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

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon on that day, Taiping Mountain.


The sky was clear, and the air was fresh. Under the century-old banyan tree in the main residence's backyard, the chessboard was enveloped in a mist of tea.


This was the father and son's last game before leaving for Beijing.


It was still the same unfinished game from last time in the study.


Chen Jingyuan sat silently on a teak chair, dressed in finely pressed business attire. His shirt buttoned to the top, his subtly patterned tie precisely aligned at his throat, exuding a composed aura. As he made his plays, the cold gleam from his watch's dial sifted through the wreathing tea vapor, gradually getting covered by a thin mist.


The black-and-white pieces were in disarray, but in reality, each move was strategic.


As the eldest son was about to depart for Beijing, Chen Song played his game majestically and unhurriedly as ever.


However, as the endgame approached, they found themselves in a stalemate once again.


Chapter 090: Come Downstairs Obediently