The 1980s: On New Year’s Eve, I Terminated the Factory Director’s Child

In the winter of 1978, eight months pregnant, she was pressured by her ex-husband, a former educated youth, and his cherished first love to sign away everything and leave with nothing.

He said, “Wanjing’s child can’t be born out of wedlock. Step aside for now. We’ll remarry after she gives birth.”

I laughed coldly and nodded, then turned and walked into the hospital. That very night, I boarded a train heading south.

Years later, I returned home in glory as the celebrated fashion queen of Haicheng, with my handsome Hong Kong businessman husband and genius son by my side.

My ex-husband stopped my car in a cloud of dust, his eyes red as he asked, “Qingyun, is our child... doing well?”

I rolled down the window and gracefully stroked the leather seat. “Comrade Gu, who are you? My son has only one father.”