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

    After flipping through it for a while, she really found it. She also found two photo albums, both of which belonged to Xie Xize.


  Old Master Xie bent down to take out the photo album. When he got up, he accidentally knocked over a dusty book that had been left in the corner for a long time. It was Garcia Márquez's novel, One Hundred Years of Solitude. It was a hardcover edition, an original English novel.


  Pa, the book fell to the ground. Dust flew up and a yellowed photo floated out.


  Old Master Xie quickly picked up the books and photos.


  However, when he picked up the photo and saw the person on it, he suddenly remembered the question that he had been puzzled about before.


  He finally knew why he felt that Mo Yangyang…He was familiar with it.


  Old Master Xie held the photo and squatted there for a long time without moving.


  In the living room, Old Madam Xie said, " Hey, what's this old man doing? He's been gone for so long. Why isn't he coming out? "


Chapter 767: The Soul-Slaying King