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 child's cries echoed throughout the villa.


  It was as if she was about to cry out all the sadness and sadness in her life.


  It had been so many days since he had witnessed the old man's death, but this was the first time the Spicy Strip had cried.


  He blamed himself and felt sad. He thought that he did not protect the old master well.


  If only he had been more decisive, if only he didn't want to be clean, if only his hands weren't stained with human lives, if only he could live a good life with his mother in this life, if only he could have killed He Xinyue the first time he saw her.


  Then all these tragedies wouldn't have happened!


  The Spicy Strip did not cry before, but his heart was suffering more than anyone else!


Fifth Uncle, Will You Leave Me?