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, bored and lazy, flicked the message aside and instead tapped out a mobile number.


She removed that mobile number from the blacklist.


Yao Qing thought, Yu Yanshen probably dealt with Director Wang for her… Asking him to release the film would probably be a simple task, right?


So there was no need to make a call, a text message would suffice.


Her soft, fair fingers typed out a few words on her phone, "Mr. Yu, please release the drama under Director Wang. I need to act and earn my living."


The tone was very gentle, the attitude very humble, Yu Yanshen would agree ninety percent of the time.


Yao Qing put down her phone, comfortably satisfied, and enjoyed her breakfast—burnt white porridge.


She really couldn't learn how to cook, having been spoiled as a child and never entering the kitchen; and when she grew up and tried to learn, she found she just couldn't get it right.


Perhaps this was a kind of innate wealth disease.


Chapter 62 "Miss Yu, you're finally here!!