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 director's office, Liang Weining knocked and entered.


Chen Jingyuan was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows on a phone call, his gaze shifted at the sound, lightly sweeping over the girl.


The coffee on the desk was only half-drunk, already lukewarm.


It was evident that the big boss had also been sufficiently busy that morning.


So busy he didn't have time to finish his coffee.


Liang Weining moved the cup aside, slightly organized the documents and office supplies, and happened to glance at the computer screen, which displayed an email entirely in English.


It wasn't intentional snooping; the email subject was just too eye-catching.


Without much thought, she knew who the sender was just by the tone of it.


The second-young master had traveled to New York for experience, yet he still had to hand in homework to the big boss every day?


Chapter 083: The Boyfriend Who Can't Be Exposed to Light