Ling Buyi's situation felt like a living nightmare, and the idea that her husband had approached her with malicious intentions from the start sent shivers down Anna's spine. She thought back to that dark alley, the image of Ling Buyi's tear-streaked face replaying in her mind. A woman so powerful, admired, and successful, reduced to a shell of her former self by the person who was supposed to be her greatest protector.
Anna voiced the thought that had been gnawing at her. "How did they become a couple?" she asked quietly, her eyes searching Mo Xing's for some kind of answer.
Mo Xing glanced at her, his expression thoughtful before he leaned back slightly, his arm still securely wrapped around her waist. "It wasn't immediate," he began, his voice calm but laced with a hint of sadness. "Ling Buyi's husband wasn't someone who just showed up and swept her off her feet. It took him time. He knew who she was from the beginning—he knew her fame, her wealth. And he played the long game."
