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

Pretending not to hear, she went to the kitchen to turn off the stove, then to the entryway to change her shoes. She casually wrapped her arm around her best friend's, shamelessly insisting on going down together.


Gu Yunzhen smiled indulgently and let her have her way.


They were bound to meet eventually, and tonight she was just an assistant—what could be discerned from that?


The stairwell was pitch-dark. Weining turned on her phone's flashlight, and a small ray of light illuminated the staircase, casting long, slender shadows of the two girlfriends. In a low voice, she complained, "You have time for wining and dining but no time to pick up the clothes, making an assistant do it."


"Xiaoguai, what are you mumbling about?" Gu Yunzhen asked her.


The girl shook her head, not saying a word.


At the bottom of the residential building stood a young figure.


He looked very young, probably just in his early twenties.


Chapter 130: Only C