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.

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

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

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

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

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 senseless. When she

and debris everywhere. Her parents' faces were contorted in pain, their mouths open. But Blair couldn't hear anything

her of her

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

do something, ' she thought.

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

went blank. She could do nothing but

still called out at the top of her lungs, "Dad!

was her dad, wreathed in flames. He wore an

on the floor, unable to move.

him mouth

run for her life. This was everything she ever knew, and now she watched it

It was, after all, a high-class housing

the pain, Blair struggled to stand and stagger towards

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 to look. A sharp piece of metal was lodged in her arm, and blood flowed freely down her sleeve, dyeing it a

if she didn't leave

live if her parents

in 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

face was burning hot, and her clothes were drenched

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

sirens announcing their presence minutes before

man entered the villa through a broken window to search for people trapped inside. He waded through the blaze and