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

Young educated youth Lydia Summers had cared for her in-laws for three years, only to receive a divorce telegram from her husband, David Thompson. "Lydia Summers, ours was an arranged marriage. I never had feelings for you. I want an independent woman who can stand by my side as an equal, not some sheltered flower like you." Lydia smirked coldly. "Tch. So there's a new bitch in the picture." She went straight to the military base and divorced the scumbag without hesitation. ... David had expected tears and pleas, but instead, she walked away cleanly, without so much as a backward glance. After the divorce, the once meek and obedient little wife transformed into the undisputed queen of the military family compound—a dazzling, untouchable ice princess who commanded both fear and respect. Watching his ex-wife shine brighter than ever, David began to regret his decision and tried to win her back. But before he could even get close, the most formidable rising star in the military—the ruthless, stone-faced General Huo Yunfeng—stepped between them. "The woman I've waited years for isn't yours to reclaim. Get lost." At night, the icy general shed his stern demeanor, becoming an insatiable, doting devil. "Lydia," he murmured, voice thick with desire, "call me 'husband,' and I'll give you the world."

Cutting ties, I emptied the whole family's assets and snatched the jade ring from the scumbag: "Want to marry rich, stepsis? Go be a breeding machine for that loser instead!" Rumors spread like wildfire that the poor officer was infertile? One night, he hoarsely whispered between kisses, "Darling, let's have a little sister for our boys." Shocked, she asked, "You can have kids?"—only to end up begging for mercy every night. Soon, the officer's wife gave birth to multiples, shocking the entire compound: "I thought he was sterile? This fertility level could blow up your ancestors' graves!" Years later, she became a business tycoon, cherished like the apple of his eye, While her stepsister survived on scraps, wailing, "I should've been the step-mom back then!"

The moment the silver-laced whip touched my back, I hissed. The whip came down again, leaving a cut that was worse than the last one, and I felt my skin slash open with a fresh wound. “Should we carry out twenty-two? As usual,” his laugh was menacing. “Or twenty-two times two?” Once more, he brought the whip down, and I yelled in agony because I was unable to hold it in any longer.

Rumor has it that the lost daughter of the Turner family has returned? And she came back on her own? This shocking news has left the major wealthy families in utter disbelief. Everyone initially assumed that this girl, who came back from who-knows-where, must be a country bumpkin who knows absolutely nothing! A country bumpkin? Sophia Turner raised an eyebrow and casually revealed her slew of identities. What?! The world's top fashion designer? The world's leading hacker? The youngest scientist in the world? A professor at one of the world's most prestigious universities? The CEO of Dawn Corporation, one of the top fifty companies in the world? And the most outrageous revelation of all—she's actually Damian Moore's wife? The crowd clutched their chests, feeling as if their little hearts couldn't take it anymore! Their hearts ached terribly, and they needed emergency medical attention—they might not survive this shock!

One day, an impossibly handsome man suddenly appeared before Ava Hayes. "Actually, you're the true heiress of a wealthy family in the capital. Someone will come for you soon. And I—am your fiancé." That very night, an assassin smashed through her window— Only for her to turn the tables and turn him into fertilizer for her plants. "Seems someone doesn't want the real heiress to return? Well, I'm going anyway." Back at the Hayes family mansion, her birth parents doted over their adopted daughter with tender concern, while her older brother shot her a condescending glare. Ava promptly tore up the recognition agreement. "Fine. Then this family fortune—I'll let someone else inherit it." Turning on her heel, she linked arms with the uncle and aunt who had come for her. "Uncle, Auntie—are you in need of a daughter?" And when her brother's company teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, she pulled up in a top-tier supercar outside the acquisition meeting, smirking at the man in the wheelchair: "Fiancé, tell me—would the Hayes Corporation make a fitting engagement gift?" The man yanked her into his arms, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he murmured: "It would. But my dowry is half the capital city—when are you coming to… inspect the goods?"

