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

    Mo Yangyang told him that no matter who he was in the past, he would only be Little Chu in the future.


  However, even if they didn't ask, Little Chu still felt a little guilty because his initial approach was indeed ill-intentioned. It could even be said that he had ulterior motives.


  Little Chu pinched the corner of his shirt and bit his lip. He didn't know how to face the spicy sticks.


  "Brother Chu, I've already brought you the hairdryer." Hurry up and dry your hair…You can't catch a cold."


  Little Chu raised his head. His face was a little pale, and he smiled at the Spicy Strip.


  He walked over, picked up the hairdryer, and turned it on.


  The hairdryer buzzed, and the noise was particularly loud in the room.


  After a while, she asked him to turn off the hairdryer.


We're Family