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

    After Mo Yangyang was stunned, she immediately cursed herself, "Bah, he still had time to think about this.


  When she cooked, she always had the habit of wearing a mask.


  Did he know that she was Mo Yangyang?


  Mo Yangyang could remain calm in the face of those gangsters who caused trouble and smashed the shop, but when facing Xie Xize, she instinctively wanted to retreat.


  However, Yuanyuan was blocking her from behind, cutting off her escape route.


  Xie Xize stood in the shop and scanned the situation inside, his expression unchanged.


  He looked noble, and he was incompatible with this shabby and messy shop. It was as if two parallel worlds that should not have any intersection at all.


  The troublemakers looked at each other, and the leader stood up."Who are you?"


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