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 day, she awoke in her bedroom, brimming with girlish charm.


On the two-meter-wide bed, the slender girl lay in the middle, a soft lump nestled in the blankets when viewed from above, like a fluffy sweety.


Mr. Chen had been cruel to sweety last night.


It was as if nothing had happened, yet everything that should have happened, had not been spared.


The alarm clock rang for the umpteenth time, and Liang Weining twisted her face in pain, struggling to get up from the bed.


She glanced at the time: half past seven.


She quickly got out of bed, put on her shoes, went to the bathroom to wash up, then back to the dressing room to change.


She picked a set of professional skirts casually and added a cashmere coat over it—it shouldn't be cold.


Once ready, she went to the dining room.


Chapter 092: Mr. Chen, Not a Tyrant