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

    Mo Yangyang stood there in a daze as if she had been petrified. The place where he had scratched her palm felt a wave of itchiness, little by little, until it reached her heart, causing her to be dazzled for a moment.


  Also, when Xie Xize spoke just now, she actually heard a hint of affection in his voice. This must be an illusion.


  This was even scarier than her dream of being tied to the operating table by Xie Xize and having her legs chopped off!


  Just as Mo Yangyang was distracted, she suddenly felt a chill on the back of her hand.


  She looked down and saw Xie Xize's beautiful fingers gently pushing the ointment away from the scalded area on the back of her hand. He was very slow, very light, and very serious…


  It was as if he was treating the most important, most rigorous, and most error-free experiment.


Holding Her Hand Like Holding a Treasure