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Lu Qin transmigrated into a cannon fodder character.

In the novel, cannon fodder Lu Qin has a female supporting character for a sister. During difficult times, his sister, in order for the two of them to survive, married Kong Yue, a man from the village who was deeply in love with her, bringing her burdensome younger brother along. This marriage was not well-regarded by others, and the brother-in-law's family was also pointed at.

However, the cannon fodder Lu Qin was self-centered and selfish, taking everything for granted and sucking his sister and brother-in-law's blood for a lifetime.

When Lu Qin transmigrated, it happened to be when he had stolen money from home and was tricked by others. And next, his sister would faint because of his unrepentant behavior, and even his brother-in-law, who went to serve in the army for a six-yuan allowance, would return.

Several naughty children in the village even specially composed a catchy song for him:

"Burden, burden, Lu Qin's brain is filled with mercury, shameless and thick-skinned, dragging down one person after another!"

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【Synopsis for this novel】:

Lin Anran transmigrated into a 90s era novel. She wasn't the female lead, nor a supporting character, nor a villain. She was merely the unnamed nanny in the household of the male and female leads' benefactor, mentioned only once in the entire text: "Please wait, the mister is on the phone."

Lin Anran: ...

Later, after she got together with a certain someone, when the male and female leads came to visit, Lin Anran said, "Please wait, my husband is on the phone."

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Zhou Heyuan was born a prodigy, hailing from a prominent family, with outstanding looks and a youthful genius. He successfully started a business with a group of brothers, becoming a millionaire in his early twenties. Countless people eyed him as a prime bachelor, but before they could make a move, Zhou Heyuan actually got married!

And his wife was a village nanny with only a junior high school education, who had been divorced due to infertility!

Everyone's jaws dropped, convinced that the couple would soon divorce.

Lin Anran, who was being watched for a divorce, used the golden finger granted by her transmigration to grow and sell high-priced orchids, create beauty and skincare products, attract a large number of loyal customers, and open a beauty salon. She transformed herself into a wealthy woman. Men? She'd set him aside to play by himself for now, and talk about it after she'd made her money.

Zhou Heyuan: ...

Waking up, Shi Feiye found herself transmigrated into the novel as the wife of a bankrupt magnate. She didn't have the heart to take the remaining money and leave, so she decided, out of conscience, to accompany the magnate in his comeback, figuring she could get some separation fee by clinging to his leg later. Who knew, the magnate wouldn't agree.

Qin Buliang cornered her against the wall: "You were with me through my hardships, how could I let you go? The money is yours, the person is yours, everything I have is yours!"

Shi Feiye pushed him away: "If I hadn't found out later that you only faked bankruptcy and even kept a backup plan for yourself, this girl would have really fallen for your trick!"

【1v1, double doting, clean text, handsome men, and fierce women】 It's rumored that Miss Lu has no talents, isn't a good student, is arrogant, and doesn’t care about others... A certain man, adjusting his glasses, dotes on her and says, “It's okay, I still want to spoil her.”

No talent? One day, a piano piece played by Lu Qingyi shocked the entire entertainment circle.

A poor student? Principal Hardrick, with a flattering face, followed behind Lu Qingyi, asking obsequiously: “Dear Qingyi, when will you come back to school to teach?”

Arrogant? Doesn't care about others? Xu Boyan said with doting affection: “These are privileges I offer her. Do you have a problem with it?”

“Boss, our intelligence network has been breached.”

One of the subordinates said cautiously.

“Ah? I'm sorry, my hand slipped.” A certain Miss nonchalantly raised her paw.

“Kiddo, how many online aliases do you have?” A certain man asked, a spoiling smile hanging on his lips.

Suddenly one day, Lu Qingyi discovered that her identity is not what she thought it was.

【This is a story of two major players unmasking each other. If it's not your taste, refrain from speaking ill. Thank you.】

“I'll marry you if you promise to kiss me every day.”

