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

And at that moment, a roll of tissue was tossed before her eyes.


A glimmer of hope flashed in the woman's eyes, and following the direction of the tissue, her astonishment only intensified the flow of her nosebleed.


"What are you looking at? Pick it up and stuff it in your nose. Do I need to teach you?" Yao Qing's face was devoid of any fluctuations, even more, she lacked the disdain and mockery the woman had imagined.


In an instant, right and wrong were discerned, superiority established.


It was as if these matters were actually unimportant to her, as if she didn't care in the least.


Actually, Yao Qing did care, but it seemed she had grown accustomed to confronting various situations with such a posture.


Showing no weakness, no fluctuations, neither sorrow nor joy—that was the best defense.


Besides, what cats and dogs could evoke her ferocity? Wishful thinking.


Chapter 43 When I do something, it's only about whether I want to or not, there's no why.