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

Looking at the faint light seeping through the gap in the curtains, she comfortably squinted her eyes and sighed.


She was not one to linger in bed, but today she suddenly felt as if Yu Yanshen's bed had a magnetic pull, making her cling to it.


She rolled around in the quilt, feeling incredibly comfortable.


Maybe it was too comfortable, she suddenly remembered that all this comfort was Yu Yanshen's.


She abruptly opened her eyes and scanned the room.


The black, white, and grey palette made her think it was a hotel when she woke up yesterday.


All the furnishings and arrangements were particularly cold, with no decorations, simple yet oppressive.


She remembered that four years ago, he seemed to like... 


No, that wasn't right, four years ago, it seemed he liked whatever she liked, so she didn't know what colors or style Yu Yanshen preferred.


Chapter 48 "Qingqing, are you worried about me?