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

Why couldn't she relax? Because he was Chen Jingyuan. She would be afraid.


This fear was not just the nervousness that came with actively approaching someone of high status, it was more about Liang Weining being afraid of not being able to maintain her guard, of harboring feelings that she shouldn't have.


Her career was not yet established, and her mind was already filled with all sorts of thoughts. This was not her style.


Liang Weining collected herself and listened intently as the man explained the techniques of swinging a club—keeping the head and body stable and balanced, not rotating or leaning excessively, which would help improve accuracy and ensure that beginners didn't come away empty-handed, damaging their confidence.


She was very smart and learned quickly.


In just a few minutes, the tension eased from the man in front of her. His wrists were flexible, though lacking in strength—something that would improve with more practice time and couldn't be achieved overnight.


Chapter 31: Storing Wishes