Latest Multiple Transported Individuals Novel

Four-year-old Juanjuan was unloved by her father, ignored by her mother, and bullied by her older brothers. Left to shoulder the burden of a broken family all on her own.

Then one day, her parents and brothers went to the market and were caught in a rockslide. Man and ox-cart alike tumbled down the mountain.

But when they woke up, something was… different.

Even stranger, though their mouths never moved, Juanjuan could hear their voices loud and clear.

Mother: “Is this… ancient times?”

Father: “Holy shit! We’ve transmigrated? And to ancient times, no less! Time for me to rise to power and become a marquis!”

Eldest Brother: “Did I… ascend successfully? But why is the spiritual energy here so weak?”

Second Brother: “Damn those Di Kingdom bastards, ambushing me like that!”

Third Brother: “Finally! No more zombies. I almost forgot what fresh air smelled like.”

Curled up in the corner, little Juanjuan trembled as she listened to all this nonsense.

Life had to go on. But now, the adults in the house were constantly on edge, terrified their secrets would be exposed. After all, they couldn’t let the family know their souls had been swapped.

When troublesome relatives came knocking, Mother’s award-worthy acting skills finally had a chance to shine.

With the family dirt poor, Father secretly started building a fortune, leading them all to a life of luxury.

Juanjuan saw it with her own eyes—Eldest Brother pointed at a pebble and turned it into gold.

When they ran into bandits on the road, the usually mild-mannered Second Brother took them down one by one with a single slash each.

Only the sweet and innocent Third Brother spent his days doting on Juanjuan, sneaking her chocolates, little cakes, lollipops… and when danger struck, casually pulled out an AK-47 and took out the enemy with a single shot.

When the whole family’s covers were blown, silence fell.

It was fine. Luckily, Juanjuan didn’t know anything.

Wen Tang and her best friend Chi Yue stumbled upon a true and false heiress novel on a fiction website. Unlike typical stories of this trope, the two heiresses weren’t pitted against each other—instead, they supported one another. They went to the countryside together, married an uncle and his nephew, built their fortunes side by side, and ultimately achieved success. Everything was going great… until they spotted their own names in the book.

But they weren’t the heiresses—oh no. They were cannon fodder side characters—one the ex-wife of the uncle who brought about her own downfall, the other the short-lived, early-dead ex-wife of the nephew.

Wen Tang and Chi Yue refused to believe this was a coincidence. Convinced some shady person from their real lives had written this to spite them, they furiously grabbed 18 phones and bombarded the author with insults until the writer retaliated with a handwritten essay. The readers then turned on them, dragging their names across every platform. Outnumbered and overwhelmed, the two besties rage-quit life—literally—dying of a heart attack in their fury.

When they opened their eyes again, they had transmigrated into the very novel where they were the cannon-fodder exes.

The two exchanged a glance and grinned. Oh, just wait till we wreck these unhinged readers’ fantasy.

A heartwarming tale of true and false heiresses?

Piss them off, and everyone’s getting sent to labor reform!

As for the men?

Chi Yue: Did you two break the bed frame last night?

Wen Tang: (Guilty but defiant) Look, there may be grooms in every profession, but I kinda like this one…

Certain Man: Without your admiration, abs and lean muscle mean nothing. Without you, it’s all tr*sh.

[Best friends traveled back to the 1980s together + sweet pampering + farming + chasing wives + raising children]

Su Tang and best friend Yu Miaomiao traveled back to the 1980s together and became sisters-in-law… In the play, she was a bootlicker, and in the end she had nothing; the best friend was a stand-in, and in the end her heart was broken into pieces. Their husbands had the same white moonlight in their hearts, and the whole Chahe Village was watching the result of their jokes.

The two best friends joined forces to deal with the extremely bad in-laws, and the pillow talk made the white moonlight fragmented. She felt dizzy when she went to the ground, and she was out of breath when she worked.

She was only energetic when counting money: “How much have you saved? Is it enough for us to buy a house?”

“Sisters, are you getting a divorce today?”

“We can’t wait any longer, let’s run!”

The two brothers who were eavesdropping were panicked: The wife wants to leave the father and the son and run away with the baby? No, absolutely not!

After Ning Jia and her best friend finished mocking a novel set in the 1970s, fate played a cruel trick — they both found themselves transported into the very story they had ridiculed. Worse still, they had become bitter rival sisters-in-law, forced to live under the same roof.

Her best friend was now the substitute for her husband’s unattainable first love, struggling through nights of endless indulgence and emotional exhaustion. Ning Jia, on the other hand, became the pitifully devoted wife, waiting alone in an empty room for a man who barely acknowledged her existence. Cold, hungry, and at the mercy of a tyrannical mother-in-law — life had become unbearable.

Best friend: “Shall we divorce?”

Ning Jia: “Yes! If you go, I’ll go too!”

Divorce sounded easy, but without money, escape was impossible. If they couldn’t leave, then they would rise — and fight.

Though they seemed at odds in public, clashing at every encounter, behind closed doors, they were a formidable alliance — united in purpose and unstoppable in action.

Mother-in-law troubles? Merely a minor inconvenience. Together, the two of them proved invincible, rendering their venomous elder powerless.

Poverty and hunger? Unthinkable. Gifted with ingenuity and drive, they quickly turned their fortunes around, with meat on every table and money flowing faster than they could count.

And as for that man—Tall, powerfully built, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he was undeniably attractive. But hadn’t he always treated her with cold indifference? So then why, now, was he so wild and possessive, kissing her until she cried, clinging to her night after night in obsessive passion?

Ning Jia could no longer take it: “I want a divorce!”

But Li Yao held onto the hem of her clothes and said coldly, “Divorce? After two children, where exactly do you think you’re going?”