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."

took a sip of her congee and gave the

busy, and this was the first time they had been together for such a

Y City from now on. I think we'll spend more time

in food. Congee and pickles, the traditional Chinese breakfast, suddenly tasted a bit

little before

didn't notice that Blair had eaten

ordered into a clean, disposable food bag and put it into

with a deep, lungful sigh. Out of kindness, she then reminded the guests, "You

about to follow their companions when they heard the granny's prophecy. The man waved his phone and replied, "I just checked the weather forecast.

left her umbrella in her room. Looking back and forth between the man and the old granny, she chose to believe the latter.

as he was a little unhappy. But he didn't turn her

her suitcase, took out her umbrella, and then hurried back down.

old granny

was busy cooking in the kitchen as they still had some guests. He was too busy prodding the fire with a poker to notice his

might be a rainstorm. This is

could finish speaking, Miller cut her off. He was slightly annoyed by her and the granny's superstitious nature. "You have an umbrella, don't you? If there really is a rainstorm,

her reluctance, she chose to

dozens of minutes, they saw a clear stream.

other cheerfully. Soon the sun rose even brighter than before. Miller's male colleague said with a smug smile, "I told you. The weather forecast said clearly that there would be

think she can tell more about the weather than the weather department just by looking at the

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

him a tight slap in his face. Several dark clouds soon blocked the sun and threatened to release a

heads and cried inwardly, 'Oh,