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

Yao Qing entered Emperor Mansion, too rushed to appreciate the luxury of the place as she hastily took the room card and went up the elevator.


The elevator doors closed, and she looked at the reflection in the elevator's mirror, her black hair hanging at her waist, the hair by her face slightly curled, the bright red lipstick making her complexion look exceptionally good.


The black backless evening gown, tight silver-white high heels, were like exquisite works of art.


In the silence, she deepened her breathing.


Clutching the handle of her clutch, she reached in and touched the contents.


The tips of her fingers were ice-cold, as was the look in her eyes.


Yao Qing looked down at the room number on her phone, and expertly found the room she had booked.


She used the room card to open the door, which led to pitch darkness inside.


But a faint scent wafted towards her, almost imperceptible, probably the smell of an air freshener in the room.


Chapter 34 Going to the Banquet Alone