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

    Xie Xize's smile made Mo Yangyang shiver.


  But now, the anger in her heart couldn't be dissipated. Looking at Xie Xize's ostentatious and heartless face, she wanted to scratch it!


  At this moment, she did not realize that her fear of Xie Xize was not as deep as before.


  Mo Yangyang gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. ""Other than scaring me, what else can you do?"


  Mo Yangyang was stunned for a moment, and her face burned. She said angrily,"You ... You ... You're too shameless ...!"


  Xie Xize picked her up and strode away!


  Fei Nanluo wanted to chase after him, but in the end, he didn't. He touched the things he had prepared in his pocket but hadn't had the time to take them out and lowered his head in loneliness.


  Could it be that he really couldn't make up for those years that he was late?


Mo Yangyang, You Foul First