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."
-
High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.

Beijing-Hong Kong Memories

Liang Weining had just lain down after her shower when her ears started burning incessantly, she pinched them, suspecting someone must be speaking ill of her behind her back.


Thinking of this, she picked up her phone, intending to send a private message to Josie, reminding him to keep a secret, but seeing it was already late, she decided it was not nice to wake someone up.


It was the last week before the New Year holiday, and as the company prepared to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new, a relaxed and joyful atmosphere pervaded throughout.


No sooner had she arrived at the secretary's office and settled in than someone from the planning department downstairs came up, saying that at the group's annual meeting in a fortnight, each department had to prepare one or two performances.


The board's office had found an excuse to shirk this duty last year, but this year they would have to face the challenge head-on, no matter what.


Chapter 063: A Secretary, Burdened Too Much