[Group Favorite + Hilarious + Mysticism + Crime Solving + Secret Identity] Three-year-old Lila descended the mountain carrying all the worldly possessions her master had left her. The moment she set foot in the city, human traffickers had their eyes on her. When a group of kidnapped children staged a riot at the traffickers' den, Lila tied up the criminals herself and called the police. Human Trafficker: "Officer, I'm guilty! Please arrest me!" Almost-Sold Older Brother: "Damn, my little sister's a badass... I love it!" (✧◡✧) Meeting her demoted third brother, now a detective squad captain: "Big bro, Lila likes you so much~ You're gonna get promoted and rich soon!" Third Brother Jake Rivers sighed. "Picking up the pieces is exhausting... I just wanna slack off." After three long years, Lila finally returned home—only to be met with cold indifference. Just as the schemers behind the scenes were about to succeed, Lila uncovered their secret... Her father scoffed, "Stop with the superstitious nonsense, kid." Lila crossed her arms. "Daddy, if you don’t believe Lila, bad luck’s coming your way~" Shaun Rivers: "Yeah, right." Then—toilet paper ran out mid-business, the water cut off during his shower, his projects started failing... Meanwhile, her uncle, a once-anorexic A-list actor, suddenly regained his appetite! Her bedridden grandmother miraculously got up and started dancing in the square! The entire family’s fate began shifting because of Lila’s arrival. As case after case unraveled, the ultimate truth was finally coming to light...

In her past life, Isabella Carter died a tragic death before realizing that Ethan Sinclair—who suffered from empathy disorder—had loved her to the bone. Reborn and fiercer than ever, the stunning and unstoppable queen Isabella Carter sets three golden rules— Flirt with her man! Dote on her man! Heal her man! Slaying enemies, dominating variety shows, and unveiling countless hidden identities that shock the world! At the awards ceremony, a reporter asks, "With so many identities, which one is your favorite?" Dressed in a wine-red gown, radiant and captivating, Isabella locks her mesmerizing gaze on the camera. "Ethan Sinclair's wife—Mrs. Sinclair." The crowd gasps! Socialites' hearts shatter! Jealousy erupts like a storm! Backstage, Ethan pins her against the dressing room wall, tilting her delicate chin with his fingers, his smoldering gaze burning with intensity. His voice is rough, husky. "So well-behaved. What reward do you want?" Isabella smirks, her eyes dripping with allure. "You."

Hazel Grant and Ethan Blackwood finalized their divorce that day. A mutual friend cautiously asked, "So it's really over? No regrets?" Ethan, dressed in a sleek black suit, leaned casually against his car, his expression detached. "It was just a marriage of convenience. We part ways amicably." Later, at a cocktail party, someone caught sight of the usually composed and dignified man cornering his ex-wife on the shadowed terrace of a hotel. His collar was slightly disheveled, his breath laced with alcohol as he pressed his palm against the small of her back, guiding her leg to wrap around him. His voice was rough, barely above a whisper: "let's remarry. Please?" Hazel turned her face away, chuckling lightly. "Didn't Mr. Blackwood say—it was just a marriage of convenience? Easy come, easy go?" He kissed her earlobe, his voice muffled in surrender. "I can't let go."

[70s Military Romance + Scientific Military Wife + Revenge Story + Scumbag's Regret] In her past life, Claire Reid abandoned her own dreams to serve the Holmes family her entire life, only to discover on her deathbed that she had been deceived! The man she loved, Ethan Holmes, had secretly married his "white moonlight" long ago, and the child she raised was actually theirs. The marriage certificate she cherished for decades turned out to be fake! Claire died with bitter regret—only to open her eyes and find herself reborn thirty years in the past! This time, she hasn’t yet married that scumbag, nor has she stepped onto the tragic path of her former life. Now, she swears to rewrite her destiny and make them pay for every drop of blood they owe her. The scumbag wants her to take the fall for plagiarism to protect his precious "white moonlight"? She’ll tear the truth wide open, clear her name, and expose that hypocrite to the world! His whole family still expects her to be their meek, obedient little wife? In their dreams! Slapping down schemers and stomping on scum, Claire dominates the 70s with a vengeance! Reclaiming her career, embracing her true self, she uses her scientific expertise and translation skills to contribute to the nation’s progress. And somehow, without even trying, she ascends to the peak of success. When the scumbag comes crawling back, sobbing and begging for a second chance— Claire doesn’t even have to lift a finger. Because standing protectively beside her, tall, imposing, and lethally jealous, is the one who’ll handle it for her. Nathan Blake, the most formidable special forces commander in the military zone, arches a brow and smirks: "Jealous? You’re the one who made me this way."

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!

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

Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone. But death? Just her intermission. She woke up in a whole new world—a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down. And her? Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status. But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power. Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer: Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world. Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home… for revenge. Sounds simple? Think again. A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her—ended up letting her mark him. A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart. A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure. A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark. A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her. They all need her mark. They all want her. And sharing? Not in their vocabulary. Too bad for them— She's not here for love stories. She's here to survive. To climb. To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones. And one day… To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born.

