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

Some uncontrollably let their gaze fall upon the woman beside him, her features cold as if drawn with ink collided with her inquisitive stare, and she quickly lowered her head, withdrawing her eyes.


So beautiful... Not just a delicate facade that could be seen through at a glance, but a kind of beauty that tantalized, where temperament and appearance mingled together.


No wonder Mr. Feng would show her such favoritism.


Yao Qing looked at the delicate-looking waitress, the more she looked, the more familiar she seemed. But Feng Ye had already urged her to move on, so she didn't think too much about it.


In private room 0402, just as Feng Ye pushed the door open, the room burst into raucous laughter and chatter.


Yao Qing peered through the gap in the door and saw that it was not only the so-called Mr. Zhang present.


There were many men and women dressed in fine clothes, and the warm light appeared somewhat blurred amidst the clinking of glasses and toasts.


Chapter 114 Below Yao Qing's drooping eyebrows and eyes, the glistening light in her eyes flickered with a dark and obscure intent.