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

Phoenix Crown and Xiapei, attire only fit for an Empress.


Feng Yaorao, wearing these stolen clothes, knelt and sat on the damp ground.


She was so beautiful that it intoxicated the heart, her slightly upturned eyes devoid of spirit, yet still managed to immerse others in their depths.


She had been the bright and beautiful eldest daughter of the Feng Family, with a bright future and family that loved her.


She should have been the Miss Feng, why did she become the Crown Prince's concubine?


And why did she bring about the demise of her entire clan?


Upon these thoughts, her previously vacant eyes seemed to finally ripple with emotion.


The murky rainwater pounded mercilessly on her eyes, drop by drop, like knives piercing her pupils.


After a while, she finally raised her hand to touch the red string on her wrist.


She couldn't voice the question, knowing the answer all too well.


Not far away, footsteps approached in a hurry.


Chapter 90: Without Feng Yaorao, She Deserves to Die.