ongoingRuan Mian transmigrated from a post‑apocalyptic wasteland to an interstellar world. She’s still a pitiful, unloved, useless little thing whose dad doesn’t care and whose mom doesn’t love her. No problem, her plant‑type supernatural ability came along too, so filling her stomach is no issue! What? This world actually has no plants? Becoming a rich lady isn’t a dream; it all starts with a single boxed lunch! What? She’s got a baby brewing in her belly? The cold‑shouldered, lofty interstellar marshal pleads meekly: “I’m willing to use the galaxy as a dowry, please give me a glance, Mian Mian.” The genius teen with SSS‑level psychic power looks at his only cure: “Without you I’m nothing; please, don’t leave me.” The CEO of the top interstellar conglomerate offers his entire fortune: “Here, a baby‑raising fund!