Ye Ranyin, the most feared mercenary of the 21st century, known as the "Night God"! In a twist of fate, she finds herself transmigrated into a small border town as a despised outcast! Her fiancé's family arrives to break off the engagement? Her clan treats her as a discard? In the next moment, she's welcomed back to the imperial capital, becoming the only cherished lady of the Duke's household! From then on, she reveals her extraordinary talents. With the Empress's inheritance, she refines divine pills, crafts extravagant artifacts, tames mythical beasts, and sets up powerful formations! She blossoms with unparalleled grace, stunning the world! With the script of a cherished favorite in hand, she receives endless love from family and friends, while gaining the admiration of countless powerful figures. Her former clan regrets their decisions, and her ex-fiancé wishes to rekindle their relationship. However, a certain crazy and domineering emperor descends from his pedestal, wraps her in his arms, and threatens fiercely: "If you dare accept him, I will destroy the world!" Ye Ranyin holds the man's devilishly handsome face and gives him a peck: "Be good, I only allow you to stand by my side."

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.

Darlene Davis found herself transmigrated into the tragic supporting character of a period novel— Her conniving stepsister had not only stolen her billionaire fiancé but also schemed to marry her off to Ethan Carter, the "doomed-to-die-young" military officer. The original host had worked herself to death, leaving three children either dead or disabled? With a cold smirk, Darlene flipped the table. "I’m the kind of person who lives for myself. Cross me, and I’ll make sure your whole family regrets it!" First, she emptied her scumbag father’s secret stash of money. Then, she made a fortune writing articles while searching for her long-lost mother. Finally, she set her sights on that stone-faced special forces officer: "Comrade Ethan, let me read your fortune—you’re missing one crucial thing in your life: me. Marry me, and I guarantee you’ll live to a hundred!" Ethan frowned. "My duty is to serve my country. I have no time for romance." He started leaving work half an hour early every day just to shower, earning him endless teasing from his comrades: "Old Ethan, afraid of stinking up your delicate wife and kids again?" His ears burning red, the man retorted with mock severity, "My wife is soft and sweet, my children are tender—you roughnecks wouldn’t understand!"

In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died… betrayed by the very people she trusted most. She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband. With her last breath, Ivy made a vow. If she could turn back time…she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters. This time, she would stand at the top. When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby.... Twenty days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on. While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time… Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters. In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter. With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world. Because this time...she wasn’t just going to survive the apocalypse. She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters.

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."

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

Pediatrician Clara Whitman accidentally time-slips to the late seventies. The moment she opens her eyes, she discovers she's been sold at a high price by her heartless uncle's family to be the wife of a village idiot. Meanwhile, their own daughter—Lila Whitman—has stolen her marriage certificate and is living the good life as the bride of a powerful military dynasty. Reborn with full memory of the plot, Clara Whitman tears up the script—she's done playing along! A handful of croton seeds later, her uncle's household is writhing on the latrine; she bolts from the village and heads straight for Beijing to reclaim the engagement herself. But nothing goes as planned: the groom-to-be rejects her on the spot. In a twist of fate she ends up marrying the man's elder brother—nine years her senior, the unattainable "high-altitude flower" William Hayes. Legend says Colonel Hayes has no interest in women and is doomed to leave no heir; yet every night Clara Whitman is coaxed until she sobs and begs for mercy, and after the wedding every pregnancy comes in multiples. When the man seduces her again with "just one more time," Clara Whitman wants to cry: Who said he didn't like women? Total lie! William Hayes, the youngest and most brilliant officer in the regiment, is steady, handsome, his future limitless. Rumor claims he cares for no woman, having pledged his youth to the nation—breaking countless girls' hearts. Then one day word spreads: the colonel has taken leave to honor a seventeen-year-old engagement and married a country girl. Everyone laments: that bumpkin is wasting Chief Hayes! Until the day the cold-faced "King of Hell" William Hayes walks in with a stunning, dewy-eyed lady doctor on his arm—and the room falls silent. "That's no bumpkin!" the crowd gasps. "She's a straight-up goddess!"

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.

After graduating from university, Sophie Grant inherited a remote mountain farmhouse from her grandmother. But the farm was overgrown with weeds, the buildings were dilapidated, half the kitchen stove had collapsed, and even the roof was leaking. As she pulled weeds, she wailed, "Is there anyone who can help me fix the roof and clear the fields?" The next second, a twelve-year-old girl popped out from the grass: "Weeding? Easy peasy—just give me some wild veggies!" Then, a wiry old man who looked to be in his fifties strode into the yard carrying a shoulder pole: "Fixing roofs and rebuilding stoves are no problem for me, but what in tarnation is this 'cement tile' you speak of?" To meet their "wage standards," Sophie racked her brain to come up with suitable compensation: A few cents' worth of cold medicine, a couple dollars' worth of brown sugar, and wild veggies and fruits from the farm—enough to send the temporary workers home overjoyed. From then on, Sophie became known among the time-traveling laborers as the best employer ever, the kindest savior goddess. The system dinged with rewards: —Temporary worker satisfaction at 100%: Reward—one solar power system! —Job positions increased: Reward—one pack of miraculous seeds! —Hiring quota met: Unlock permanent workers! Looking at the gradually revitalized farm, Sophie rolled up her sleeves: One small farmhouse down—next stop, grand estate!