On the harrowing day she lost her family, out of all the men she knew, Marcella didn't expect those words from “Sweet Baby” Tony. She thought he was not interested in her.

She had to ask him for the marriage as she wanted to fulfil her sister's last wishes.

She got married the day she suffered a horrifying loss.

Don DeAngelo's youngest daughter became the wife of Antony Crawford.

She didn't wait to think why he wanted to marry her when every men she knew wanted her for who her father was. She trusted him that much.

But in a day, she learned that Tony was not so different from other men.

What choice can she make?

She can throw away the marriage and lose custody of her nephew, or...

She chose to be married to him. Their marriage can be a deal. She needed him, he needed her. It's all fine.

Except...

What does Tony feel? Is their marriage all but a business transaction for him? What is the secret he is hiding? Why can't he reveal it to her?

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*Excerpt*

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell,” she said looking into his eyes. The alluring mystique behind those blue eyes made her heart skip a beat.

How can she hate and love someone this much? She must be missing a part of her brain.

In the silence of the dining room, the candle flickered. The curve of his lips widened and in the romantic ambiance, the thin lines around his eyes gave her a thrill.

“Quoting Oscar Wilde?” he chuckled comfortably, leaning forward.

“Isn't that true in our case?” she asked.

She observed him, trying to digest every single expression on his face.

He went silent. His lips pressed to a line. His pensive eyes never left hers except for the few seconds when he placed down his cutleries. She still couldn't guess what goes on in that smart brain of his.

It is this, she thought. I am a decently adventurous person. He's an adventure. Maybe that's his allure!

“Then, Birdie,” he stood up and walked to her.

Marcella's back got stiff as she tried to figure out what he was going to do.

Also, is that a pet name? Birdie? It's nice. But that came out of nowhere...

She followed him with his eyes. He kneeled beside her and held her hand. Only when she felt the warmth of his big hand on hers did she realize that she had been holding her breath for a while.

This man is going to be the end of her. It sucks when he does not feel even half of what she feels.

“Let's be angels,” he kissed her hand. With a smooth smile that reached his eyes, he looked at her. “Let's be each other's angels, and let's make this world our heaven.”

“You are...”

Unable to find any words to say to him, she buried her face in her hand. Her chest was heaving as if she ran a marathon.

This man surely is going to be the end of her.

“What?” he chuckled while teasing her to show her face. “What am I?”

“You're a brute, Mr. Crawford. That's what you are,” she said trying to hold her stoic expression to relay her “disapproval” of his methods. But in front of his goofy smile, she lost.

She lost, and she didn't feel defeated.

She felt delighted in his presence.

“Mark my words, Birdie. I am taking you to the White House,” he said.

Marcella opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. The determination shining in his eyes...

He's not talking about a visit to the White House, is he?

No way! No f*cking way!

Her eyes widened. But he was smiling sweetly as always. He stood up and leaned to her ear.

“Let's have today's kiss on the bed,” he said.

Before she could form a resistance, he picked her up and walked up the stairs.

Again, Marcell pondered the one question she's been asking a lot lately.

Whom did I marry?

[Traditional Ancient Novel + Merchant Couple + Sweet Romance After Marriage + Daily Affection + Household Matters]

Female protagonist: gentle, clear-headed, and doesn't take abuse.

VS

Male protagonist: considerate, humorous, and resourceful.

The youngest daughter of the Shen family in Baihe Town married Xie Erlang, who ran a traditional Chinese medicine shop in Pingshan County. She heard he was often away and his family was in decline. Unexpectedly, their marriage was very affectionate, exceptionally affectionate, affectionate for a lifetime. (Dual purity, 1v1)

During the newlywed phase:

Town girl Shen Qi: Everyone says I have a jinxed fate because my engagement was broken off, and I have no one in my maiden family to support me.

Business prodigy Xie Yuduo: We are husband and wife by destiny, our love unquestionable. With you by my side, I, Xie Er, am truly blessed beyond compare.

