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, twelve o'clock, the staff cafeteria.


Liang Weining was having lunch with a few colleagues from the secretarial office when the director of the trade department came over with his meal tray, smiling and asking if she minded sharing a table.


Those with insight knew, there was something to discuss.


Assistants tactfully found excuses to leave one after another.


Once the crowd had thinned, the director looked at the girl and probed, "What was Mr. Chen's reaction after reading that written report?"


With utmost candor, Liang Weining dashed cold water, "Mr. Chen wasn't at the company this morning and hasn't replied yet, but pardon my frankness, that report isn't what Mr. Chen wanted."


On hearing this, the director was startled, then with semi-belief, laughed, "Secretary Liang feel free to remind Mr. Chen to check it, leave the rest to us, we have our own considerations."


Chapter 034: Favoritism