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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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268 Chs

Chapter 180 "I Call This Punishing Evil and Promoting Good!

Hamoden swept the barrage of comments with a cold gaze, her lips curling imperceptibly.

"Who is the president of the fan club? Get rid of her for me!"

Her voice spread throughout the venue, amplified by the microphone in Yao Qing's hands. Her Chinese was not perfect, but very clear.

An Ru's legs felt weak as she looked around, finding everything to be incredibly surreal.

Just a second ago, Yao Qing had been beaten down like a drowning dog…

And the next, it seemed everything had spiraled out of control.

Before the live stream could recover from her reckless talk, she had snatched the microphone from the host's hand.

"Ahem! Many people are curious about who my Muse is. I have treasured her for years and didn't want anyone to know."

"But since some low-life has dared to trample on my Muse, I have no choice but to step up and set things straight."

Over the years, she often frequented Beijing's upper echelons and had picked up a bit of their accent.