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 subconsciously furrowed her brow, thinking for quite a while before she looked at him.


"Wasn't the award given to me by the audience willingly? Did you pay to buy it for me?"


She had been happy about the award for quite some time, for there really wasn't a woman who disliked being praised for her beauty, was there?


Now she was being told it was purchased, so what about her??


Yu Yanshen glanced at her expression through the rearview mirror, a hidden smile spilling from his eyes, "Even if I hadn't bought it, you probably would have been first. I just did it to make sure it was foolproof."


The car was moving slowly, so much so that they hadn't gone far despite all this time.


Yao Qing wasn't in a hurry, leaning on the cushion and seemingly lost in thought.


Chapter 397: My Head is Spinning, My GUI Bewitched