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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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Chapter 257: Actually, if I can’t marry the woman I want to marry, it doesn’t matter who I marry.

"…Maybe it's because you look rather dangerous?"

Feng Ye coldly swept his gaze over her.

"Just kidding."

Yao Qing chuckled awkwardly and stepped aside to let him in.

After Feng Ye entered, her gaze drifted aimlessly around the surroundings.

Pitch-black, only a few bright yellow street lights illuminated the empty path.

She closed the door with an indifferent expression.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Feng Ye and Yao Qing were quite familiar with each other. Even though they did not contact each other often on the surface, as the saying goes, a spiritual connection matters more than frequent communications.

Feng Ye's gaze swept through Yao Qing's empty home, "Are you home alone?"

"Oh, Ruan Qiu is in love. She's with her boyfriend, so I'm home alone tonight."

The expression on Feng Ye's face remained unchanged, but his tightly furrowed brows relaxed ever so slightly.