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

An Ru felt a wave of heart palpitations and timidly glanced at Sister Hong.


Seeing Sister Hong not looking at her, a chill went down the back of her spine.


Her eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly as she bit her lip.


"As long as you feel relieved, I will do anything—" 


Before she could finish her sentence, a strong gust from a slap swept directly toward her.


An Ru looked at the person in front of her in shock. Astonishment...numbness...pain, in an instant, her mind nearly went blank.


There seemed to be a moment of silence at the scene, followed by a wave of uproar.


Yao Qing gracefully withdrew her hand, which was delicate. Even after those years abroad, it hadn't grown rough or calloused.


The slap had been forceful, making her tender palm redden.


Yao Qing's smile was almost malevolent as her fingertip intentionally brushed An Ru's cheek where a clear handprint showed, a flicker of iciness passing through her eyes.


Chapter 104: A strong gust of palm wind brushed straight towards her.