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

The spoon in her hand slipped onto the table, and she paused for a moment before picking it up.


She thought that after things were cleared up, their relationship wouldn't change much, but now it seemed there was still some difference.


Yu Yanshen closed the door behind him and walked to the other end of the table, sitting down with practiced ease.


His well-defined fingers bent slightly, tapping the table gently, "Try it and see if it's to your taste."


Yao Qing pulled out a chair and settled into it leisurely.


The porridge was not too hot; it was just the right temperature.


She sipped it tepidly while Yu Yanshen watched her in silence.


Yao Qing could feel his gaze never leaving her, but this time she didn't feel embarrassed.


It was only after she had finished the porridge that the man looked at her and spoke, "How is it?"


"Pretty good, if you hadn't nearly turned the porridge into rice."


"I was afraid you wouldn't be full, a gust of wind could blow you away."


Chapter 399 Marriage