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

Looking at Yao Qing's reaction, it seemed as if she was a bit tantalized, didn't it?


Yu Yanshen's expression turned somewhat gloomy.


When Yao Qing went to fetch the medical kit, she stopped by the bathroom to rinse her mouth, and then carried the medical kit out.


Yu Yanshen's gaze faintly swept over the droplets of water on her lips, and his eyes suddenly darkened several shades.


Yao Qing took a cotton swab from the medical kit, dipped it in some disinfectant solution, and gently applied it.


"Hurts," Yu Yanshen uttered coldly with a single word.


Yao Qing paused, subconsciously relaxing her grip.


The man's low voice came again, "Hurts."


Yao Qing didn't speak, only pursed her lips and continued.


After two seconds, the man with the darkening expression repeated the word from before.


Yao Qing's movements froze in the air, and then she threw what was in her hand onto the table with a slap.


Chapter 107 "Let go of me first...I didn’t do anything.