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

a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree hadn't made him much money.

and couldn't see any other way out. He decided to destroy himself

how he'd done it. Her dad might have been a chemistry genius, but she didn't

the police told her that this was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an

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

and debris everywhere. Her parents' faces were contorted in pain, their mouths

her

and save her parents, but the blazing fire ripped through the whole villa. She tried, and was forced back by the heat.

must do something, '

the fire department, but she couldn't find her phone. Probably

Her head went blank. She could do

could hear nothing, she still called

It was her dad, wreathed in flames. He wore

floor, unable

saw him mouth to her, "Run!

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

all, a high-class

to stand and

were already swallowed by 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

she didn't leave the villa now,

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

to help put out the

face was burning hot, and her clothes

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

were approaching, sirens announcing

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