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 stood at the farthest end; in fact, she couldn't see what was happening outside.


These people were blocking her view layer by layer; she couldn't see. Moreover, all she could do now was stand there, without any other options.


At this moment, hearing the chaos and clamor from the crowd, even if it was just a guess, she surmised that something had happened again.


What else could it be—damn it, when it rains, it pours.


Her head aching slightly, she massaged her temples and closed her eyes.


When she opened her eyes again, the flashbulbs, microphones, and a woman's face, clearly contemptuous and mocking, swept over her again.


"Who would've thought, you look all high and mighty, but actually, you're a pervert?"


Yao Qing felt a sharp pain in her head, "What's it to you?"


The woman with short hair wasn't angry, she just smiled.


She picked up the black bag that the previous woman had dropped on the ground.


Chapter 39 Disgust