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

Seeing the girl staring at his hand in a daze, Chen Jingyuan asked in a low voice, "Can't drink cold water?"


Liang Weining snapped out of it, quickly catching the water bottle with her hand, her voice slightly hoarse, "I can, thank you, Mr. Chen."


The water soothed her throat, and the itching and pain were alleviated.


With Chen Jingyuan's insight, he easily saw that she was feeling unwell, and with a slight lift of his chin, he gestured, "Wait in the car."


"It's nothing serious," Liang Weining claimed lightly as she screwed the cap back on, "Let it ferment a bit more, the medicine will work better then."


The people she dealt with daily were of all types, but this was the first time she heard such confidently flawed logic.


Chen Jingyuan's gaze swept over the girl's still-blushing face, his tone even, "If it ferments to the point that you can't speak, does Secretary Liang plan on communicating work with me through sign language?"


Chapter 25: Underestimating the Merchant