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

After the car show ended, it was exactly twelve noon.


For lunch, they found a place in the alleyways that served hot pot mutton, and Alina spoke in fluent Beijing dialect. Liang Weining couldn't help but smile and asked her how she picked it up so well.


"You know how long I've been in the capital?"


The girl didn't speak, waiting for her to continue.


Alina busied herself with making tea, her motions smooth and practiced, and then she uttered the number, "Eight years."


By these calculations, did she head to Beijing right after reaching adulthood?


"I wasn't great at school, and once I turned eighteen, I followed my parents to Beijing. The three of us worked hard to make a living. Logically speaking, we shouldn't have starved to death. Luckily, we just managed to hold on for three years but couldn't make it anymore and were about to pack up and go back home with our tails between our legs.


Chapter 102: Going to Mid-hill Villa