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.

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?"

Jade Sinclair didn’t learn the truth until her dying breath: the husband who hadn single night in eight years had long since built a love nest with his first flame The mother-in-law she’d served like a slave—paralyzed, demanding, never grateful—the wheezing father-in-law who emptied bottle after bottle of pills, and the drama-queen sister-in-law were all chains the Foster family forged to keep her tethered Even the university place she’d scraped every cent to buy had been handed by that scumbag straight to his white-moonlight sweetheart And the boy and girl she’d loved as her own for eight long years? The darling children she’d rocked through fevers and homework? Their real parents were those two cheating dogs When she opened her eyes again, she was back at square one—so… “Sent-down youth? Sis isn’t going to any stinking village, not in this lifetime!” “Marry that trash? I’d rather marry an actual dog.” “Wait on his family hand and foot? They can do whatever the hell they want; this lady is done serving!” This time, whoever crossed her would watch her flip the board and bury them with it As for marriage… the army officer next door in the military compound looked promising. In her last life he’d died young on a mission, leaving a fat pension and two solid rooms Marry him, shut the gossips up, become a wealthy widow with a house—match made in heaven So Jade marked the calendar, waiting for widowhood. Three years rolled by… then another three. Not only did the man refuse to die, he kept climbing—now a full-bird officer One night he pinned her to the mattress, laughter hot against her ear: “Wife… how about I ‘sacrifice’ myself right here in this bed?”

Everyone had assumed she was long gone, but now she's back— The Thompson family was in an uproar! The second brother rolled up his sleeves. "Who dared badmouth my sister? The lawsuit papers are already on the way." The fourth brother set up his easel: "Today, would you like to paint the moon or your brother? I can be your model." The sixth brother pulled out a menu: "Do you want lobster and abalone or candied hawthorns? I'll arrange everything for you." The other brothers: "...Enough already!!!" But the moment she stepped inside, she saw— Second Brother was plagued by romantic entanglements and legal woes; ... The brothers answered in unison: "Of course... we want both"

(End of the World + Rebirth + Space + Multiple Pets + Stockpiling + Daily Life + A Unique Space System!) Acid rain, blizzards, extreme cold and heat, insect plagues, mutations... After struggling alone in the apocalypse for ten years, she was tragically killed due to other people's treachery. In her second life, she seeks revenge, hoards supplies, and raises an army of mutated dogs! She fills her shopping cart with fried chicken, snail rice noodles, cola, and chips! However...there seems to be something strange about the direction of the space upgrade... The "garbage disposal machine" takes in household waste and spews out random supplies? The "love ranch" changes animals based on her mood, and today's animal is an...elephant? The "happy farm" seems fine at first glance, so why is it producing generators?

Apocalypse Survivor Jessica Knight Transmigrates into a 1970s Orphan! Her birth mother and stepfather steal her job and force her to marry a paralyzed man? Rolling up her sleeves, Jessica starts digging a grave: "Back in the apocalypse, I killed first and asked questions never. Consider yourselves lucky!" Just when she thinks no one dares to mess with her, a stone-faced officer pins her down on their first meeting. Jessica pulls out a dagger: "Looking to die?" The officer puffs out his chest: "Wanna feel my abs? All eight of 'em!" Jessica is stunned: "Since when are officers in this era so... unpredictable?"

After being transmigrated into a period romance, Isabella Parker becomes the short-lived cannon-fodder character—only to find herself freshly married to Oliver Hayes when a thunderbolt hits: the entire family is about to be exiled. In the original story, she and her husband exist only as stepping stones. Framed by enemies, forced to make way for the male and female leads' "plot armor," they end up dying in the wilderness. Isabella scoffs. Cannon fodder? Not a chance. Armed with a spatial storage dimension and her medical skills, she stays calm on her wedding night—first emptying her enemies' hidden stockpiles, hoarding mountains of supplies, then marching off to exile with her officer husband Oliver Hayes, head held high. But the so-called "main couple" are Heaven's favorites and won't stop targeting her. The original female lead clings to a system, coveting Isabella's spatial trump card and repeatedly trying to sabotage her and steal her abilities? Isabella flips the script, hijacks the system's energy, and turns every petty trick into fuel for her own rise. And when that same heroine regrets breaking off the engagement and tries to use her protagonist halo to lure away Isabella's husband… Isabella only raises a brow and watches. Her Captain Hayes is a cold-blooded ironclad soldier—his eyes hold only his wife and his country. No amount of "plot armor" is ever going to steal him away.