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

One second… two seconds… three seconds...

Mo Yangyang froze, as if she had been stripped under the icy moonlight and left exposed to the cold wind on the street, turning her into a statue.

Xie Xize's hand was so nice to look at. His nails were perfectly done. His fingers were slender, like some delicately crafted jewels.

Mo Yangyang definitely had no time to admire the man's hand. She was already bursting into tears inside.

She suddenly recalled the scene five years ago, when he reached his hand out of the window holding a handkerchief and asked her to clean the door handle.

They had not met for five years. Since when did the reputable Fifth Elder Xie of Xiacheng become so kind-hearted?

Is he just messing around with me?

Xie Xize Suddenly Holds Her Hand