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

Yu Yanshen held her as he entered the logistics area of the crew, where there was a room with heating.


However, those rooms were for screenwriters to use when writing scripts.


So Yu Yanshen had Secretary Su open up a large private room in a teahouse not too far away for the screenwriters.


"Yu Yanshen, why didn't you take me to the tea house?"


Was it because she was drenched, and he thought she looked unattractive, afraid she wouldn't be able to maintain her composure?


So he had her sit on this hard, cold chair.


In the midst of Yao Qing's talking, Yu Yanshen had already made her a cup of instant ginger tea, "Talk less, drink this first."


When she talked, no white breath came from her mouth, which clearly meant she was freezing, her hands nearly as cold as ice in this kind of winter.


Yao Qing gave an oh, silently sipping the ginger tea from the cup.


Her movements were very sluggish, even slow, possibly because she was frozen stiff.


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