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

Exhausted to the extreme, even dreaming felt like too much effort.


When Liang Weining woke up, through the translucent curtain, she saw the tall figure standing on the balcony, taking a call.


Having lived together for some time, she had basically mastered Mr. Chen's daily routine.


Especially in the morning, no matter how arduous the previous night's work, his biological clock, unyielding, struck six.


Like a machine that, no matter how overworked, seemed to have an inexhaustible source of energy.


Sometimes she really wanted to know, beneath that robust physique, if there was a weakness, what exactly it would take to shake him ever so slightly.


Whether it was as impervious as his body.


Actually, for smart people, the simpler the emotions, the better. Liang Weining never delved deep into the other person nor did she spend much energy pondering over herself.


Whose feelings for whom were truer, deeper, delving into that was meaningless.


Chapter 109: Mr. Chen’s Strategy