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.

greet her parents, she heard a loud bang and

Chemistry, but his degree hadn't made him much

and couldn't see any other way

was homemade. After all, he was good at chemistry. Blair couldn't tell the police what the man used, or how he'd done it. Her dad might have

was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt to kill his wife and himself.

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

contorted in pain, their mouths

had robbed her of her

in and save her parents, but the blazing fire ripped

something, ' she

couldn't find her phone. Probably it

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

she could hear nothing, she still called out at the top

fire and wreckage. It was her dad, wreathed in flames. He wore an

on the floor, unable

him mouth

This was everything she ever knew,

after all, a high-class

to stand and stagger

moved, she felt a sharp pain. Her hand flew to the wound instinctively. She felt something sharp and withdrew her hand, her

if she didn't leave the villa now,

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

throwing rocks through the windows, trying to help anyone who might be trapped in there. Blair wanted to go to the kitchen to help put out the fire, but the temperature was too high.

face was burning hot, and her clothes were

the fire. She didn't know what to

announcing their presence minutes before they arrived.

waded through the blaze and saw Blair standing there