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

    Lin Cong deeply felt that he really needed to go to the hospital to have his eyes checked. He doubted whether there was a need to keep his eyes!


  He had the urge to poke his eyes out.


  How stupid was he to be tricked like this?


  Originally, Lin Cong was very sad and heartbroken…Because his happiness was gone. He loved someone, but in the end, he was hurt all over. Although he hated her, the pain was even greater.


  But now, Lin Cong suddenly felt that his sadness had dissipated quite a bit. What was left was disgust towards him.


  He felt that he was stupid, had a low IQ, and was a retard.


  He even abandoned his home for a woman.


  The more Lin Cong thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt. He could not help but raise his hand and slap himself hard.


  He had slapped quite hard this time. Half of his face was left with a palm print.


Chapter 1247: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms