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

Yanshen's gaze lingered on her face, as if he were trying to see through her.


Yao Qing felt the back of her head tensing under his stare, much like how she felt when she first went abroad and faced a bunch of foreigners.


It was a bit unsettling, thinking they all seemed especially dangerous.


After a while, he calmly withdrew his gaze, lightly sweeping over the heaps of cameras that had now become like small hills.


A man in black immediately stepped forward from the crowd, "Yes."


The cries and pleas of the journalists were futile; the grating sound of cameras being smashed was oddly satisfying in Yao Qing's ears.


She took the chance to study the man's profile in the light; his eyes were cold and serious, and when he gave orders it gave her the illusion—the illusion that a top figure from Yaocheng was indulging her and tolerating her mistake.


Chapter 45 Quiet and melancholic, it gave rise to an unspeakable loneliness and solitude.