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

Mo Yangyang felt her mind going blank as if she was struck by lightning!

Was...was her luck really that bad?

Maybe...maybe...it's someone with the same surname?

Mo Yangyang felt like she had suddenly fallen into an ice cellar when she heard the cold voice behind her. Her last glimpse of hope had shattered into pieces.

She had an urge to find a hole and hide inside.

The weather was not great today, it had been drizzling when Mo Yangyang left the restaurant. She was wearing a blue raincoat, and the water from it was dropping silently on the carpet.

No one said a word. No one dared to make a single noise. It was deadly quiet.

The atmosphere had intensified all of a sudden. It felt weird.

Mo Yangyang was still holding the takeaway boxes.

Coward, Hang in There