Quick Transmigration: The Bewitching Beauty Wins It All by Having Children

When the apocalypse arrived, the delicate and stunning Jiang Yao was on the brink of death when she bonded with the “188 Wealth and Childbearing System.”

As long as she transmigrated into small worlds and played the villainess, stole the fortunes of scumbag men, and bore heirs for powerful figures in various worlds who were fated to have no descendants, she would earn limitless wealth. Every coin would be exchanged at a one-to-one rate for real supplies and sent back to the apocalyptic base!

Looking at her flawlessly crafted face and exceptionally fertile body, Jiang Yao curled her red lips. “Romance costs too much. Men are just tools for making money.”

And so, the villainess who was supposed to meet a tragic end turned the story into one where she was utterly adored and had children!

[The Rough Man of the Seventies] Dumped by her former educated-youth boyfriend? She turns around and falls into the arms of the ruthless, possessive black-market tycoon at the factory, a retired soldier who can never have children. She gives birth to triplets, shocking the entire factory! Her ex begs her to take him back, but the tycoon breaks his legs and throws him into the far northwest!

[The Tyrant Who Killed His Brother and Father] A ruined kingdom’s bewitching consort, sent away in a political marriage? She goes barefoot and climbs onto the childless tyrant’s throne, coyly complaining that she’s tired. With reddened eyes, the tyrant pulls her into his arms. “I’ll give you my empire and my life. Yao Yao, give me a crown prince...”

[The Abstinent Buddhist of the Capital’s Elite Circle] A true heiress driven to bankruptcy after being framed by a fake heiress? She knocks on the door of a powerful financier who fingers his prayer beads, wearing a qipao. She teases the beads from his hand, and by the time her pregnancy shows, all the young masters of the capital’s elite circle have gone mad!

Later, as Jiang Yao gazes at the mountains of supplies worth billions piled up at the apocalyptic base, ready to retire as a queen, the powerful men who were supposed to be childless, fragments of a god, tear through the void and come for her. They pin her in a corner, their voices hoarse. “Yao Yao, we gave you all our money. Aren’t you going to take responsibility for stealing our hearts? Be good, and give me another child...”