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

    Their heads were squeezed together, their faces almost touching the child's face.


  Spicy Strips reached out to pinch Little Shun's face, but Mo Yangyang stopped him. ""He's still young. You can't pinch his face…You can't even pinch your nose!"


  "Oh!" Latiao put down her hand. " Mommy, look at his double eyelids. His eyes are so big. "


  "Your eyes look like your Winter Solstice Auntie."


  The Spicy Strip looked at it seriously for a while and nodded.


  " Little Shun is so obedient. He doesn't make a fuss. I thought babies like to cry. "


  His words made Mo Yangyang's heart feel a little stifled. This child was so young. It could be said that he had experienced a narrow escape. He was unusually obedient, even more obedient than when he was a child.


  Even though the environment had changed and his mother was no longer by his side, he did not make a fuss.


  This child was so sensible that it made one's heart ache.


  "This child is sensible," Mo Yangyang sighed.


Chapter 1571: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms