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

  She was almost in a difficult position. The child refused to eat three meals a day. It was really too anxious…


  She also hated Mo Yangyang in her heart. She only felt that it was all Mo Yangyang's fault. She was the one who cooked so well and seduced her son. He wanted to run to the house next door all day.


  However, what angered her the most was Mo Yangyang's genius son.


  Her son was two years older than Latiao and was already in primary school, but Latiao knew more than her son.


  Sometimes, her son did not know how to do his homework. He even secretly went to look for spicy sticks.


  The lady next door always suspected that her son's missing pocket money had been scammed away by the spicy sticks.


  She had asked her son about it, but he had said that there was no such thing. It was not a spicy stick.


  If Mo Yangyang knew what she was thinking, she would probably scold her.


Chapter 1162: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms