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

    When Xie Xize and his group arrived, they saw that the Chu family was in a state of silence.


  Xie Fengmian whispered to Xie Jialei, " When you see Chu Qingyan later, don't spout nonsense. You're representing the Xie Family now, do you know that? Don't embarrass our family. "


  "Yeah, I know, Big Brother…" Xie Jialei nodded.


  When the Chu family heard that the Xie family had arrived, Chu Qingyan's father quickly came out.


  Xie Beizhao shook hands with him and exchanged pleasantries for a while, expressing his regret and grief before heading to the mourning hall.


  The sun had risen, and the people in the mourning hall felt less afraid.


  Those who peed in their pants had already run off to change their clothes.


  The air in the mourning hall was much fresher now.


  However, because he had been burning paper, there was a smoky smell in the air.


  The people of the Chu Clan were kneeling on both sides of the mourning hall.


Chapter 999: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms