In her last life, Christine Douglas was swindled out of her money by a scumbag, endured domestic violence, and died a miserable death Her whole family perished in the bitter cold of exile and re-education Luckily, right before death, she obtained a miraculous pocket dimension and a chance to return to the past Without hesitation, she killed the scumbag with her own hands, emptied his entire house, and stockpiled mountains of supplies Back in the 1970s, the scumbag tries to beat her, hides her letters, and swallows her inheritance Christine Douglas: Reported! Off to the Great Northern Wilderness to drink the wind with your whole family She survives natural disasters, clears her name, and leads her family back to the city to strike it rich—while the scumbag’s clan chugs northwest wind in the wilderness Along the way, she also picks up a quietly protective, drop-dead gorgeous guy Life is sweet, sweet bliss~

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?"

In her past life, Ella Grant loved Dominic Vaughn so desperately that she lost all dignity—yet not even her death could earn her a single glance from him. The family she trusted with her whole heart turned out to be nothing but imposters, unworthy trash. But now, reborn from the ashes, she lives for herself. Crushing scum, slapping faces, she storms to the top of the entertainment industry, exposing the frauds who stole what wasn't theirs. And when she finally stands at the pinnacle of power, stepping on the heads of those who wronged her, she slams a billion-dollar penalty contract onto Dominic Vaughn's handsome face. "Divorce!" Dominic Vaughn: "Take everything I own. You're not leaving." Ella Grant: "???"

Serena Whitmore had spent half her previous life married to her childhood-officer sweetheart, Benjamin Sinclair, toiling and sacrificing for fifty long years—only to be repaid with a fatal betrayal. On his deathbed, Benjamin told her the cold truth, every word a dagger: “These fifty years? Consider them my repayment.” Only then did she realize the lie: her so-called failure at the college-entrance exam had been a fraud; her admission letter had been stolen and given to his white-moonlight. Even crueler, the child she had poured her heart into raising was their secret love-child. In despair, Serena dragged the white-moonlight down with her, dying full of hate. Reborn at the very start of the tragedy, Serena shed her meekness; only ruthlessness remained in her eyes. She reclaimed the jade pendant stolen by the white-moonlight, stormed the scumbag’s house to take back her dowry, and publicly broke the engagement—never to repeat her past. The village’s most feared troublemaker, Christopher Palmer, swaggering, brawling, and brutal, was the very “good-for-nothing” she once despised. Yet only Serena knew that, in her last life, when she had nowhere to turn and everyone abandoned her, this seemingly violent man had silently reached out—ultimately paying with his own life to help her. This time, Serena resolved to rewrite his short-lived fate. But no amount of calculation prepared her for one miscalculation: she would end up entangled with him. The roguish, untamed man fell for her at first sight and turned into a devoted, over-the-top wife-protector, shielding her so tightly no harm could touch her. The scumbag couldn’t accept it and came sneering: “Serena Whitmore, without me you’re stuck settling for trash like him?” Christopher’s long arm swept Serena into a possessive embrace; with his other hand he slapped the officer’s commission across the scumbag’s face, flashed a wicked grin, and drawled, arrogant yet tender, “Sorry, pal—I’m your commanding officer, and the only man she’ll ever have in this lifetime.”

The country bumpkin was brought back to be a sacrificial bride. Elena Monroe agreed—only to cut ties immediately after and dump her scumbag father. Little did she expect the "dead" m an she was supposed to marry would come back to life--and shamelessly crawl into her bed every night. After severing ties, her trashy father, stepmother, and white-lotus stepsister eagerly awaited Elena Monroe's downfall. Instead, she was welcomed into a top-tier aristocratic family! The family's green-tea fake heiress spread rumors about Elena Monroe being vulgar and incompetent--until her hidden identities were accidentally exposed! Genius prodigy? That was her. Top-tier miracle doctor? Also her. Master of the suona, inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, youngest gambling legend of Las Vegas… All her! The fake heiress got utterly humiliated, while her seven superstar brothers doted on her like crazy! Rumors spread that the hidden boss was still single—suitors lined up, trending on hot searches! "Elena, marry me! I'll give you all my assets!" "Elena, accept this 10-carat diamond ring--it' my heart for you!" "Elena…" Elena Monroe had no time to refuse. A certain man, burning with jealousy, pinned her down, his voice low and possessive: "Darling, it's time to drop the act!"

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!"

Poverty breeds small dreams, wealth invites disaster. Fortune and misfortune are two sides of the same coin; only struggle shapes a life. With the System in my hand, I’ll have it all—marry the beauty, storm the peak, and crown myself the richest soul on Earth!

