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I was once the daughter of rich family, but my father was beaten by my ex-husband and committed suicide in the prison one day. Everything had changed overnight and I was nothing suddenly. I had conceived my son when I divorced with my ex-husband, who persuaded me to do miscarriage operation, but I did not and worked in an electric bikes shop in another city in the hope of forgetting him. He had been so cruel to me and my father and I would never forgive him. Fortunately, my son was very cute and very sensible and I needed not worrying about him after he was born. I rode my motorized bicycle to work every day in the shopping mall of the city since he was two years old. What I needed to do was to make a lot of money and bring my son up and I could not let his father let me down if he knew our existence in the world one day. Even thought he was the boss of the electric brushless motors factory, I would not ask for his help forever and I would live independently with my son.