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

Half-asleep and half-awake, the girl barely opened her closed eyes and murmured fuzzily, "You're back?"


Her voice was so faint, nearly inaudible.


The wall lamp cast a soft light that didn't hinder her from continuing to drift off to sleep. The young girl was cute and serene, yet her heart was like still water; she had not seen him all day and hadn't thought of him at all.


Passion stirred in her sleep, her body reacting.


As clothes were shed, Weining felt increasingly uncomfortable in the midst of that intensely possessive kiss, an unease that was inexpressible and sent her heart throbbing.


As waves of desire flooded in, she buried her head in the man's chest, her small hands clinging to his shoulders, her eyes closed, a bit aggrieved but also subtly initiating and aware.


Chen Jingyuan tenderly kissed her sensitive spots and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "What time did you go to bed?"


Chapter 103: An Unremarkable Night