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 was momentarily stunned before quickly regaining her composure. She watched the path Yu Yanshen had taken.


She couldn't be blamed for overthinking... the current situation left little room for less thought.


Her mind did not wander for long; soon she picked up the medicine from the table and stepped forward.


Yao Qing had been to Yu Yanshen's home before, and to his bedroom, for that matter. She had been there many times.


Familiar with the route, she walked in to find the man already seated on the bed, ahead of her.


Yao Qing paused, hesitating whether to enter or leave, when the wound wrapped in bandages became visible to her.


Yao Qing had never seen a gunshot wound, nor could she imagine what it looked like.


That is, until this moment, when she saw the charred and eroded muscle texture, the dry skin, and the wound itself yet to heal properly.


Chapter 385 "Have a child for me.