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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
168 Chs

Chapter 132 She's so pathetic, consider it me begging you...

The more he spoke, the more preposterous it got. Yu Yanshen's gaze grew even colder as he looked at him.

"You really don't know your own weight anymore, living in Fu Mansion, spending your days with women, and you think you're all that?" His grip tightened suddenly, "Fu Moyi, if you make Yao Qing the slightest bit unhappy again, I swear I'll break you—believe it or not?!"

The one he had always cherished was being cursed like that; Yu Yanshen's eyes were frighteningly cold.

With his neck harshly choked, Fu Moyi could hardly breathe.

Whether it was from suffocation or anger, his face turned thoroughly red.

"Do you really want to fall out with me over a woman? Over a cousin who cuckolded you?!"

A vicious gleam appeared in Yu Yanshen's eyes. He violently slammed Fu Moyi against a table nearby.

A black baseball bat was lying off to the side, but he was too lazy even to pick it up.