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

Having arrived at Lianwu Island, it was now half past eight at night.


The cabin crew, thoughtful and attentive, had prepared warm clothing for Chen Jingyuan in advance.


Liang Weining stood at the cabin door, reaching out to accept the overcoat handed to her by the flight attendant; she folded the garment neatly and placed it on the crook of her arm.


Her intuition told her that the flight attendant's kind gesture was probably in vain.


There was a very good chance that Chen Jingyuan would not wear it.


The time had come, and the cabin door slowly opened.


The cabin crew stood on either side, bowing to bid Mr. Chen a safe journey.


Cold air rushed in as the man, who was on the phone, walked out of the inner cabin. He passed by Liang Weining without pausing, his pace calm and steady as he descended the airstairs.


Just as she had expected, the overcoat had no chance to be of service.


Chapter 019: It's Cold at the Top