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 car stopped at the entrance of the alley, and it was already nine o'clock at night.


The extended Pullman's extraordinary size invariably attracted the attention of passersby.


If any residents nearby were paying attention, they would have noticed the frequency of this car's presence in this area had become increasingly dense over the past month.


The license plate highlighted the owner's distinguished status.


Perhaps no one would have imagined that the executive director of Zhonggang, always so busy, would from time to time have his driver take him from Central to Tsing Yi, a journey of half an hour, just to personally send a secretary home.


Liang Weining got out of the car, stood outside the door, bent over to face the back seat, and waved, "See you tomorrow, Mr. Chen."


Every time they parted, this sentence had become the girl's habitual farewell.


In the past, no matter what, Chen Jingyuan would always respond indifferently.


Chapter 66: Good for No More than Three Seconds