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

  A few minutes later, Mo Yangyang felt sleepy. Suddenly…


  "Hey, Fifth Uncle, what are you doing? Your hand…" "Mo Yangyang turned around and stretched out her hand in front of Xie Xize.


  "Fifth Uncle, you're really shameless, do you know that?"


  "You still have to get up early tomorrow. Take your hand back."


  "I'll wake up early. You can sleep a little longer."


  After a while, Mo Yangyang buried her face in the pillow and refused to come out.


  "Oh ... That means you still have strength."


  The Xie family was exceptionally calm after the bustle in the wee hours of the morning.


  No one noticed that the door to Little Chu's room slowly opened and he slowly walked out…


  Little Chu walked like a ghost. He made no sound, not even the sound of his clothes rubbing against each other.


Giving You A Head