The question to the star

Liang Weining rose to become a 'favorite' of Mr. Chen, the capital magnate of the Hong Kong Region, in just six months. The outside world said she climbed up by her beauty. No matter how good a vase might look, it can't escape being discarded once the owner grows tired of it. As such, everyone watched and waited. After three long years, they finally received news of Liang Weining's dismissal.
While the entire upper circle thought Liang Weining had become history, nobody knew that on the eve of New Year's Eve, an entertainment reporter captured a romantic moment. In a black business car parked underneath the Zhonggang headquarters building, the backseat window was half-lowered, and Mr. Chen, who was always dignified and composed, unexpectedly lost control. In the mottled shadows, he grabbed the chin of a young girl and kissed her fiercely.
The photos were exposed that same night, and a heavy snow fell over the Eastern Suburbs of Beijing.
Inside the Mid-hill Villa, the fireplace blazed warmly. The man took the girl's soft, boneless hand from behind and guided her to write on the Xuan paper: Chen Jingyuan.
"When will we go public?" he asked in a low voice.
As soon as he'd finished speaking, the mobile phone screen lit up. The exclusive breaking news headline from the Hong Kong media flashed before their eyes again, and Liang Weining fretted over the news title, "Let's wait a bit longer."
Chen Jingyuan's voice was slightly deep, "What are you worried about?"
"My dad's blood pressure has been unstable lately."
Years later, Mr. Chen gave an interview to the media, addressing personal issues.
Reporter: "For you, what was the biggest obstacle in pursuing Mrs. Chen back then?"
Mr. Chen paused for a few seconds, then smiled lightly, "My father-in-law's blood pressure."
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High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.

Beijing-Hong Kong Memories

At noon, I joined Vivi for lunch in the employee cafeteria downstairs.


There was a new dish today, spicy hotpot crab, which was Weining's favorite. After queueing for five minutes, she was lucky enough to snag the last serving.


Just by looking at it, you could tell it was extremely flavorful.


After holding back for a while and feeling a faint pain in her teeth, she couldn't help but ask, "Can all of you from Chengdu handle spicy food like this?"


"Don't get me wrong, I don't represent everyone."


Weining didn't look up as she spoke, but inside she was making comparisons and felt that this dish wasn't nearly as good as the one Old Liang made at home; it lacked something.


Vivi thought she would take action immediately, but...


In fact, Weining's disposition in private and at work were completely different.


Chapter 017: Wise Protection of Oneself