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.

room. Before she could greet her parents, she heard a loud bang and flames sprang up to the

was a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree hadn't

any other

how he'd done it. Her dad might have been a chemistry genius, but she

was suicide. Her father brought

knocked senseless. When she opened her eyes again, every bone

faces were contorted in pain, their mouths open. But Blair couldn't hear anything

her

ripped through the

something, ' she thought.

fire department, but she couldn't find her phone. Probably it didn't matter anyway, because she

went blank. She could do nothing but

she could hear nothing, she still called out

was her dad, wreathed in flames. He wore an expression of

lay on the floor, unable to move.

saw him mouth to

head; she just couldn't run for her life. This was everything she ever knew, and now she watched it burn before

the villa kept ringing. It was, after all, a high-class housing estate. Soon, a crowd gathered outside

stand and

hand, her head

she didn't leave the villa now, she might never be able to.

she didn't want to live if her parents were dead.

throwing rocks through the windows, 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

and her clothes were drenched in

from the fire. She didn't know what

were approaching, sirens announcing their

waded through the blaze and saw Blair standing there in a daze. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her