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

"And because I rushed back to the country, if you don't have any other matters, I'm going to deal with my stuff."


He casually pulled on the clothes he had left hanging on the side, his movements natural and his personal charm undiminished.


Yao Qing just watched his fluid motions without uttering a single word.


Once Yu Yanshen had sorted himself out, casually draping the night vision goggles over his elbow, he then looked at her, "Qingqing?"


After Yu Yanshen left, he closed the door neither too gently nor too harshly.


Yet, that sound was especially clear in Yao Qing's ears.


She looked down at her index finger wrapped in gauze, and rubbed it with the pad of her thumb.


The bandage was densely packed and uncomfortable to the touch.


A few seconds later, she reached out and tore off the gauze.


Chapter 194 Knowing Pain, No More Repeating the Same Basic Mistake.