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

She just turned around with heavy thoughts in her heart, and before she had taken a few steps, the man behind her grabbed her wrist abruptly.


"He intends to punish me, to show that he will always be above me. Going to the hospital is futile, no one would dare to take the risk of being against him to accept me, at least no hospitals in Yaocheng would dare."


Yao Qing turned to look at him, "So you're just going to let the wound fester like this?"


Yu Yanshen's eyebrows and eyes showed a trace of weariness and laziness, and if one didn't see the ghastly whip wounds beneath his handsome features, one would think he was an unharmed commoner.


The man glanced at the medical kit set aside, "Isn't it right there? I can handle it myself, it's not going to kill me."


Chapter 211: It doesn't matter if I'm in pain or how serious the injury is; what matters most is whether you are angry or not.