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

The blinding flash from the camera made it difficult to keep one's eyes open. Director Wang vaguely regained consciousness from his daze, struggled a bit, but ended up falling under the table.


Yao Qing instinctively closed her eyes from the flash, and when she opened them again, a dark mass of people loomed before her.


The microphone was thrust in front of her, and a sea of unfamiliar but mocking faces emerged.


"We received a tip that a woman and Director Wang met at the hotel late at night. Are you Director Wang's girlfriend? But just last month, during an interview, he said that he had no intention of dating at the moment. So, are you an artist under Director Wang? I've heard that 'night scripts' are quite the trend now." Yao Qing hadn't recovered yet when a barrage of sharp questions was hurled at her.


The reporter, holding a microphone labeled "Entertainment Daily," insinuated sarcasm with a flick of his neat, tidy hair, looking at Yao Qing with a smug smile.


Chapter 36