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 dinner at the restaurant, the extended Pullman continued to its next destination.


The meeting with Director Wei was scheduled for eight o'clock on the 7th floor of Guomao Tower, in an elegantly appointed VIP private room.


Tea was already prepared on the rosewood table, and the two calmly communicated about business, discussing obstacles in future cooperation and current priorities, including the slow progress in obtaining three types of qualifications.


A few meters to the left, a screen served as a partition, and the inner room was filled with the lingering scent of agarwood, from where the silhouettes of two people sitting quietly in front of a desk could subtly be seen through the retro carved gaps.


Initially unnoticed, it wasn't until the conversation was nearing its end and Director Wei put down his teacup and prepared to leave, that in the moment he stood up, a peripheral glance unintentionally caught a glimpse of distinguished white.


Chapter 159: Shall We Keep the Door?