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

Liang Weining had no self-awareness and racked her brain but couldn't figure out which remark had offended the big shot.


Seeing that things were getting back on track, she subtly breathed a sigh of relief.


She obediently got up from the man's lap and took the medicine bag, caressing the long box inside with complex and indefinable emotions, slowly heading toward the bathroom.


Under the cool lighting, Chen Jingyuan lit a cigarette and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows. As nicotine filled his lungs, he exhaled plumes of smoke while his gaze fell upon the undulating city lights in the distance, his eyes shadowy, their depths dark and calm enough to make one's heart palpitate.


Three cigarette butts were stubbed out in the Heiyen ashtray, and the sound of a door opening came from the bathroom.


The bedroom wasn't far from the living room.


Chapter 127: The Left Hand Owes the Most