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

    If there were really ghosts in this world, then the Gong family was the Myriad Ghost Cave.


  This place was cold and gloomy even during the day. Even in summer, when it was the hottest, one would not feel any heat.


  Gong Chenye always felt that there was a constant stench of blood in the air here, especially on rainy days. When the air was humid, the stench of blood became even stronger…


  Ever since he stepped into the Gong residence and learned how this place ate people, Gong Chenye had never slept in bed again.


  The people who used to live here were all dead. Perhaps they died on this bed.


  Especially when the buttons on Gong Chenye's clothes rolled off the bed. He crawled in to pick them up, only to realize that under the bed…There was a broken hand bone and a large patch of dried blood.


Assassination