Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

To get to the village, Blair and Miller took the tour bus that his company had hired. There were more than ten people on it, and they ranged from executives to common employees.

They were going to stay in a guesthouse run by the local villagers. Due to limited resources and number of rooms, the employee in charge of accommodations made Blair stay in a room with a young woman, while Miller stayed in another room with a man.

It was the beginning of July, but the weather was still cold in the South Mountain. People had to wear thick coats in the morning and in the evening.

The guesthouse itself was nested in the mountain. The scenery was spectacular—mountains, valleys, plants, and sunshine. Every now and then, a few clouds floated across the range.

Various kinds of blossoms filled the air with their fragrance, and all the way around a small stream, birds chirped pleasantly, jumping here and there among the boughs. The flora was marked mostly by willows.

The woman sharing the room with Blair got up early in the morning. The moment she got out of her bed, Blair, who hadn't slept well last night because of the cold and damp air, woke up as well, springing out of an uneasy sleep with a tired yawn.

After that, when the woman went to the bathroom and began to clean herself, the sound of running water was too loud for Blair to fall asleep again, so she had to get out of bed as well.

By the time they were ready and went downstairs to have breakfast, it was 7 a.m. and the sun was long out. Many of Miller's colleagues were already in the canteen.

Miller was sitting at a table nearby with someone from the company. When he saw Blair, he waved at her and called out, "Blair, over here!"

Blair walked over to his table. To her pleasant surprise, Miller had already brought breakfast for her—two boiled eggs, two small dishes of different flavors of pickles, two deep-fried dough sticks, and a bowl of congee.

When the man sitting opposite Miller saw Blair, his eyes lit up. Green with envy, he teased Miller, "Dude, it's quite a stroke of luck for you. You've got yourself such a pretty girlfriend."

The man had been busy last night; he hadn't taken the bus here with the others, and had arrived there by himself. So this was the first time he and Blair had met.

Blair smiled politely at the man. Miller felt proud and told him with a smug smile, "Dude! She's not my girlfriend; she's my fiance."

The man gave him a thumbs-up and then turned towards Blair, assuring her of a happy life. "Miller is a good guy. Although he's not that young, he will take good care of you. You'll be a happy wife."

congee and gave the man a smile.

since she and Miller had gotten engaged, they had been pretty busy, and this was the

City from now on. I think we'll spend more time together in the future, '

pickles, the traditional Chinese breakfast, suddenly tasted

only ate a little before putting down her

and didn't notice that Blair

might get hungry later, Blair put the two eggs Miller had ordered into a clean, disposable food bag and put it into her backpack. Most of the guests had already finished eating and were starting to walk

who was clearing away the bowls and chopsticks, raised her head and looked at the sky with a deep, lungful sigh. Out of kindness, she then reminded the guests, "You better take some umbrellas

follow their companions when they heard the granny's prophecy. The man waved his phone and replied, "I just checked the weather forecast. It's a sunny day. No need to take

and forth between the man and the old granny, she chose to believe the latter. Age is wiser than technology. She

little unhappy. But he didn't turn her down. "I'll be right here

and hurried upstairs. She opened her suitcase, took

she heard the old granny ask her son, "I think something

in the kitchen as they still had some guests. He was too busy prodding

there might be a rainstorm. This is

you? If there really is a rainstorm, we can take shelter from rain." He grabbed her wrist and led her to catch up to his

her reluctance, she chose to listen

people and followed a small path up the hill. After dozens of

smile, "I told you. The weather forecast

is not always correct. The granny has lived in the mountain area for so many years. I think she can tell more about

her and snorted inwardly, 'It's true what they say—the prettier a woman is, the

tight slap in his face. Several dark clouds soon blocked the sun and threatened

their heads and cried inwardly,