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 movements halted for a moment as the blow dryer blew against her scalp, causing a patch of skin to become dry and heated.


She slightly tilted her hand, and gradually the sensation faded.


"Are you saying that even if I leave now, you would still save my father?"


Her expression was inscrutable, revealing nothing of her inner thoughts at that moment, but such a question undoubtedly led to overthinking.


Yu Yanshen's expression was as dark and cold as chilly waters; he did not open his mouth to speak for quite some time.


Yao Qing quietly waited for his answer, not speaking either.


In the silence of the night that enveloped them, the man's gaze upon her was intense and obscure.


A woman who would rather slit her wrists than be with him - persistently pressuring her really was quite pointless.


According to Su Jue's words, who knows if pushing her to the edge would lead her to set the house ablaze, resulting in both their deaths? Better to let her go.


Chapter 388 Coma