Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Blair had heard about Wesley long before they met. Everyone thought he was a hero. In Blair's eyes, he was a superhero.

Blair was luckier than Wesley's other fans because her uncle was his superior. A few loving words were all it took, and her uncle told her anything she wanted to know about the man she had a crush on.

Even so, Blair had never asked her uncle to introduce her. She believed in fate, and somehow, she firmly believed that they would eventually be together.

Shock of shocks, she was right. She met him not long after.

But their first meeting was not a fun one.

That year, Blair was nineteen years old and Wesley was twenty-three.

Blair was a college student, and her college was in the same city as her home. But she seldom came home. Whenever she did, she always saw her parents fighting.

But sometimes, she had to come home. Just like today.

It was the holidays. Her roommates all went home. Blair stood in front of the villa with a small suitcase. It was a beautiful villa, but hardly warm.

She typed in the code at the entrance. "Beep!" The door to the villa opened.

"Look at you! I'm sick of you! Why did you come back? Get out of here!" a woman shrieked—she was Blair's mom, Grace Ji. Blair sighed helplessly as she realized that her mom was yelling at her dad again.

Judging from her name, you could tell that Grace Ji's parents wanted her to be a graceful woman.

And she worked to live up to that name. Even now, she was soft and elegant in public. Everyone believed that her name reflected her inner beauty.

But she was a totally different woman in front of Jacob Jing, Blair's father.

Blair knew why—it was because of life.

Life had ground her kind-hearted and gentle mom down. She became bitter and angry.

she could greet her parents, she

of Chemistry,

man couldn't stand his wife any longer, and couldn't see any other way

good at chemistry. Blair couldn't tell the police what the man used, or how he'd done it. Her dad might have been a chemistry genius, but she

suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in

wall. She was knocked senseless. When she opened her eyes again, every bone in her body

mess—flames and debris everywhere. Her parents' faces were contorted in pain, their mouths open. But Blair couldn't hear anything but a powerful ringing in her ears.

had robbed her

to rush in and save her parents, but the blazing fire ripped through the

must do something,

couldn't find her phone. Probably it didn't matter anyway, because

blank. She could do nothing

could hear nothing, she still called out at the top of

fire and wreckage. It was her dad,

on the floor, unable to

him mouth to her,

her head; she just couldn't run for her life. This was everything she

alarm in the villa kept ringing. It was, after all, a

stand and stagger

and withdrew her hand, her head

this moment, she realized that if she didn't leave the villa now, she might never

want to live if

trying to help anyone who might be trapped in there. Blair wanted to go to the kitchen to help put out the fire, but the temperature was too high. She felt like she had been walking forever, but she'd

face was burning hot, and her

acrid smoke from the fire. She didn't know what

fire engines were approaching, sirens announcing their presence minutes before

a broken window to search for people trapped inside. He waded through the blaze and saw Blair standing there