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 driver was usually reticent, and unless necessary, would not typically initiate idle chat with her—especially now that they had already arrived at the villa's entrance.


Just now, she felt the other's words had an underlying implication.


With doubts in mind, Liang Weining casually picked up the gift bag and walked in.


Mid-hill Villa seemed unusually quiet tonight, even deserted, which was odd for this hour when everything should be orderly. Yet, as she passed through the front courtyard, she couldn't see any trace of the butler or any servants.


Stepping into the villa, her slippers were placed at the entrance. As she changed shoes and looked toward the living room, only a few dim wall lights remained, casting a very faint and gloomy light.


That didn't matter, though, because as she turned through the atrium and arrived at the dining room, the sight before her instantly dispelled her confusion and incomprehension.


Chapter 144: This Woman Does Not Love Him