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

    The woman in black trembled and said,"Poison…" Or ... Whatever method you want, I will do my best to complete it. As long as you give me a chance, I will definitely not disappoint you…"


  Gong Monan's finger twirled around the purple clay teapot and he said, ""Tsk…However, it seems to be alright…"


  The woman in black's heart skipped a beat. She didn't dare to breathe as she waited for Gong Monan to finish his sentence.


  Gong Monan said,"However, this is not enough for you to survive. Compared to using you to deal with my son, I feel that you are more useful to your father as a gift every day. After all, the former is almost impossible to succeed, while the latter ... The success rate is 100%."


Chapter 1089: The Great Battle!