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

    Jiang Niancheng rolled up his sleeves. " Come, continue. I don't believe that I, an adult, can't beat you! "“


  Gu Fei and the Crown Prince said at the same time,"You really can't win!"“


  The old lady was watching them from the side. She was smiling and had a kind expression on her face. She was busy knitting a sweater for the spicy sticks.


  Although Mo Yangyang and the spicy stick had said that she did not need to knit wool, the old lady said that she had nothing to do. The sweater she bought was not as warm as the one she knitted herself!


  Meanwhile, Little Chu was half-lying on the sofa with a book in his hand. It was a rather ancient martial arts novel that the spicy sticks had found for him.


  The living room was bustling with activity.


  In the kitchen, the atmosphere was filled with pink bubbles.


He Was Like A Third Party