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

Yao Qing didn't seem to have anything in particular she wanted.


If she said she wanted something, even if it were the whole Yaocheng, he would buy it for her, provided she desired it.


He glanced down at Secretary Su's message and sneered coldly.


"What use are you, you good-for-nothing."


Secretary Su responded quickly, "If buying doesn't solve the problem, just go direct and xxx. President Yu, you really don't understand~"


Yu Yanshen looked at the flirtatious tilde at the end of his message and frowned even more.


Without replying to Secretary Su's message, Yu Yanshen stood for a while, then suddenly realized that he truly didn't know how to coax Yao Qing.


He was well-versed in the intricate games of the business world; did he really have to set a trap for Yao Qing?


His gaze touched the snowflakes falling outside the window, which seemed to trend toward growing heavier.


Chapter 111: Fear of anxiety relapse, fear of that self that even I find repulsive.