"He wants the son," Chen Xueru said painfully. "Even if he wanted to marry me, I wouldn't. After all these years, he's done such despicable things to me. How could I still love him? My son is my everything, and I truly don't know what to do."
Tang Mandong comforted her, telling her not to cry, and couldn't help but think that Gu Rui was a truly monstrous man. How could such a scoundrel do something like this to his own woman?
Chen Xueru's life was truly more dramatic than any play, enough to make a thrilling movie.
After such blows, if it weren't for her son, she probably wouldn't have been able to carry on—betrayed by the one she loved most, violated by a stranger, plummeting from the peak of her career, yet still content with her current situation, not fighting or scrambling, like a warm breeze. Losing a woman like this was truly Gu Rui's loss.
"Sister Xueru, don't worry. You have work now, and you're capable of supporting your family. You won't lose in court," Wen Nuan said.
