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

    He was the organizer. When they rented the venue previously, the organizer had listed a few places and asked for his opinion.


  He had originally chosen another place, but after considering it, the organizers still chose this place.


  A friend of Song Biao's had indeed said that this stadium…It was the Xie family's property.


  The Xie family…It was the Xie family in Xia City, the real wealthy family among the wealthy families.


  At this moment, Song Biao's palm was slightly sweaty. He hoped…Xie Fengmian was just trying to scare them, deliberately…Nonsense!


  How could the Xie family, such a wealthy family…Why would he come to participate in the Chef King Competition?


  How was this possible? Was the Xie family so free? Was he so down-to-earth?


  At this moment, Song Biao's thoughts were the same as Jin Ling's when she saw the custom-made Rolex watch on Xie Fengmian's wrist.


Do I Still Have to Pick a Day to Slap Your Face?