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

Yu Yanshen gazed at her gentle profile. Under the dim yellow light, it seemed as though she were enveloped in a faint halo.


"If I were really a pig butcher, you'd be the first not to survive."


Yao Qing's head was still foggy; the after-effects of the aphrodisiac were significant. She couldn't even stand up now, feeling as if the upper half of her body was extremely heavy.


Yu Yanshen stood up, holding a glass, and adjusted the room's heating temperature.


A blanket was draped over Yao Qing. He casually pulled it up, covering most of her face.


"If you're uncomfortable, continue sleeping. You don't have to worry about what's been on your mind. And you don't need to feel embarrassed; looking after an old friend is no big deal."


Since her return to the country, Yao Qing's thoughts had remained taut, an indescribable pressure squeezing her nerves.


Chapter 47 Yao Qing's World Lit Up