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

    After all, that was his third brother.


  All these years, it was as if this person had never existed in this family. Everyone deliberately forgot about him and did not dare to mention him in front of the old couple.


  Even on the anniversary of his death, he would at most secretly send a bouquet of flowers to the cenotaph.


  Xie Xize felt that his family had let his third brother down.


  Including him, because that was his family.


  You can't treat your family like this…


  Old Master Xie's face had turned green from anger. He pointed at Xie Beizhao with trembling fingers.


  He was about to fly into a rage, but after a while, Old Master Xie suddenly let out a long sigh. His eyes were red, and two streams of tears slowly rolled down.


  "So…All these years, you all think so…"


  Xie Beizhao looked at the old man's tears and felt even more uncomfortable. It was as if he was being pressed down by a heavy weight to strike up a conversation.


Chapter 1338: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms!