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's eyes revealed an exceedingly complex expression, which looked like astonishment but in fact, he likely had the answer in his heart the moment he asked the question.


All three of them were at the same high school four years ago, and Fu Moyi was well aware of what Yao Qing had done at that time.


There's no denying that without Yao Qing, Yu Yanshen would now either be in prison, dead on the streets, or killed by his own father. In any case, he wouldn't have been able to become who he is today.


The spacious office suddenly fell into a prolonged silence.


Yu Yanshen, with indifferent brows and eyes, looked towards the heavily emotive Fu Moyi and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything else you want to ask? While I'm willing to answer, ask them all at once."


Fu Moyi had, in fact, many questions to ask, but now a new conundrum suddenly leaped into his mind.


As he looked at the man's lazy and indifferent gaze, his hand unconsciously clenched.


Chapter 75