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

  All of a sudden, he could not say anything.


  This kid was too difficult to solve, just like his mother.


  Even someone as smart as Xie Xize felt that the little thing in front of him was like a black hole. He couldn't rush or force it, and he would be rendered speechless at any time!


  Spicy Strip jumped down from the swing and sighed, ""A child without a father is really pitiful!"


  With his hands behind his back, he looked like a little old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life!


  Xie Xize stepped forward and picked up the spicy stick."You have a father."


  The Spicy Strip seemed to be hanging on the wall as it kicked its two short legs."I know. Otherwise, where did I come from? My father passed away early. I understand. I'm not a one-or-two-year-old child!"


  "Let go of me, my clothes are wrinkled!"


  The two of them were in a stalemate when suddenly, a sharp and ear-piercing voice sounded.


Fatherless Little Bastard