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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 · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
265 Chs

Chapter 116: Before Fu Moyi could finish speaking, Feng Ye stood up and punched him directly.

In Yaocheng, young master Fu Moyi had been considered a suave and debonair young man in many people's hearts. Seeing him now, hurling insults at a woman, as if he wanted to heap all the vilest words in the world upon her, everyone was shocked and equally curious.

What was the deal with the woman brought by young master Feng... how despicable was she? What did she do to make the usually carefree young master Fu so angry?

Yao Qing endured the malevolent gazes of speculation, her warm fingertips tracing circles on the edge of the porcelain bowl in front of her.

"Fu Moyi, I didn't fuss over that matter with the reporter before, forgave you for Yanshen's sake, you underdeveloped-brained rich boy. Frankly, it's better for you and me to keep to our separate paths. Do you really need to defame me with your delusions as soon as you open your mouth? Don't you find it childish and boring?"