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

As if possessed by some unknown force or perhaps it was her subconscious and fragile emotions causing mischief.


Yao Qing typed "Yu Yanshen" into Baidu and a series of dense news reports appeared beneath the name.


He seemed to be enjoying quite a bit of limelight recently, as men always seem to do once they've unburdened their minds, with their careers reaching new heights.


After browsing for a while and finding nothing much of interest, she was about to exit when she suddenly noticed an entertainment news report.


It was from a banquet where someone had captured his profile.


He was still handsome, with deep eyes set beneath a proud nose bridge.


He was born with eyes that seemed intense, giving people the wrong impression of deep affection when he looked at them.


But after all, it was just an illusion; upon closer inspection, his gaze was colder than ice.


Chapter 381