Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

When Carlos left the meeting room, he took along with him the postcard that had magically changed his mood. As soon as he stepped out of the room, noisy sighs of relief filled the space; some executives almost cried out gratefully, especially the planning department.

"Phew! Thank God! We survived!" one of them exclaimed. "Not just that! Each of us gets twice our pay this month! Isn't this great?" someone responded excitedly.

Back in his office, sitting leisurely in his chair, Carlos couldn't help but re-read the words on the back of the postcard. Before he knew it, a smile had appeared on his face.

When he had finally savored the words long enough, he opened a folder on his desk and carefully put the postcard in the middle of it. It was made of poor quality paper, but it was his treasure nevertheless.

'Looks like this woman has started to take the initiative, ' he thought.

In Southon Village

It was getting dark. Debbie was jogging when she heard some noise ahead of her, which sounded like two people were having sex.

It was awkward, so she stopped her run and stayed away from them.

The reception was usually awful in the village. Unfortunately, she got signals at the spot she was at that moment and her phone started buzzing in her pocket. It was on vibration, so it didn't disturb the couple.

She hid behind a big tree to take care of the call. Panting for breath, she took out her phone and saw the familiar number.

Tears threatened to roll out of her eyes. 'This grumpy, hateful man! He has finally decided to call me!' she thought, gratified and angry. After wiping her moist eyes, she swiped her finger on the screen to answer the call, but she did not speak first. Their stupid fight was still fresh in her mind. "What are you doing?"

Carlos asked when she refused to say anything. His tone was flat. There was neither rage nor affection.

Debbie was mad because she was disappointed. This wasn't the attitude she had been expecting from him. She wanted to throw a tantrum, but she couldn't find a good excuse. "Having fun," she said, after a long pause.

Despite her sullen tone and short answer, Carlos smiled when he heard her voice. "I got it," he said.

"Huh?" She was perplexed. 'Got what?'

letter

fact-twisting capitalist!' Blushing, she corrected him, "It

postcards with the landscape of the village on them. She filled the little space with her scribble and had asked the young man to help her send them. Since the village was so remote, she was

Carlos, that postcard was a love letter from her, whether she admitted it or

on. "How are you

passionate. 'It's freezing cold outside. Why do they

path while holding her phone to

ten degrees below zero

answer was more or less

without another

Would it kill him

spoke three

face. She couldn't stop thinking about Carlos. At last, she decided to text him. "Was there a

Again, a single-word answer. Debbie cursed him a hundred times in her head. "And? What was it?" she asked,

wanted to know if

Her eyes reddened as she read his message. "I...I'm not okay." She

not have been too busy because he replied very

marks flashed across Debbie's mind.

know that I'm not okay? What does

he happy that I'm unhappy?! Why does he hate

him, but what he had said lingered on, bothering her immensely. The more she thought about it, the

"Okay.

Debbie's eyebrows furrowed while a thousand angry exclamation marks jumped around her

had been overcast for many days in a row. The next day, the sky finally cleared up.

Others were playing "Drop the Handkerchief" with the children. Jared was one of them. Since he was

laughed while shouting, "Jared, tag Debbie! We want to see