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

tears blurring her vision, Liang Weining stared at the man as she stuttered her accusation, "You'd never guide me properly, only know to use violence. You might as well not treat me as a human being. Treat me as your venting tool. Tools don't have feelings; they can be manipulated and trampled upon at your will."


Chen Jingyuan's face turned icy, his lips slowly parted, "When did I ever use violence on you?"


Until now, she dared not change clothes or look in the mirror.


Mentioning last night, it was evident that the man's aura suddenly retracted.


His arms tightened around her waist, Chen Jingyuan pulled her closer and reached to lift her skirt to check, his voice deep and hoarse, "Where are you hurt?"


In those three words, a thick sense of self-reproach could be discerned.


Liang Weining mumbled, "You hurt my heart."


Chapter 149: Forget It