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 so happy that he couldn't even be bothered to hide the expression on his face.


  How could Gong Monan not be happy? What he liked the most was the scene in front of him.


  The person he had hated for so many years was now suffering from both mental and physical torture. There was nothing more painful than a father who treated his daughter as the apple of his eye being killed by his beloved daughter.


  Father Zheng, who was on the ground, whimpered like a dying old beast struggling before its death.


  Father Zheng looked at his beloved daughter in pain and shouted like a madman,It wasn't me, it wasn't me who poisoned him. Gong Monan, you must have framed me…It wasn't me...


  His daughter, whom he had held in his hands since she was young. He had always felt that his daughter loved him as much as she loved her own daughter.


  But why, in the end…Would it become like this?


  Gong Monan…This devil was too terrifying. How could he have such a vicious heart?


Chapter 1498: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms!