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

    The long-lost, nauseating voice suddenly rang out in the store with a dramatic, trembling sobbing voice. Everyone looked up.


  The Spicy Strips didn't move. He sat at the cashier counter, his gem-like clear eyes cold and sinister.


  He just looked at the woman holding his mother's hand calmly!


  In her previous life, she was the first person to die in Xie Xize's laboratory.


  One of the murderers who killed her mother…


  Mo Yangyang frowned, thinking that she had misheard. She turned her head to take a look and was stunned for a second before she regained her composure and looked away.


  "Why do I feel like vomiting?" she asked with a frown.


  Little Chu was cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks on the table beside him. When he heard this, he quickly picked up the trash can and handed it over.


  Coincidentally, the trash can brushed past the Haute Couture jacket and a piece of coriander leaf was hung on it.


One of the Murderers Who Killed His Mother