sending that black-hearted couple straight to prison! Her indifferent second brother spewed venomous words while his wife aided his tyranny? She reported them one by one—stripping them of dignity until their families were destroyed and thoroughly reformed! Everyone who wronged or harmed her—she left none behind, settling accounts layer by layer without mercy! After crushing every despicable soul in sight, Serena Langford unlocked a portable spiritual spring space. Ruthlessly emptying out every asset from that wretched family home and sweeping away all wealth left by her birth mother—she left those cold-hearted relatives nothing but bare walls! Watching their hollowed-out home with police arriving at the door for arrests—the scumbag father collapsed from rage, vomiting blood in regretful tears—but it was far too late. Cutting off all toxic family ties completely clean,Serena Langford resolutely went down to the countryside traveling thousands of miles rescue trapped birth mother grandfather. Impoverished remote area lacking supplies? With spatial abilities business acumen she worried about nothing! Developing side businesses expanding sales channels leading village prosperity helping entire community escape poverty eat meat living thriving life. Through own efforts secured foreign exchange orders awarded National Outstanding Advanced Youth Model Worker title glorious achievements stunning entire county! Along road counterattack encountered mysterious base top commander Adrian Harrington. Scumbag who wronged previous life finally awakened begging pathetically reconciliation still delusionally wanting entangle! Adrian Harrington protectively shielded wife coldly rebuked: "Scram, this is my wife!"

Everyone believed Ye Liuyun was trash, even himself. No money, no talent, and no one he could rely on. Bully, scorn and laughter, that’s what he deserved. But Ye Liuyun never gave up working hard. One day things had changed. Ye Liuyun’s inner power was suddenly awakened. He could cultivate a divine level spirit and became a supreme hero. Slaying demons and exterminating devils, his adventures just started... Money, beauty and power, he would grasp everything in his hands...

After seven years of marriage, Adrian Bell remained as cold as ice, while Evelyn Grant continued to treat him with unwavering gentleness. She loved him deeply, believing that one day she could thaw his frozen heart. Yet, to her dismay, he fell head over heels for another woman at first sight, pouring all his affection into her. On Evelyn's birthday, she traveled thousands of miles, hopeful for a reunion with him and their daughter. Instead, he took their daughter to accompany his "white moonlight," leaving Evelyn utterly alone. At last, she understood—some waiting only leads to disappointment. Seven years of marriage. Perhaps it was time to call it quits. She signed the divorce papers, relinquishing everything. From then on, she vowed never to fight for love, never to compete for a man, never to raise a child—she would live solely for herself. Returning to the world of scientific research, she reclaimed her career. The woman once scorned by everyone effortlessly amassed a fortune worth billions. She dazzled the world, with countless influential figures flocking to her side. Meanwhile, Adrian Bell—the man who had once treated her with indifference—began visiting home more frequently, clinging to her tighter than ever. Evelyn Grant: "Mr. Bell, please sign the divorce papers." The man, always so aloof and proud, suddenly reddened, his eyes burning with madness. "Evelyn Grant," he growled, "don't you dare think about divorce!"

"Little bunny, little bunny. Wolf is HUNGRY!" The voice taunted me, followed by an evil cackle. "Run, rabbit. RUN!" A monstrous bellow boomed through the night sky and crashed into my soul like a sledgehammer. I could feel a chill sweeping across my body and my heart pounding in my chest. The echoes of howls and laughter followed me from behind as I ran for my life. Elisabeth's life had been harder than most since she was a child - a distant and often cruel mother and her never-ending cycle of addiction that had taken over her life. But on this fateful night, something far more sinister was lurking in the darkness, ready to take her away from it all. Massive figures appeared out of nowhere, growling and taunting her. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out; before she knew it, she was waking up in a world where Viking werewolves ruled with mysterious faeries at their side. Every five years, they traveled to the human realm, collecting ten girls for their mate run - and tonight, Elisabeth was one of them. With only a white dress and her bare feet, Elisabeth stood beside the other nine girls as the beasts prowled around them menacingly. A silver dagger pierced each of their wrists, signaling the start of the hunt! "We honor the moon goddess; let your blood lead your mate to you!"

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.

Her fiancé, disdainful of her as a fallen heiress who had borne children, sent her to a client's bed. The triplets promptly found themselves a dirt-cheap father with no money and no house. Everyone was laughing at Vivienne Hartwell. Yet after marriage, her life took off like she'd hit the jackpot—everything she wished for came true, as if blessed by the koi fish itself. Vivienne Hartwell figured her flash-marriage husband brought her good fortune. Until one day, she discovered that the richest man in a town featured on the finance channel looked exactly like her bargain-bin husband...

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.

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

Pharmaceutical researcher Tiffany Whitmore wakes up as the cannon-fodder foil to her cousin? Original host married a “phoenix man,” poured in everything, and suffered; cousin snagged a commander husband and bathed in luxury! Just as she’s ready to flip the script, the cousin—armed with prophetic dreams—throws a tantrum demanding they swap grooms? Tiffany Whitmore slaps the table and laughs herself silly: “This heaven-sent fortune is mine!” Commander father-in-law on death’s door? She keeps him alive with pure pharmaceutical know-how! Borderlands short on supplies? Her spirit-spring space has more than enough! Ice-cold officer husband? When the craving hits, she bites—then bolts! The cousin who stole the groom is left dumbstruck: The “phoenix man” she snatched turns out to be a deadbeat, becomes the commander’s wife—and the richest woman to boot! Even wilder: the once frosty officer morphs into Tiffany Whitmore’s devoted lapdog?

