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 knew that Mo Yangyang was feeling uneasy, so he had been restraining himself during this period of time and tried to reduce his intimacy with her. He did not want to give her pressure.


  Xie Xize had never thought that she would take the initiative to get close to him like this, nor did he dare to think about it.


  Mo Yangyang raised her hand and waved it in front of Xie Xize. " Fifth Uncle, wake up. You haven't cut the onions yet. "“


  Xie Xize came back to his senses. His heart was beating very fast. He wanted to laugh, but he seemed too happy for a moment and couldn't control the muscles on his face.


  If it weren't for the fact that there was still a faint warmth left in the place where Mo Yangyang had kissed him, Xie Xize wouldn't have believed it.


What He Wanted Was Just That She Was Happy