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

    Mo Shixuan stood there in a daze, her mouth agape, completely unable to speak.


  How could that be? She had indeed done many bad things, but she had never done anything like this.


  Mo Shixuan saw that there were two more people behind them. They were dressed in police uniforms, and the metal epaulets on their shoulders shone under the sunlight, making her eyes sting.


  " What did you say? " she asked in a daze.


  The man standing on the left in front of Mo Shixuan had short hair that tested his facial features. He was handsome and his skin was a healthy wheat color. He exuded a masculine aura and his eyes were as bright as torches. He was a handsome face in traditional China aesthetics.


I Didn't Kill Anyone