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 idly fiddled with her phone, pressing the back button.


She stood silently in place, the black-clad figures around her seeming to have no intention of speaking to her.


Her eyes swept over the quiet surroundings, and she suddenly realized that she, and only she, seemed to be the one to break the silence at this time.


Yao Qing's gaze fell on the black-clad figure beside her who had wanted to use a chopping hand motion on the reporter earlier.


After scanning him up and down, she spoke up.


The black-clad figure heard her but didn't move an inch.


"You, hello." She raised her pitch, stretching the sound out.


The black-clad figure heard her, yet remained immovable as before.


Yao Qing knitted her brows, not irritated but merely puzzled.


She turned her gaze away and casually played with her phone, saying indifferently, "Pretty handsome guy, how come he's deaf."


The black-clad figure finally reacted at this.


Chapter 42 "The guy is quite handsome; how come he is deaf?