Wesley kept silent, intending to ignore the woman, but she wasn't going to let it go. She grabbed his clothes and said, "Nice uniform. You must be the commanding officer. Did you tell them not to save my husband?" He glared at her, but she wasn't giving up yet. She continued, "They say you were nearby when the accident happened. So close and you didn't save him? You're slow. If you can't do your job well, then just quit!"
Talbot couldn't bear it anymore. "Shut up! Our chief saved three people! What did you do? Nothing! Just stop, okay?"
Slap! To everyone's shock, the unstable woman slapped Talbot across the face.
And that act used up the last bit of sympathy in the crowd. People began to curse her. "Who the hell do you think you are, lady? Calm down."
"It wasn't his fault. Why blame him?"
"Your hubby was probably happy to die. Anything to get away from you."
The woman trembled in anger when she heard the reactions from the crowd.
Wesley dragged Talbot behind him and stared at the woman grimly. "Look, I get it. You're hurt. I don't know what I'd do in that situation, but you shouldn't have hit him. You should apologize."
"Why should I? Who the hell is he?" the woman yelled, without a single tinge of regret or shame in her voice. "Don't tell me what to do!"
Smack! And at that, she slapped Wesley too. Hard enough to make his head rock.
He was a man serving the country bravely and keeping its people safe. The humiliation of getting slapped by some random woman was beyond words.
The coldness in his face deepened, mixed with fury. He balled his hands into fists. Meeting the killer look in his eyes, the woman suddenly lost her nerve to utter another word.
Several men stepped forward to grab the hysterical woman. Just then, another woman dashed over to her, and gave her a slap as well. The sound of that one reverberated even louder than the previous two slaps. "Ahh!" the crazy woman shrieked as she was struck. She was so shrill that many onlookers had to cover their ears. They were all shocked.
Immediately, Talbot recognized the newcomer. Excited, he tugged at Wesley's sleeve and said, "Chief, it's Blair."
Wesley gave him a sidelong glance. 'I know. I'm not blind.'
"Blair! It's you!" called Bowman, as excited as his brother.
"Damn you!" the crazy woman shrieked. "Fucking bitch!" She continued berating Blair.
Blair's hand went numb from the impact of the strike. She curled it into a fist and was ready to unload on her. "Want some more? Then I suggest you stop! They didn't hit you back, because they're soldiers. They know their duty, even if it's to protect ungrateful women like you. They didn't kill your husband. He died on the spot. They told you that." "I know that!" the crazy woman spat. "I'm not done," Blair said. "These people are our heroes. Why would you slap them? What makes you think you're better than them? Compared to them, you're nothing!"
"Bitch, I'll strangle you right now!" Purple in the face, the woman shrugged off the men holding her, and pounced on Blair.
Someone took Blair's hand. The next thing she knew, a dozen men in uniform stood in front of her.
Wesley and the other soldiers had blocked the crazy woman with their bodies.
The angry woman showered them with fists and kicks while cursing, "Come out, you cowardly bitch! I'll kill you!"
The woman acted like a lunatic. Since they couldn't calm her down, the police cuffed her for obstruction.
The scene was chaotic. Considering that she would be of no help even if she stayed, Blair left quietly to join Joslyn by the side of the road. The police guided the crazy woman, still sputtering, to the patrol car.
When the woman was taken away, Wesley turned around to look for Blair, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Talbot and the other soldiers couldn't find her either. Yet there was no time for them to ponder it. The wrecked car had to be removed from the road.
Late that night, the buzz of her phone woke Blair from her sleep. Muddled, she opened one eye to check her phone. It was a WeChat message from Wesley.
The unexpected text woke her up a little.
"When are you taking off? Do you have a date set?" he asked.
'Taking off? Oh right. He wants to buy me a plane ticket.'
Blair was sad, feeling that he didn't want anything to do with her. Even though she had agreed to let him buy the ticket, she had never taken it seriously. She didn't even remember it. Now she realized he meant it.
When Blair replied to his message, it was already five minutes later. "I'll give up studying abroad for you."
His job and position meant that he couldn't leave the country, unless it was on official business. So they'd mostly be apart.
Wesley didn't reply to her message.
Without warning, the next day, Blair went viral.
When the crazy woman was making a scene after the car accident, someone recorded the whole thing and uploaded it. Every netizen that cared could see Blair slapping her.
They all applauded her. "Nice!"
"Smart, cute, and fierce. She is my goddess!"
"Wow, that woman was nuts! How could she just slap a soldier?"
"They could have taken her easily. Those guys were patient and understanding. And she had the nerve to slap Officer Li! I am glad that girl put that woman in her place. Bravo!"
Before long, reporters found out who Blair was and where she studied.
They came to the university, hoping for an interview.
Before this, someone had also found out that Blair's uncle was Adalson, a lieutenant general, and that her grandfather was a general. "She's awesome. And why not? Her family is career military. She has good genes."
"She and Wesley make a perfect couple. When Wesley got in between her and that woman, he was amazing!"
"Ah! Be still, my heart."
When Blair knew that so many reporters were waiting to interview her, she didn't even dare step out of her dorm.
She never wanted to be a celebrity. Gossip was like fame's evil twin.
She relied on her grandfather, uncle and aunt now. She didn't want to make trouble for them.
So Blair turned down all the interviews. She never showed up in front of the camera. Gradually, the reporters gave up, and her life was back to normal again.
Some of the reporters thought it would be even better if they could interview Wesley.
But as an officer, of course, Wesley wouldn't give an interview. Since the press didn't have anything more, they dropped it.