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

The media had long gotten used to Director Wang's crass nature and quickly moved away from An Ru's elder sister, heading towards the center of the venue.


Recently, new drama shoots started with a ceremony to pray for a hit, and then it was time for the red carpet and media photos. It was all about generating buzz.


Yao Qing had finished her makeup early and was waiting backstage. She sat quietly in front of the makeup mirror, looking at the somewhat unfamiliar reflection of herself.


To highlight the character, the makeup artist had given her a heavier makeup look.


Dark eyeshadow, bright red lipstick, and slightly upturned eyeliner. Perhaps ordinary people couldn't pull off this style of makeup, but Yao Qing was born with a face that could incite envy and wrath from the heavens—no matter how she was made up, she was stunningly beautiful.


"Miss Yao, would you like to wear this one?"


The stylist brought out a silver-gray satin gown.


Chapter 81: The Fairy Takes a Hit from My Stick