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

Fo Zi'ang's expression suddenly darkened. He reached out, hesitated in mid-air for a long time, but eventually rested his hand on Yao Qing's lips.


Both he and she were people in need of salvation, he thought that must be so.


Images of women's underwear uncontrollably jumped into his memory, making Fo Zi'ang's expression even more profound.


There was a slight forward lean to his body, his throat rolled.


And just at this moment, a series of knocks came from outside the door.


Just one knock. He frowned, wondering if he had heard wrongly?


Moving forward a few steps to the door, he raised his voice and asked, "Who's there?"


Yao Qing's house had no cameras, and it was pitch black through the peephole.


Outside was silent, maybe he really did hear wrong.


The moment he withdrew his gaze, a man's voice clearly slipped into his ears.


Fo Zi'ang's hand trembled subconsciously.


Chapter 365: If I Open My Eyes and You Never Appeared, That Would Be Great.