In the winter of 1978, when she was eight months pregnant, she was forced by her ex-husband, an educated youth, and his wife Bai Yueguang to sign an agreement to leave the house.
He said: "Wanqing's child cannot be an illegitimate child. You give up the throne first and remarry after she gives birth."
I nodded with a sneer, turned around and walked into the hospital, and boarded the southbound train that night.
Many years later, I became the costume queen of the famous Haicheng City and returned home in fine clothes with my handsome Hong Kong businessman husband and genius son.
My ex-husband stopped my car in the dust and asked with red eyes: "Qingyun, is our child... Okay?"
I rolled down the window and gracefully touched the leather seat: "Comrade Gu, who are you? My son only has one father."
