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

    Everyone looked at the old lady in shock.


  No one told him, so how did she know?


  There was no sadness on the old lady's face. She still had a smile on her face, as if she was talking about a very ordinary matter and not a matter of life and death.


  The old lady looked at them and smiled. It has been exactly 50 years. The time I spent with him has occupied more than half of my life. We have long become a part of each other. Even if you don't say it, I can feel it. "


  Even at this moment, the old lady was still smiling.


  She was so weak, yet so warm and powerful.


  It seemed that no matter how big the storm was, it could not blow her down.


  Even if her body would be tortured to the point of being covered in injuries, it would not damage her noble soul!


  Mo Yangyang and the others were all worried about how to tell her.


  Little did he know that she already knew.


Walk Slowly, Wait for Me