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

     Spicy Strip stuck out its tongue at Xie Xize. It was so cute that he wanted to give him the best.


  However, Xie Xize suddenly felt as if he had created an epic problem for himself.


  On the slightly dilapidated street, the cool autumn wind blew Mo Yangyang's black hair. She had no makeup on, but her cheeks were flushed after exercising. Her eyes were bright and dazzling.


  At this moment, Mo Yangyang was like a rose burning in flames. She was so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble.


  Xie Xize looked at Mo Yangyang with a deeper and more passionate gaze.


  This was the 15th year Xie Xize had known Mo Yangyang, and she had never looked at him like this before.


  In the past, she never dared to look at him and always hid carefully.


  Now that he had suddenly shown a different side, Xie Xize could feel his heart beating and his blood flowing again.


  How could he let go of her like this?


How Could He Let Her Go When She Was Like This?