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's expression blanked for a moment before she turned to look at Song Shu.


Strangely, Song Shu's face was not as Yao Qing had imagined it would be—not a disbelieving jealousy, nor sadness and grief.


She simply raised her eyebrows in surprise and then looked at her again.


Yu Yanshen's expression was indifferent, the corners of his lips curling slightly.


Song Shu opened her mouth and then looked at Yao Qing, her gaze changing again and again.


In the end, she pushed the cup of milk she hadn't finished drinking in front of Yao Qing.


"Miss Secretary... my name is Song Shu, hello."


Yao Qing reached out to take it, "Hello."


Without waiting for her to think, Song Shu quickly followed up with the next sentence—


"You can call me godmother, or you can call me Auntie Song, either is fine."


Yao Qing's hand holding the cup paused for a moment.


She looked up at the woman in front of her and subtly raised an eyebrow.


Chapter 384: I Cannot Suppress My Love for You.