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The Downfallen Heiress and Her CEO's Pursuit

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.

Second day of the second lunar month in the Qinghe period · 都市
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169 Chs

Chapter 125 "Qingqing, will you give me a chance to explain?

It wasn't clear whose blood it was, but that astringent taste prickled both parties' nerves.

Rather than calling it a kiss, it was more like a plunder by Yu Yanshen.

There was hardly any hint of tenderness, yet it bore a clingy embrace of affection.

Yao Qing's consciousness gradually returned, her lips burning hot.

The bright light from the bedside lamp took her a moment to adjust to, and instinctively she closed her eyes before opening them again—

Looking at the scene before her, her pupils contracted violently.

When she realized who the man before her was and what he was doing, her whole body trembled.

Her hand pressed forcefully against his shoulder, sending blood rushing to her head.

She suddenly stood up from the bed, the thin nightgown clinging to her body, making her appear fragile and light, as if she might be blown away by the merest breeze.