[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!

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."

Her mother, a stunning but struggling D-list celebrity, faced endless scandals and public scorn. Though she barely scraped by, she raised Lily Chambers to be plump, rosy-cheeked, and irresistibly sweet. People whispered that Lily Chambers was unwanted—unloved. Everyone assumed the "little nobody" was done for. "Baby! Grandpa's here!" The Richest Grandpa slapped him instantly: "This is the Grant family's one and only golden treasure, the apple of our eye, our little ancestor! How dare you even think of touching her?!" Ever since Lily Chambers returned to the Grant family, everyone's fortunes changed overnight. Even that legendary "cold-blooded, emotionless father" who was "given only three months to live" miraculously got out of bed on the third day after Lily Chambers stayed by his side, fully recovered and bursting with vitality! From then on, the aloof business tycoon, who had never shown interest in women, suddenly awakened to love—launching an all-out pursuit of his wife.

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."

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?”

[Face-Slapping Power Fantasy + OP Female Lead + Mystic Arts + Adorable Beasties + Non-Stop Gags + Whole-Family Fave] She was supposed to be the darling of a cliché-rich Mary Sue script, yet a single car crash left Rosalind Blackwood in a vegetative state No one knew she’d actually transmigrated—cultivated all the way to immortality—and then transmigrated back. Hold up! Her family’s gone bankrupt Her second brother mistook some random girl for his “white moonlight” because of a bracelet and turned into her pathetic simp Her third brother got bullied at school and ended up crippled Her fourth sister is actually the real heiress who was swapped at birth And her own life had become someone else’s stepping-stone, trodden on for clout Turns out the whole clan were scripted villains, pure cannon fodder—an entire audience waiting to laugh at their downfall. Rosalind Blackwood: …Hah. Jokes on you; I’m here to deliver shock therapy instead. Face-reading, fortune-telling, demon-busting, talisman-painting, pill-refining—she unveils her skill set one by one. Big shots from every field crawl to her door begging for a single divination or one measly pill. Even the grand masters of the Esoteric Sect call her “Senior.” The ones who once abandoned her now sob and kneel for forgiveness—but before Rosalind can open her mouth, a crowd of heavy weights already boots them out. Get in line if you wanna beg! Soon after, ruins of an ancient sect surface; Rosalind takes one look—the plaque above the gate is unmistakably hers. Could this be her cultivation world centuries later? Then…her master, her disciples—and that certain pain-in-the-neck guy—could they all be here too?

?? Arranged-marriage → slow-burn sugar rush) At twenty-seven, Evelyn Parker discovered—almost by accident—that she wasn't her parents' biological child. Overnight, she traded one set of parents for another, and even picked up a brand-new fiancé. Her replacement fiancé, Liam Bennett, was famous in the capital for being rigid, stone-faced, and stingy with words; everyone gave him a wide, respectful berth. The gossip mill was certain this hastily stitched couple would stay married in name only and fall apart before long. Evelyn Parker didn't know how to love, and she didn't ask for love in return—so the arrangement suited her perfectly. Year One of the marriage, Evelyn Parker came down with something and was stuck in bed. Past midnight, Liam Bennett walked in: "Evelyn Parker, are you hurting?" "Not too bad." Before the sentence finished, she was pulled into a warm chest. Liam Bennett: "Next time just say yes. I'll come comfort you." Year Two, winter. Evelyn Parker's flight touched down in Beijing; a blizzard slammed the city and the temperature nosedived. The man drove for hours, showed up at the airport carrying a coat and a pair of shoes. "Evelyn, put this on." He knelt in front of her, oblivious to the crowd, and slipped the shoes onto her feet. Later that photo tore through every group chat in their circle.

Elizabeth Greene was the adopted daughter of a second-rate wealthy family. After the true heiress returned, she was unceremoniously kicked out of the house. The classic "true and false heiress" drama unfolded around her, leaving her utterly bewildered. She had always assumed her father was unknown... But...no one told her that her biological father was actually the richest man in Country Y! Now, with her doting dad, gentle mom, and five older brothers treating her like a precious treasure, her life took a dramatic turn. After changing her name to Sophia Harrison, she discovered there was another adopted daughter in the family? Something felt off—very off. This adopted daughter, the former fake heiress, seemed to prioritize her at every turn and even admired her openly. Well, that suited her just fine. Sophia wasn't one for scheming, and if this sister wanted protection, she'd gladly provide. Regretting it now, are we, Greenes? Too bad—step aside, because this young lady isn't here to entertain you anymore! The unavoidable "tragedy" of wealthy families—arranged marriage. Just as she began settling into her new life as the beloved heiress, an unwelcome fiancé showed up at her doorstep? Can the engagement be called off? The answer: No. And now this so-called fiancé has the audacity to vow to take care of her for life? But...she's already a master of everything—renowned traditional painter, miracle-working physician, guzheng virtuoso, top-tier fashion designer, architect... The list of her hidden identities is endless. Who does he think he is, offering to support her? Yet, the man in question simply wraps an arm around her waist and murmurs, "Since my Sophia is so capable, I can just relax and let her take care of me." Blushing, Sophia Harrison retorts, "I never said I'd support you! Hand over your assets first, and maybe I'll consider it~"

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.

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!

[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!