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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 · Thành thị
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265 Chs

Chapter 133 "Calling My Name in the Night?

Yu Yanshen left the Fu Mansion at a little past seven in the evening.

Secretary Su was dozing off when suddenly jolted awake, catching a whiff of thick smoke from the man seated in the back.

How much had he smoked—

"Go to the riverside villa."

...

Even though it had been a while since his last visit, the villa was regularly cleaned.

Yu Yanshen silently threw his suit jacket onto the sofa.

A notebook lay on the table, and after a few seconds of silence, he ultimately decided to open it.

Then, he made a phone call.

"Connect to video."

On the screen was the familiar white backdrop wall.

Everything appeared extremely cold and detached.

The doctor looked nervous and coughed a few times, "President Yu, it's been a long time since you've called..."

Yu Yanshen hummed faintly, seemingly not very interested.

"How is Tang Yi doing?"

The doctor looked down at a notebook resembling a medical record.