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

    Previously, he was forced to learn Go, which almost drove him crazy.


  Xie Beizhao raised his hand and slapped Xie Fengmian on the head. ""You still have the cheek to say that."


  He walked over and stood at the side to watch the old and young play chess.


  The two of them were so engrossed that neither of them looked up.


  Xie Beizhao and the others stood in a circle to watch.


  Although they were not very proficient in Go, they could still understand the situation on the board.


  The black and white sides were in a stalemate. They were evenly matched.


  Xie Beizhao focused on the Spicy Strips. He pressed forward step by step, steadily and steadily. Every move he made was very experienced and shrewd. If one did not look at the person, but only at his style of playing chess, it would be impossible to believe that this was just a child who was not even five years old.


  Spicy Strip was not in a hurry to play chess. Every piece he placed was far-sighted.


Chapter 1009: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms!