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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 275 President Yu Had a Car Accident

"Mr. Fo, aren't you leaving?" Yao Qing stood at the doorway of the private room, looking back, as if Fo Zi'ang's gaze still lingered downstairs.

He remained silent for a while, then turned to look at Yao Qing to one side.

"Let's have some dessert before we go."

"..."

Yao Qing had already packed up and was standing at the door, but since the boss had spoken, she couldn't very well leave without sharing some dessert with him.

After all, they had already had dinner.

She smiled, turned around, and returned to her seat.

Her gaze followed Fo Zi'ang's line of sight downward, but she saw nothing.

It seemed to be snowing, no wonder it had been so cold these past few days.

The ground was already covered with a layer of white, which she failed to notice had yet to bury the tracks of the car tires.

"Miss Yao, what would you like to eat?" Fo Zi'ang lifted his eyes toward Yao Qing.

Yao Qing paused, then casually ordered a mango mousse.