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.

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

of Chemistry, but his degree hadn't

any other way out. He decided to destroy himself along

the police what the man used, or how he'd done

her that this was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt to kill his

Blair flew backwards, hitting the living room wall. She was knocked

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

had robbed her of her

the blazing fire ripped through

something, ' she

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

head went blank. She could

called out at the top of her

saw a figure burst into view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad, wreathed

lay on the floor, unable to move.

saw him mouth to her,

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

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

the pain, Blair struggled to stand and

felt something sharp and withdrew her hand, her head turning to look. A sharp piece of metal was lodged in her arm, and blood

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

want to live if her parents were

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 only covered a short

burning hot, and her

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

announcing their presence

broken window to search for people trapped inside. He waded through the blaze and saw Blair standing there in a daze. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the