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.

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

the way, Jacob Jing was a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree

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

he'd done it. Her dad might have been a

Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt to kill his wife

Blair flew backwards, hitting the living room wall. She was knocked senseless. When she opened her

a mess—flames and debris everywhere. Her parents' faces were contorted in pain, their

robbed her of her

the blazing fire ripped through the whole villa. She tried,

do something,

find her phone. Probably it didn't

blank. She could do nothing

nothing, she still called out

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

the floor,

him mouth to her, "Run!

This was everything

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

stand and

felt a sharp pain. Her hand flew to the wound instinctively. She felt something sharp and withdrew her hand,

that if she didn't leave the villa now,

live if her parents

to help anyone who might be trapped in there. Blair wanted to go to the kitchen to

burning hot, and her

was thick with acrid smoke from the

were approaching, sirens announcing their presence

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