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

"How old can a young girl be?" Yao Qing unashamedly wrapped her arms around Yu Yanshen's neck upon seeing that he hadn't snubbed her, her red lips slightly pursed, "Do you despise me?"


The intimate distance, usually reserved for lovers, left Yu Yanshen's expression unusually distracted. The unique scent of Yao Qing seeped into every pore of his body, and with each additional word from her lips, his eyes darkened.


Even though he was well aware that Yao Qing was definitely using him, how could he resist her proactive affection?


"How could I," the man's voice was husky and grave, his eyes as dark as ink, "Is your leg uncomfortable?"


Then, he glanced around at the statuesque crowd, his gaze landing on Director Wang's face, "Let's call it a day. For compensation, talk to my secretary—she has leg discomfort."


Actually, there had been a topic of discussion online before.


Chapter 87 This is Our Past