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

    Along the way, Mo Yangyang wanted to pull her hand out many times, but she didn't succeed.


  His hand was slightly cold and dry. Mo Yangyang felt that her palm was getting hotter and hotter, so hot that her forehead started to sweat.


  Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere in the carriage was very quiet.


  Mo Yangyang gulped and mustered up her courage. ""I ... We want to get out of the car…"


  Xie Xize still did not let go. He turned to look at her and said with a smile,"Mo Yangyang, I haven't seen you for five years. As usual, you haven't improved much!"


  Mo Yangyang hugged her son tightly with one hand and pressed her face against the top of the Spicy Strip. She whispered, ""I can't compare to you. I'm even more black-hearted."


  Xie Xize's voice suddenly rang in her ears. Mo Yangyang looked up in fright and saw that he had leaned over at some point. His face was almost touching hers.


I Can't Be Compared to You, Fifth Master, I'm Even Blacker