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 rested at home for three days.


  For the past three days, she ate well and slept well. There was nothing to worry about every day. She felt that she had not been so relaxed in a long time.


  It was seven o'clock in the morning. Mo Yangyang was sleeping soundly in Xie Xize's arms.


  Suddenly, she opened her eyes and panted heavily.


  Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear. She looked at the ceiling above her head and slowly turned her head. Her gaze swept across the room inch by inch, and finally…Her eyes fell on Xie Xize's face. She was stunned for a moment before she gently exhaled the turbid air that was pressing down on her chest.


  Mo Yangyang tiptoed out of Xie Xize's arms and opened the window. The bright sunlight shone in. Even in the cold wind of the winter morning, it made people feel a little warm.


  Mo Yangyang took a deep breath, and the last bit of sleepiness disappeared completely.


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