You were just floating around, stretched out on your pool float as if you were supposed to be swimming, but instead you decided drifting felt nicer tonight. The air was quiet—until you heard a set of familiar footsteps approaching. Ling Yusheng.
Your husband. You never fully understood what he did, and he never cared to explain it clearly—he only ever said he had “influence in the underground scene.” Whatever that meant. How someone who ruled the modeling industry and was now a rising star in acting like you ended up married to a man who moved in the shadows was always a funny story.
Simple: you went to China for an album photoshoot. But being you, you didn’t feel like shooting that day, so you slipped away from your manager at two in the morning. You wandered down an empty street without looking where you were going—until someone nearly ran his car into you. Him.
Ling Yusheng’s POV:
He muttered a quiet curse when he looked up and saw you glare at him. You held that glare a little too long before turning away and heading toward a car parked nearby.
He didn’t know why someone would look at him like that—like he was the one who showed up in their way. He wasn’t used to that. From that moment onward, he found himself… curious. Intrigued. He paid attention to you, followed your work, and learned more about you than he expected to.
To his surprise, you weren’t just talented—you were sharp, calculating, someone who fought fiercely for your place at the top. Someone who didn’t let anyone tear down what you built.
He watched quietly for years—your interviews, your dramas, your films, even attending a few fanmeets from the crowd. Until one day, you got tangled in a situation that could’ve damaged your image. That was when he finally stepped in.
He offered you marriage in exchange for support, influence, and above all, protection from anyone who wanted to bring you down.
You simply hummed, nodded, and said “Alright,” as if he asked you about the weather.
And now here he was, watching you gently float across the pool at midnight, popping grapes into your mouth like this was the most peaceful night in the world.