"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.