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.

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

Chemistry, but his degree

wife any longer, and couldn't see any other way out. He decided to destroy

tell the police what the man used, or how he'd done it. Her dad might have been a chemistry genius, but she didn't inherit any of his

suicide. Her father brought

the living room wall. She was knocked senseless. When she opened her eyes again, every

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

her of her hearing.

and save her parents, but the blazing fire ripped through the whole villa. She

must do something, ' she

wanted to call the fire department, but she couldn't find her phone. Probably it didn't matter anyway,

Mom!" Her head went blank. She could do

called out at the top of her

a figure burst into view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad, wreathed in flames. He wore an expression of extreme pain—but paradoxically, also,

the floor, unable to move.

mouth to her, "Run!

life. This was everything she ever

kept ringing. It was, after all, a high-class housing estate.

to stand and

the wound instinctively. She felt something sharp and withdrew her hand, her head turning to look. A sharp piece

this moment, she realized that if she didn't leave the villa now,

didn't want to live if her parents

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 only covered a short

and her clothes were drenched

thick with acrid smoke from the fire. She didn't know

sirens announcing their presence minutes before

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