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.

her parents, she heard a loud bang and flames sprang up to the

Jacob Jing was a Professor of Chemistry,

any other way out. He decided

the man used, or how he'd done it. Her dad might have been a

police told her that this was suicide. Her father brought explosives

the living room wall. She was knocked

were contorted in pain, their mouths open. But

had robbed her of her hearing.

save her parents, but the blazing fire ripped

do something, ' she

couldn't find her phone. Probably it

Her head went blank. She could do nothing but call them.

still called out at the

and wreckage. It was her dad, wreathed

lay on the floor, unable to

him mouth to her,

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

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

stand and stagger

the fire. As she moved, she felt a sharp pain. Her hand flew to the wound instinctively. She felt something sharp and withdrew her hand, her head turning to look. A sharp

she didn't leave

live if her parents

the kitchen to help put out the fire, but the temperature was too high.

burning hot, and her clothes

the fire. She didn't know what to do.

fire engines were approaching, sirens announcing their

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