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

    Those who had met Luo Qian said that she was an elegant, dignified, and gentle woman.


  She had returned to the Mo family for five years. Although she was sometimes lectured by Luo Qian, her words were always gentle, as if she would not get angry.


  However, the more gentle Luo Qian was, the more ruthless the slap was.


  Mo Shixuan had never seen Luo Qian like this. She covered her face and lay on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.


  Luo Qian gracefully squatted down and pinched Mo Shixuan's chin. ""I told you to bring Mo Yangyang back. What did you do?"


  Luo Qian's voice was still gentle, but her grip on Mo Shixuan was exceptionally tight.


  Her meticulously trimmed nails dug into Mo Shixuan's flesh!


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