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

  Suddenly, he didn't know what to say.


  " Mom, " he looked at Old Madam Xie. " That was decades ago. Stop talking about it. "


  "So what if it's been a few decades?" Old Madam Xie chuckled. That's what you did. Do you know what you did that was even more overboard?"


  Mo Yangyang and Spicy Strips raised their hands at the same time. ""I want to know."


  "Grandma, I want to know. Tell me quickly…"


  "He…" Old Madam Xie said. When we were young, he didn't allow anyone else to carry him. He had to be carried by me. If it was someone else, he would still cry…I can't even sleep for two hours a day. Sometimes, when I'm angry, I abandon him and don't care about him. I think he's tired from crying and won't cry anymore."


Chapter 770: The Death of the Emperor