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

    Xie Xize's face was right in front of her. He was so good-looking, like the sun and moon in the sky. No one could compete with him.


  He was also so terrifying, cold, cruel, and paranoid…


  A deep fear was left in Mo Yangyang's heart.


  At this moment, he was still smiling brightly, as if there was no haze in his eyes.


  But ... Mo Yangyang was afraid. This person's face was always different from what he thought.


  Mo Yangyang couldn't control herself. She had told herself last night that she didn't have to be so afraid of Xie Xize, but when he came in front of her, she was still instinctively afraid.


  Xie Xize and Mo Yangyang were very close to each other. No matter how Mo Yangyang shrunk her body, it was useless.


  She was almost completely pressed against the wall by Xie Xize. From the perspective of others, she was in his arms.


  Even through the mask, Mo Yangyang could smell Xie Xize's scent. It was a faint, cold fragrance that was oppressive…


My Waist Is About to Break