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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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Chapter 191 I like you, but liking is fragile—it can't stand doubts, Yao Qing.

Yao Qing's pain was so intense she nearly cried, her eyes misty with tears as she stared hard at the person before her.

She baked the cake for him to eat, after all.

What gave him the right to pinch her wound.

Yao Qing bit her lip, and though the pain made her hand almost cramp, she didn't make a sound, yet it looked like tears might fall from the bottom of her eyes.

It's said silent tears are the most heartbreaking, but Yanshen merely glanced briefly before looking away.

"Remember the pain, and you won't hurt yourself again."

His subsequent actions were gentle, though, applying medicine, sticking on gauze, every motion tenderly careful.

But Yao Qing didn't speak again, her pale little face turned cold, and once the medicine was applied, she withdrew her hand immediately.

Her expression was icy as she looked down at her newly bandaged finger.

The pain seemed to linger in her mind.

She pursed her lips, "If you didn't want to apply the medicine, you didn't have to."