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 Yangyang felt a lump in her throat. She regretted it. Although this act was considered a success, but…She was already so good at acting. Her husband had just left not long ago, and now, something had happened to her one after another. How could the old lady take it?


  Mo Yangyang hugged the old lady tightly and nodded while crying."Mom, it's true. I'm back. I'm fine…The police caught the drug dealers who framed me. They admitted that they framed me. I'm not guilty. I'm out…It's my fault. I've made you worry these past few days. Mom, I'm sorry ..."


  From the time she went in to the time she came out, Mo Yangyang had been in the police station for eleven days.


  These eleven days weren't long at all, but to the old lady who cared about her, every second was torture.


  The old lady patted Mo Yangyang's back. It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back ..."


  Xie Xize placed the vase on the table.


It's Good That You're Back