Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

After helping Debbie with her high heels, Carlos opened the jewelry box on the desk and helped her put each piece on one by one, despite her reluctance.

At last, he took out a ring. He held it up to her, displaying the huge heart-shaped diamond, a 3.50ct princess cut. "And now, the piece de resistance," he announced. He was about to put it on her ring finger, but Debbie protested silently with her index finger pointing forward. Her meaning was obvious.

Carlos flashed a thin smile. He obeyed her this time and put the diamond ring on her index finger instead.

After that, she tried to draw her hand back, but he grabbed hold of it again. Staring into her eyes, he declared imperiously, "I'm just going to take your protests in stride. It's normal to fight every once in a while. But no matter what, you'll be my wife. I'm not budging on this one!"

Debbie looked back at him sullenly. In her mind, she thought, 'Do you have to be so possessive?'

Carlos carried Debbie in his arms as they descended the staircase. Her dress was floor-length, and he didn't want her to trip on it. A fall down the stairs could be lethal.

Miranda was on the phone in the living room. Seeing them come downstairs, she smiled at Debbie and nodded her head. She mouthed to her, "You look great."

Debbie felt shy at her praise. Blushing, she returned, "Thanks."

A loving smile hit Carlos' lips when he saw her blushing face. Then, holding her hand, he led her towards the door.

The moment they set foot in the venue, every guest's eyes were fixed on them. Seeing the legendary couple walking side by side with their fingers entwined, a lot of people couldn't help complimenting and blessing them. They looked every inch the aristocratic couple.

Carlos was in a good mood, of course. Everyone was sure about that because they were surprised to get a rare smile or nod from the usually cold CEO.

Barlow was a big shot in business circles. A bevvy of distinguished guests and celebrities were invited to his grand birthday party. Debbie and Carlos walked up to him and greeted him. As Carlos and Barlow exchanged some pleasantries, Debbie took a gift from Frankie's hands and handed it to the old man. It was an authentic Chinese painting.

Barlow accepted the gift happily. When his assistant helped him unroll the painting on the spot, the guests just had to get a look. Many of them were astonished at the magnificent piece.

longevity, such as deer, cranes, pine trees, cypress. A few Chinese characters were beautifully written in the margin, blessing Barlow and wishing him a long and happy life. More importantly, the signature was none other than the famous painter and calligrapher—Mr. Chai. The artist was still living, and this was his magnum opus. The price for his services was at least a million per square meter. This one was about five

so impressed by

from ear to ear. He looked very impish then. In an instant, he instructed his son to take it home and hang it on the wall of his bedroom. He wanted

walked away. They went to greet Curtis

two couples chatted casually for a while. Colleen suddenly pointed to a corner and signaled to Debbie with her eyes. Debbie looked towards

to keep a low profile. Her arm was wrapped around another man's. Debbie guessed the guy next to her was her father, Angus Li. But of course, Debbie already knew that Angus wasn't

Carlos, who was talking with Curtis. He shifted his eyes to her and asked,

was standing. Carlos followed her gaze and saw Stephanie and Angus.

of wine in the air, as if proposing a toast to Carlos. The CEO raised his glass in return, nodding at him. Then, Carlos turned to Debbie and

future father-in-law are there. Go say hi." As she spoke, she

one glance, she could clearly see the resentment and

his hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Looking down at her delicate face, he warned, "Quit it. You're my wife, and don't you forget it! And I have only one father-in-law.

and forth. Curtis pushed up his glasses and joked, "Then call me Uncle, Carlos. Colleen would be your aunt. Come on, be a good boy.

his face deadpan. To add fuel to the fire, the naughty girl echoed her uncle, "Come on, Mr. Handsome. Aren't you always saying I'm your wife? Curtis is my uncle, so he's yours

WeChat. I need your 2D barcode. If Carlos

lit up with excitement. She nodded admiringly and marveled, "Uncle Curtis, you're

on his face. He gently swirled the red wine in his glass, looking at it, and gulped it down. Then he said casually, "Okay, deal.

her, grabbed her purse, and took out her phone himself. He opened her WeChat and tapped on the 2D barcode. Lifting

laughed heartily. Colleen even said "hi" back.

calling him Uncle respectfully. Of course Curtis was excited. Without any ado, he scanned Debbie's barcode and wired her a cool

done, Carlos wasn't done. He didn't put the phone away. "Uncle Curtis and

smugly. "Good, my dear