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

Yu Yanshen fully woke up only after a night had passed.


The instant he opened his eyes, his subconscious reaction was to look at his own hand.


He closed his eyes again and eased himself into consciousness.


The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked beside him.


Yao Qing was lying next to him, and just waking up, the transition from visual stimulation to a mental whirl made him subconsciously tighten his grip on her hand.


Yao Qing was sleeping soundly; it was just past six in the morning. Her sleep habits were such that sometimes she wouldn't even be asleep by six, usually getting up at eleven or twelve when she wasn't working.


Sharp pain made her instantly furrow her brows and subconsciously yank her hand back as he gripped it like that.


Yao Qing opened her eyes, still bleary with sleep.


She moved the hand that Yanshen had pinched painfully, and the dense, tingling pain involuntarily made her utter a sound, "...hiss"


Chapter 391