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

    He really heard what the two nurses said. They did not deliberately lower their voices.


  " Lock down the scene, " Zhou Mingye said. " Call the police and ask them to come over immediately. "


  With that, Zhou Mingye quickly went upstairs!


  There was something strange about Sui Yuanyuan jumping off the building. He had to figure it out.


  A perfectly fine person, especially when her mind had begun to wake up, would never commit suicide. Moreover, Sui Yuanyuan was a very afraid of death, so she would not die.


  Zhou Mingye rushed to the 10th floor and checked the ward where Sui Yuanyuan had stayed.


  The needle that had fallen to the ground in the ward still had tape on it. A small amount of medicine had already flowed out.


  There was still a little blood on the needle, and beside it was a broken glass.


  There were only traces of one person's activity in the room. There was no second person.


Killing Yourself