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 bodyguard finally found a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Lan Dongzhi's mouth, stopping her from saying anything.


  Chu Qingyan twirled the ring on her left pinkie and said in a bone-chilling voice, "" Lan Dongzhi, since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish. Open the trunk and stuff it in. "


  "I gave you face, but you don't want it. Then don't blame me for embarrassing you!"


  Even though his mouth was gagged, Lan Dongzhi was still smiling.


  Give her face? These high and mighty young masters were all too conceited. They all felt that as long as they spoke to her, touched her head, and gave her some money, it would be a great gift.


  Lan Dongzhi really wanted to scratch all their faces…


  Just as the bodyguard opened the trunk and was about to stuff Lan Dongzhi in.


  Suddenly, a few cars drove over and a dozen bodyguards in black stopped.


  When Lan Dongzhi saw them, the smile in his eyes deepened.


Don't Blame Me If You Don't Want My Face