[Alternate-history transmigration + portable pocket space + 1970s military marriage + sweet pampering, both leads clean + cozy slice-of-life] A perfectly happy family of three on a road trip—only to hit the jackpot of transmigration While others arrive to feast with golden fingers blazing, Cordia Whitmore lands alone in a 1970s village where food and clothing are scarce Mom and Dad have vanished; the only person who ever shielded the original host—her grandfather—has just passed away Faced with marriage-hungry, no-good uncles, the pampered Cordia Whitmore is struck dumb A hell-mode start—how on earth does she survive Who could guess the surprise hiding in despair: —Her RV morphs into a portable space, stuffed with supplies and free to move anywhere; —An outstanding officer drops from the sky as her fiancé, handsome enough to make legs go weak Why toil in the fields for work points when she can simply marry a soldier and settle into safety But no one saw this coming: The outwardly cold, aloof, abstinent officer is, behind closed doors, a wife-spoiling maniac, leaving her sore and limp every night, complaining nonstop … The military compound has been in an uproar lately Everyone laments that the proud darling of heaven, Clarence Morrison, has taken a hard fall—forced to marry a little village girl The high-and-mighty daughter-in-law of the Morrison family absolutely refuses to accept it The whole crowd mocks the bride for leveraging a favor to climb the social ladder—until the tables turn and slap every face Turns out the frosty young commander used “repaying a kindness” as an excuse to bind himself to her for life Then Cordia’s parents transmigrate too: Delighted—they’ve found their precious daughter; Worried—the tender cabbage they raised with such care has been carried off by an iceberg soldier king!

In her last life, Chloe Morrison had been so dazzled by a scumbag educated-youth that she’d turned into a hopeless love-struck fool She handed him her university slot, her grain coupons, her meat rations, her grandma’s heirloom jade pendant—even snatched her little nephew’s candy to coax him The moment the scumbag returned to the city, he vanished without a trace, and she became the laughingstock of the whole village Just then, officer Isaac Hartwell came home on leave and asked for her hand. She married him, but her heart was full of disdain—for his roughness, his blunt manners, his utter lack of romance—and she despised him for five long years Then came the landslide. The coarse man she’d spent half her life despising shielded her with his own body and was swallowed whole For the decades that followed, remorse and agony gnawed at her; on her deathbed she had only one thought: If there is a next life, I will give everything to love him properly Reborn in an instant, Chloe Morrison’s eyes brimmed with tears and not a shred of confusion remained She grabbed a butcher’s cleaver, snatched the jade pendant back from the scumbag on the spot, and—surprise—the pendant’s hidden space awakened With one kick she sent the heartless man flying, then spun around and threw herself at the rugged officer Isaac Hartwell, marrying him without hesitation, packing her bags to follow him to the army base When the news reached the compound, it exploded like a bomb: “Did you hear? Captain Hartwell married the butcher’s daughter—built like an ox and fierce as hell!” But the very next day, when Isaac Hartwell strode in with fair, delicate, soft-as-cotton Chloe Morrison on his back, every jaw hit the ground This wasn’t some terrifying butcher’s daughter—she was a fragile little beauty who looked like she’d shatter at a touch The crowd’s contempt had barely formed when, two days later, they watched Chloe Morrison dash across the compound, butcher’s cleaver in hand, ready to defend her husband—whereupon the entire yard quivered in fear “She’s faking it! All an act!” Yet Isaac Hartwell wore a dead-serious, wife-protecting expression and declared to one and all: “My wife is delicate, frail, and utterly helpless—none of you are allowed to bully her.” Compound residents: …We’d sooner believe the devil himself.

In her last life, Mimiya Hartwell married a refined, intellectual youth She emptied her spatial stash to help him pass the college entrance exam and rise to factory director Once he made it big, he joined forces with a male homewrecker and coldly poisoned her to death Reborn before the wedding, she swore to rewrite her fate Coincidentally, her cousin Lorraine Hartwell had also come back Lorraine coveted the factory-director-wife status Mimiya once held and threw a tantrum demanding they swap fiancés Mimiya was only too happy to oblige. She ditched the scumbag without hesitation and married Aaron Blackwood, the grim-faced village butcher everyone feared She expected hardship; instead, the taciturn roughneck worked like an ox and spoiled her rotten He helped her slim down, glam up, and rake in money, and every night he was so “industrious” they had to wash the sheets daily…

