Second day of the second lunar month in the Qinghe period

Yao Qing was widely known within the circles of nobility as the epitome of beauty, wealth, and arrogance—a unique splendor that made her the unattainable dream of countless men in Yaocheng.
Yet, when her family went bankrupt, and her father was imprisoned, that dreamy figure fell from grace, becoming nothing but dust.
As everyone looked on with cold amusement at her plight, she disappeared quietly, with no one able to trace her whereabouts.
Just as she was on the verge of being forgotten, she reemerged quietly in the entertainment sector, like a rose at dawn, still dazzling and bright.
It was said she made a director kneel. It was said she toyed with the emotions of a leading actor. It was said she ruthlessly harmed her own sister.
And it was said... that she attempted to seduce the famous Mr. Yu of Yaocheng, only to be thrown out of the room in public—
In his company, Yu Yanshen looked at the news on his computer, silently lit a cigarette, and his eyes cold and indifferent, he dialed Yao Qing's number.
"Qingqing, I admit my mistake. Don't wander out of the room in the middle of the night again; I can't sleep without you."
In Yaocheng, Yu Yanshen was a man who kept at a distance from women, dangerous and mysterious, the unattainable dream of countless women. In his eyes, Yao Qing would always be the delicate young girl.

The Downfallen Heiress and Her CEO's Pursuit

Xiang Yanghong was so infuriated by her actions that he reached out and pinched her waist.


"Think you can kick me? Who do you think you are? Without Yu Yanshen, even if you were a flower, you'd droop for me!"


The string of fine pearls at her waist snapped, and pearls scattered all over the ground.


The strong scent of alcohol hit her face, driving Yao Qing into a corner.


"Yu Yanshen's woman, the goddess of my adolescence, you had no idea..."


She frowned in disgust at his unspeakable words, her eyes scanning the corner, then her gaze softened suddenly at the sight of the approaching black figure.


"Xiang Yanghong, it seems you can only dream in this lifetime, you're really out of luck." He had failed to get what he wanted four years ago, and four years later, he was still at a loss.


Xiang Yanghong was moments away from pressing his lips against hers.


When he was violently yanked backward, he heard Yao Qing's mocking voice, low and rolling.


Someone grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him backward; he was about to curse when that person's icy hand shifted to grip the back of his neck, ready to smash his head against the wall.


If hit with such force, it would be lethal.


At the very last moment, Yu Yanshen's grip relaxed slightly.


Xiang Yanghong, staring at the blinding white wall in front of him, realized he had nearly been beaten to death...


He trembled as he looked at Yao Qing who had managed to bring back Yu Yanshen's senses, his back drenched with cold sweat.


Memories of four years ago and now overlapped; he seemed to be forever incapable of outdoing Yao Qing and Yu Yanshen.


"What are you trembling for?" The hand that was still gripping his neck tightened momentarily, as if displeased by his distraction.


Xiang Yanghong's entire body tensed, "Director Yu, I know I was wrong! Please, don't kill me, I had no idea she was still your woman!"


In recent years, everyone in the circle knew of the ruthless acts Yu Yanshen had been performing; they knew it was better to offend the King of Hell than to offend Yu Yanshen.


After all, offending the King of Hell would at worst lead to reincarnation as a pig, but offending Yu Yanshen?


He could make you beg for life but unable to attain death.


Yu Yanshen retracted his arm, pulling him away from the wall to his side.


The darkness in his deep black eyes was inscrutable as he spoke without a hint of emotion, "She's not my woman, I just find you unpleasant."


Once the words were out, his dark gaze heavily swept toward the broken pearls on the ground.


Yao Qing stood in the corner, listening to what Yu Yanshen said, her expression indifferent and calm.


But watching Xiang Yanghong actually bend down to pick up pearls to eat, she wanted to say something; before she could speak, Xiang Yanghong suddenly looked up at her with a fierce glare.


As if she would compete with him for food.


Yao Qing withdrew her gaze, letting it ascend inch by inch, unabashedly landing on the side of Yu Yanshen's face not far away.


The man had grown even more handsome; these four years seemed to have gilded him.


His figure overlaid with the man from her dream last night, the owner of the luxury car that had passed by Beauty Village, and the man lounging in the box.


Yao Qing's gaze burned, yet Yu Yanshen, from start to finish, had not spared her a single glance, even though he seemed to have saved her.


"Miss Yao, four years have passed... You still remember to come back?"


Suddenly, the man she was staring at spoke.


His voice was low and slightly husky, as if it was caressing her ear, magnetic.


Chapter 6 "Miss Yu, it's been four years... you still know how to come back?