Yuan Fei didn't respond. His mind was racing, trying to figure out what Ling Buyi's game was. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to fall for it.
But as they sat down, Ling Buyi's calm smile never faltered. She poured tea with graceful hands, moving as if she had all the time in the world. And as they sat there in tense silence, Yuan Fei couldn't shake the feeling that he had already lost.
Ling Buyi's calmness unsettled him, as if she was weaving a web he couldn't yet see. Her smile, the sweet tone in her voice—none of it felt right. This was not the woman he had tried to control for so long. Something had shifted in her, and Yuan Fei wasn't sure if he liked it.
