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

  Chu Lengdan was really furious. His eyes were red and swollen. It was obvious that he had cried.


  After all, the one who died was his grandfather.


  They were his relatives. When he was young, they had also reported to him and taught him…


  The descendants of the Chu family were basically all in the mourning hall at this time because this was the first night that Old Master Chu had left.


  After the deceased left, the children and grandchildren had to keep vigil at night. This was the rule…


  However, the Old Master's most beloved grandson, Chu Qingyan, was not in the mourning hall. Instead, she had returned to her room to sleep.


  How could this not anger Chu indifferently?


  Chu Qingyan chuckled softly at Chu Ningdan's words. He shook his head and found it ridiculous.


  However, his smile provoked Chu Lengdan even more. " Bastard, you're still smiling. Grandfather is already dead, and you're still smiling? Are you still human?"


Bastard, You Can Still Laugh