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

Jing was a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree

see any

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

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

knocked senseless. When she

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

had robbed her of

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

must do something,

to call the fire department, but she couldn't find her phone. Probably it didn't matter anyway, because she couldn't hear anything

went blank. She could do nothing but call them.

she could hear nothing, she still called out at

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

the floor, unable to

mouth

was everything she ever knew, and now

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

the pain, Blair struggled to stand and stagger towards her parents.

something sharp and withdrew her hand, her

moment, she realized that if she didn't leave the

she didn't want to live if her parents

on the ground were 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

and her

the fire.

engines were approaching, sirens announcing their presence minutes

man entered the villa through a broken window to search for people trapped inside. He waded through the blaze and saw Blair standing there in