Early October

Mo Yangyang, the fake daughter was kicked out of the family when the real daughter of the family returned. The real daughter demanded a good reputation, thus Mo Yangyang had to set her off by being the bad girl. She couldn't stand it any longer when she realized she was terminally ill. Even cannon fodder deserved to die with dignity. To leave no regrets behind, Mo Yangyang made a move on the man whom she was secretly in love for ten years, but she ended up being entangled with the man's uncle, the fifth son of the Xie Family whom every woman in Xiacheng was willing to squeeze their heads through a crowd just to meet in person, the man with the name Xie Xize.
Mo Yangyang, "Don't worry, I'm almost dead anyway.
Three months later...
Mo Yangyang, "Why am I still alive? And why is there another life in my stomach too? Wouldn't Fifth Elder Xie murder me once he found out about it?"
So she ran...
Five years later, the little kid dragged his trembling mother to Xie Xize and said, "Take good care of your woman, don't make me have to worry about her always." Fifth Elder Xie, "How are you going to pay me back for kidnapping my son for so many years?" Mo Yangyang shuddered, "I can give you another child...do you want it?"
The little kid, "I have a chance to start over again. I must take precautions earlier. With my father around, I won't have to worry that mom would be killed like cannon fodder again. It's time to teach those scum a lesson!"

The Cannon Fodder and Her Mr. Right

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Xie Xize and Mr. Wu, the CEO of the hospital, had just come out of the office, followed by Xie Xize's assistant.

Latiao's chubby finger was pointing right at him, nobody else.

He was wearing a long black coat. All but the highest button on his shirt were fully done. He was wearing the same glasses with golden frames. His tall, slim figure stood out among other people with his noble, unapproachable, and sacred bearing.

He always had the brightest shine, no matter how many people were around him. It was like no matter how many stars there were in the sky, there was always one that was brighter than the rest of them.

Hurry Up and Carry Me