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

The bidding room, which had been noisy just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent.


Dozens of people stood up at once, their eyes fixed unmovingly on the door.


Liang Weining was very familiar with such scenes, identical to those before the start of the top-level meetings, two minutes prior, the expressions of the attending executives would be exactly the same.


It was the instinctive, heightened tension of the lower ranks in anticipation of the arrival of someone higher up.


Because she did not know what the big shot's arrival would bring to the situation, nor could she be sure of his attitude towards it, and how much he would separate the public from the private when it came to her.


Today, the man was dressed in classic business attire, with just a hint of white at the collar and cuffs of his shirt peeking out from otherwise head-to-toe black. His long strides into the room and his stern face only added a chill to his daunting presence.


Chapter 57: Desperate Counterattack