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"He wants the son," Chen Xueru said in agony, "Even if he wants to marry me, I won't marry him. After all these years, he did such outrageous things to me. How can I possibly still love him? My son is everything to me. I really don't know what to do."

Tang Mandong comforted her to stop crying and couldn't help thinking that Gu Rui was indeed a damnable man. How could there be such a despicable man, who would do such a thing to his own woman?

Chen Xueru's life was truly more spectacular than her movies. It could make a sensational film.

After such a blow, if it weren't for her son, she probably couldn't have carried on—betrayed by the one she loved most, assaulted by a stranger, fallen from the peak of her career to the bottom of the valley, yet still content with her lot, uncompetitive, like a warm breeze. Losing such a woman was Gu Rui's loss.

"Sister Xueru, don't panic. You now have a job and the capability to support your family. You won't lose in court," Wen Nuan said.