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 next morning, Liang Weining carefully packed the boss's suit, ready to bring it to the company.


Her best friend was puzzled, "Why not send it directly to the dry cleaners?"


She felt that it was best left to professionals.


Better to take it back to Pok Fu Lam and leave it with Uncle Ming, safer that way.


Her best friend was exasperated, "You're too cautious. Even if it gets ruined, Mr. Chen won't blame you for one suit."


There were no high-end dry cleaners near her rented place, and if the owner of a regular shop recognized the value, they would surely be afraid to take such an expensive suit.


Rather than searching all over for a shop, it made more sense to return it to its place of origin. Uncle Ming would surely understand.


Liang Weining steeled herself, changed her shoes, and left the house.


She arrived at the company just after nine o'clock.


Chapter 074: No Kissing