Daily life after marriage:

Shen Qi, who walks around the house like she owns it: Husband, can you please be a little more serious!

Xie Yuduo, who gets less and less serious: Second Madam, please cherish me. (Enticing posture)

Main plot: The history of the Shen and Xie couple's rising prosperity, from a once-prominent family in decline in a small town to mighty magnates in the capital.

(Always focused on business, never becoming officials or nobility, nor being descendants of royalty.)

(The male protagonist has two major hobbies in life: going out to earn silver, and coming home to tease his wife.)

Fictional setting, do not scrutinize historical details. Slow-paced, super sweet. Focuses on daily life and lasting affection.

Upon transmigrating, Yonglian became Emperor Qianlong's white moonlight son, Duanhui Crown Prince, who died young at eight years old.

Six-year-old Yonglian, resting his chubby face, fell into contemplation. If he didn't try to survive, he would die in two years. If he tried to survive, he'd have to be the Crown Prince for over sixty years... His second grand-uncle was driven crazy after being Crown Prince for forty years; sixty years as Crown Prince...

Wait a minute? Secret succession is currently in practice. Besides Emperor Ama, no one knows he's the Crown Prince, including himself. Since that's the case, he'll just lie flat for now.

Now the pressure was on Qianlong. The little Crown Prince he chose was frail, mediocre in studies and archery, and his personality was as soft as dough. What could he do? This was the precious Crown Prince born to him by the Empress! At worst, the Emperor Ama would just work a bit harder.

Reject extravagance and waste, must save more money for Yonglian. Cannot close off the country, Yonglian likes Western things just like Emperor Shengzu. Purge corrupt officials, lest Yonglian be deceived by these old political foxes later. As for literary inquisitions, there's no time for that; who has the leisure to nitpick words when there's construction to do?

...

As Yonglian continued to lie flat, he discovered that the Qianlong era was no longer a false prosperous age. Excellent, he could continue lying flat. Until one day, he found that Emperor Ama had secretly taken down the imperial edict of succession from behind the plaque.

Yonglian: ? Has Emperor Ama finally had enough of him, this salted fish, and wants to change Crown Princes?

Qianlong: I can't keep striving anymore, what should I do if I want to abdicate early?

This is a semi-fictionalized setting, please do not scrutinize historical accuracy. The focus is on familial love and group pampering, leaning towards an ensemble cast.

The Empress Dowager, doted on by her father and mother, suddenly transmigrated to the 1970s.

Confused, she was tricked by her unscrupulous elder sister and younger brother into becoming a sent-down youth in the countryside. She couldn't work, couldn't do laundry, and was picky about food. Her only skill was cooking, and she was dirt poor. The Empress Dowager, feeling her soft, smooth fingers, thought such a life was truly difficult.

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Gu Changqing, the village boss, was skilled in everything, both inside and outside the home. It was rare that he was also handsome and cherished women. Most importantly, he had a space-time supermarket. Suddenly, a beautiful 'white lotus' arrived in the village. Gu Changqing quickly drew lines and took her home.

My past life: Ordinary. Mediocre.

What I want in this life: Riches. Power. Influence.

My goal: To be a prodigal son. A waste youth with riches and power. Maybe even sidekicks.

My name is Ye Lang, I’m an alchemist, and I’m also here to squander as much money as I can.

Xiao Yao’s self-evaluation: obedient, sensible, and a proper lady.

However, in the eyes of others, she was mischievous, pretended to be well-behaved, and lazed around to get through the days.

Hey, hey, hey! This young lady is as beautiful as a flower—why isn’t anyone mentioning such a great quality?

Her family all nodded in agreement. “Yes, thanks to you being targeted by that little wolf cub, we have no choice but to become relatives of the royal family.”

Feeling aggrieved, Xiao Yao muttered, “I didn’t want this either…”

A certain man coolly responded, “My dear wife, what did you just say? I didn’t hear clearly. Could you please repeat that?”