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 a few seconds, Liang Weining calmly shifted her gaze away.


She then stepped in and, upon not seeing the teenager's silhouette, asked in confusion, "Where's Josie?"


Chen Jingyuan walked over to the dark hardwood desk, methodically gathering up the rice paper spread across it, and advised in a low tone, "Today's lesson is canceled; let him reflect on his own."


His tone was calm, but it tightened Weining's breath when she heard it.


And it might not only be about the grades.


After hesitating for two seconds, Liang Weining mustered up her courage to approach him.


She moved slowly to his side, gripped his shirt's sleeve, lowered her eyes, and confessed, "Actually, as Josie's Chinese tutor, I've reflected on myself as well."


Her voice was weak, betraying her nervousness.


The motion of arranging the inkstone paused, Chen Jingyuan's profound gaze turned toward her, locking onto her eyebrows and eyes deeply.


Chapter 131: Precocious Concepts