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

The downpour came swiftly and left just as quickly. Half an hour later, the sky gradually cleared.


Liang Weining straightened her clothes, sat in the living room eating fruit for a moment, and then slowly made her way downstairs, calm and collected, to catch a taxi to the dining location in Causeway Bay.


The usual spot, Under Bridge Spicy Crab.


Arriving ten minutes early, she ordered the food and drinks, and, bored stiff, Weining pulled out her phone to update her social status.


Soon enough, Josie liked the post and sent her a private message.


[Sister Ning, can I come to hang out with you?]


At 7 p.m., Pok Fu Lam was likely already finished with dinner.


Liang Weining typed: [I don't mind, but your daddy might not allow it.]


Mr. Chen was strict and wouldn't let Josie come to such a mixed place.


It touched a sore spot for the teenager.


He pleaded: [Sister Ning, can you help me talk to daddy (cute begging roll).]


Chapter 129: Your Daddy Is in a Bad Mood