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 bang and flames sprang

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

see any other

he was good at chemistry. Blair couldn't tell the police what the man used, or how he'd done it.

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

room wall. She was knocked senseless. When she opened her

faces were contorted in pain, their mouths open. But Blair couldn't

explosion had robbed her of

parents, but the blazing fire ripped through the whole villa.

must do something, ' she thought.

she couldn't find her phone. Probably it didn't matter

blank. She could do nothing

though she could hear nothing, she still called out

saw a figure burst into view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad, wreathed

on the floor, unable

him mouth to her,

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

all, a high-class housing estate. Soon, a crowd gathered outside the

to stand and

withdrew her hand, her head turning to look. A sharp piece of metal was lodged in her

she didn't leave the villa now,

didn't want to live if her

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

was burning hot, and her

thick with acrid smoke from the fire. She

engines were approaching, sirens announcing their presence minutes before

He waded through the