Celebrity Chef Emily Reed suddenly found herself transported back to the 1970s, reborn as an overweight village girl whose reputation had been ruined by a scumbag's schemes. Even more absurdly, the moment she opened her eyes, she was forced into a compromising situation with a cold, aloof male intellectual sent to the countryside for re-education. The scumbag promptly called off their engagement, and the entire village clamored for her to take responsibility for the young man. Emily Reed: "No thanks, this isn't trouble—it's destiny and a golden opportunity rolled into one!" She thought she'd married an ordinary intellectual, but it turned out her husband was a powerful figure from the capital living undercover! Shedding his rugged disguise, he revealed himself as a high-ranking official and an utterly devoted, doting husband. "Sweetheart, earning money is exhausting—let me take care of you," he offered. Watching Emily thrive in both career and love, her scumbag ex-husband was green with regret: "I was wrong—please take me back!" Emily wrapped an arm around her influential husband and retorted with a smile, "Too late. My spatula is for cooking, not for scraping up trash!"

Pei Meng spent twenty years as the "fake heiress" of the Xu family. Not only was she exploited to the fullest, but she was also used as a stepping stone for the real heiress. When she was thrown out of the house, everyone laughed at her—little did they know, she was the true apple of the Pei family's eye, the biological daughter of the nation's wealthiest man! With five doting brothers, parents who pampered her beyond belief, luxury cars and high fashion at her fingertips, and a limitless allowance, her true identity reveal left everyone stunned! Only her fiancé, Li Zhige, coldly called off the engagement, treating her as a worthless burden. Pei Meng shrugged: "Good riddance. I never liked you anyway." Who would have thought, just after the breakup, he'd be desperately chasing her, showering her with affection nonstop! Pei Meng snapped, "Can you be a little more restrained?" Li Zhige chuckled, "To win back my wife, I'm shameless if I need to be!" Everyone was dumbfounded: The world's richest man is just a love-struck fool?! Li Zhige: "If I'd known how amazing you are, I would've broken the hand that signed the breakup all those years ago!"

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…

Ava's wolf Artemis is special, and she is special. After a rough start in school, she starts to come into her own. She gets more confident, becomes more comfortable in herself, and even starts making friends and getting her flirt on. When it turns out that some of the wolves responsible for bullying her when she was younger are actually her mates... can she forgive them?

Chloe Bishop was the city’s golden girl—the "First Lady" of high society. Wealthy, breathtakingly beautiful, and deeply in love, she was the envy of everyone. When Liam was a broken outcast who had lost everything, Chloe was the one who reached out, pulling him from the wreckage of his life. She gave him her heart, her family’s status, and six devoted years. But on the morning of their lavish, multi-million dollar wedding, the dream shatters. Instead of an "I do," Liam leaves her at the altar, delivering a cold confession that pierces like a knife: “The one I’ve always loved is Sara Jay.” Overnight, the city's golden girl becomes its biggest laughingstock. Betrayed by her fiancé and haunted by a dark secret involving her father, Charles, Chloe is expected to crumble. But as the world waits for her to beg for his return, Chloe wipes her tears and offers a chilling smile. "I know he’ll come back crawling eventually," she whispers, stripping off her silk veil. "But this time, I’m done waiting. It's time for the world to see what happens when a 'perfect' woman stops being nice." He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire.

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...

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

After years of grinding in the industry, Elena Brooks finally clawed her way up to become a second-tier star—only to die tragically in the middle of the night. Wandering the funeral hall as a ghost, she discovered her death was no accident, but a carefully orchestrated scheme. Even her corpse wasn't spared! Reborn into her former, ordinary self, Elena Brooks smirked and struck back. Blessed with the luck of a golden koi, she exploded onto the scene through a variety show, her fortune skyrocketing. Script offers and endorsements flooded in until her arms ached from signing contracts, awards piled up until her shelves groaned, and fans multiplied overnight! She tore into scumbag men, kicked scheming women to the curb, and roasted hypocrites left and right—earning her the title of Walking Hypocrite-Detector. Even her haters could only kneel and cry, "Daddy!" Then one day... Paparazzi caught Elena Brooks in a private meeting with the nation's top actor, Alexander Reid. The two stayed in the same room all night, and the internet exploded. Gossip ran wild, and netizens lost their minds: "FAKE! Another clout-chaser trying to ride Alexander's fame! Sisters, let's tear her apart!" Minutes later, Alexander Reid personally took to Weibo and dropped the ultimate bomb—a marriage certificate. "My wife. Legally married. Got a problem?" ??? Netizens trembled: "Wait… wasn't he supposed to be an ice-cold, untouchable god who avoids women??"

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.

"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."