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

    I've already given you two chances. If you can't even do such a small thing, do you think you're worthy of following me?"


  "Sir, sir, please, give us another chance. I promise that we will definitely find that woman this time. I beg you…"


  A few people came in and dragged them out.


  The person standing in front of the desk held the Bodhi Buddha bracelet in his left hand tightly. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as if he was trying very hard to control his emotions.


  He swept the brush, ink, paper, inkstone, penholder, and books on the table to the ground.


  Especially that extremely expensive inkstone, which had already broken into three pieces.


  He gritted his teeth and said angrily,"Trash, a bunch of trash. All of you are trash…"


  The person outside the door heard the commotion and rushed in.


No one is allowed to hurt her