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

Fu Moyi took a deep breath, closed his eyes deeply, and suppressed the urge to lash out.


He wiped the water off his face with a sweep of his hand and, looking at his brand-new clothes now drenched, felt utterly annoyed.


"Yu Yanshen, you're such an idiot. I'm really fed up with you. Don't you have any idea who treats you well?"


He knew that Yanshen was damn protective, never allowing anyone to speak ill of Yao Qing back in school and only letting people praise her.


It was the same during the four years; whenever he said anything negative about Yao Qing, he ended up getting hit.


And four years later, he was still getting hit.


Fu Moyi wondered what kind of misfortune he was suffering from. His kindness was taken for granted like it was worthless.


Yu Yanshen looked at his drenched mess of a figure indifferently, "She didn't want to sleep with that director that day. You're thinking too much."


Chapter 74 If This is Love, Then I Admit It