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

  That's right ... That was indeed what he thought.


  He wanted to know how Xie Xize, a man who was overly calm, had a monstrous IQ, and was more rational than anything else, would react after losing his beloved.


  These were all dark and evil thoughts that grew in his mind. He did not even dare to say them.


  When he thought about it, he just quickly skipped it.


  There was no anger in Xie Xize's eyes. He said,"Zhou You…I invited you here to save people, but you treated me, the Spicy Strips, and Yang Yang as your test subjects. It doesn't matter if we're sad or not in your heart. It doesn't matter if Yang Yang is dead or alive. Everything is just an experiment…"


  "I ... I ..." Zhou You could not refute.


  That's right, hadn't he always thought this way? It didn't matter whether others lived or died, or whether others were sad or not.


Tearing His Dreams to Tear