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

From the Hong Kong Region to Chengdu, the entire high-speed train journey takes eight hours.


Departing at three in the afternoon, Liang Weining wore an eye mask and earplugs to listen to music and sleep, having some snacks in between until dusk fell, and her phone vibrated twice, signaling incoming messages.


At this hour, Pok Fu Lam would have finished dinner long ago. According to the usual routine, Josie would spend half an hour playing with Douban in the backyard.


But because of her, that golden retriever could only be restricted to the backyard by Uncle Ming every time.


She opened the camera, took a casual snap of the passing landscape, and sent it to Josie.


The outside light of the train was dim, and mountain ranges with their ups and downs were faintly visible—an authentic wilderness.


Josie curiously asked, "Can we stop midway and camp?"


Chapter 077: Want to Be What Kind of Person to Him