“Want it?” Lionel Shaw watched the flushed woman who had just thrown herself into his arms, voice lazy and low Rosalie Winters’s illness flared; she clenched her teeth and nodded A year into marriage, her husband Jasper Fletcher had never once touched her The deprivation bred hysteria—whenever it struck, she became insatiable The night she caught her husband secretly kissing a photo of her sister, she realized she’d been nothing but a stand-in The attack worsened; she fled to the hospital and ran into a young, gorgeous doctor She almost lost control on the spot—and nearly devoured him… Only to walk into work next morning and discover yesterday’s “intimate examiner” was the new CEO parachuted in from above Rosalie Winters planned to pretend they were strangers—only to be promoted straight onto the new president’s lap as his personal assistant. “Mr. President, I’m married. Planning to play homewrecker?” Inside the office he forced her astride his lap; her face burned crimson He bit her waist and kissed her: “Baby, forgot how you moaned ‘husband’ all night long?” Later Rosalie Winters remarried without looking back Her ex came crawling, eyes blood-shot: “Ranran, let’s start over! I’ll do anything—just don’t divorce me!” Rosalie Winters answered coldly: “Sorry, I’m not into eunuchs.”

After her mother's suicide, Anna called her father and uncle from the police station. Her father hung up without a word, while her uncle coldly told her to drop dead. Tears welled up in the three-year-old's eyes—until a large, warm hand settled gently on her head. "Want a dad?" With ruthless efficiency, Ethan Marks scooped up the sniffling little girl, tossed her into a sack, and carried her home. The entire family was in an uproar. Grandma, the iron-willed matriarch: "Bring over the latest luxury collections! My precious granddaughter gets first pick!" Billionaire Dad: "If anyone dares bully you, fight back. From now on, I'm your shield." Reclusive Uncle: "Sweetheart, all my earnings are yours. Be my daughter, won't you?" Older Brother, the family's little tyrant: "My sister is the cutest in the whole world!" Anna, who had braced herself for a life of misery, rubbed her big, doe-like eyes in utter bewilderment. Wait—was she actually the family's new treasure? Not one to take kindness for granted, little Anna repaid them in her own way. She chatted with flowers—and uncovered a corporate spy in her father's company. She whispered to grass—and miraculously healed her uncle's paralyzed legs. She confided in trees—and helped catch a murderer. She gossiped with cabbages—and discovered that her stern, no-nonsense grandfather was secretly henpecked. Every day was a whirlwind of jaw-dropping revelations and sweet revenge, and Anna couldn't have been happier. Then, out of nowhere, her deadbeat biological father showed up, demanding custody. Ethan Marks cracked his knuckles. "Try stealing my daughter. I dare you." Without even glancing at the man, Anna buried her face in Ethan's chest. "I only have one dad." As her birth father watched in speechless, seething regret, the infamous "Grim Reaper" Ethan Marks broke into the brightest smile of his life.

【Marriage First, Love Later + Sweet Pampering + Both Virgins + Age Gap + Veteran】 The night before she was supposed to get her marriage certificate, Rachel Caldwell caught her fiancé in bed with her own sister and uncovered her uncle’s plot to steal her inheritance. She and her best friend pulled off a lightning-quick marriage, snatched back her legacy, trashed the scumbag, and tore her relatives to shreds. With the fortune secured and every rat crushed, she was ready for a clean slate. Step one: file for divorce the moment she reached shore. “Big Bro, whenever you’re free, let’s swing by the Civil Affairs Bureau and get divorced.” “No time.” “Please, big bro! The two-month deadline is up. Take whatever share of the inheritance you want—just let’s end this.” “The Whitmore Clan has a rule: no divorces.” “That can’t be right! The very night we got our certificates you wanted a divorce. You can’t flip-flop like this.” “Then we’ll postpone it indefinitely.” Yale Whitmore studied his little wife. Back then, to delay the divorce, she’d used every trick to climb into his bed. He’d given her exactly what she wished for—now she thought she could run? Not a chance. “Big Bro, what will it take for you to sign?” “Fulfill my lifelong wish.” “Name it. Money, power—whatever. I can give you anything.” She was rich and connected now; one man couldn’t be that hard to handle. “Give me a son and a daughter, share three meals a day, watch the turn of every season, and spend a hundred years together.” That was all he wanted—simple as that.

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."

Cecilia Whitmore arrived in a 1970s-era novel with superpowers and a pocket dimension—only to land in the body of the Whitmore family’s orphaned daughter, fated to die in chapter one. She opened her eyes to find the house ransacked, her parents dead, her grandfather framed and gone, and jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards dancing around the old Whitmore mansion in triumph. Cecilia smiled. “I carved through the apocalypse—why fear a pack of paper tigers?” First move: she emptied the ancestral estate, not leaving a single gold bar beneath the foundation for the enemy. Second move: she torched the grand ocean-view villa while everyone watched in heartbreak, then sauntered off to the countryside. Cecilia: “With a million supplies in my space, I’ll live like a queen down on the farm.” As for the handsome regiment commander who suddenly appeared? Well, abs like those deserve at least a little flirtation…

After one year of marriage and two years apart, Anna Smith never expected to see George Greene again until an awkward blind date brings them face to face. "We're over, George," she says. "You may be done. I'm not," he replies. Anna is no longer the glamorous heiress she once was, while George remains the powerful and admired heir to the Greene family empire. Time may have dulled their love, but the memories still linger. As buried emotions resurface and longing turns to obsession, George is determined to win back the woman he never stopped loving. But can he heal the heart he once broke, or has he already lost her forever?