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 hung up the phone and didn't move much, still leaning on the couch.


Indecisiveness and compromising were indeed not in her nature; it seemed that after all this prolonged entanglement, she gained nothing but exhaustion.


They were all adults, after all; there was no need for such lingering attachment in a romantic relationship.


Moreover, this relationship didn't even qualify as a romance.


When Yu Yanshen pushed the door open, Yao Qing was still reclining on the couch.


Her black hair cascaded down to the floor in graceful curves, creating an indescribable beauty.


The noise at the door made her, who had been playing with her hair strands, pause for a moment before resuming her actions.


The somewhat oppressive atmosphere around Yu Yanshen seemed to dissipate a lot with the scene before him.


He had barely taken two steps when he heard the woman on the couch suddenly speak.


His lips instantly pursed into a thin, cold line.


Chapter 372: Can You Live Without Me?