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

In the darkness, the man seemed to let out a low chuckle from deep within his chest, faint and shallow.


"Qingqing, should I tell you that this villa neighborhood now bears the name Yu?"


Yao Qing distinctly caught a glimpse of his deep, unfathomable black eyes in the darkness.


"So that gives you the right to waltz into my house just like that?"


Clearly discontent with his unannounced entry, she spoke coldly before turning to switch on the light herself.


The warm light illuminated the two-story villa, making the glittering lampshades sparkle and shine.


That light not only brightened the lampshades but also lit up the man casually leaning on the sofa.


The phrase 'handsome as he is' probably wasn't enough to describe his looks—


His natural air of nobility was nearly inborn, his black hair slightly disheveled over his brow, and within his pitch-black eyes lurked a fire that never seemed to extinguish.


Chapter 106 President Yu, are you drunk, who are you cooing to?