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

Of course, that phrase "insolent towards my family" directly made Vice President Liao almost collapse on the floor.


Exchanging a glance with his wife, he quickly got up and hurried to Mr. Chen, urgently explaining, "It must be a misunderstanding, this child is usually quite timid at school, and we as parents also—"


"Your sister is just a minor supervisor, not even worthy to carry my dad's shoes. Here, he who holds the higher office dictates the rules, I'm the son of the vice president, and I should come first."


Josie, expressionless, interrupted and repeated the statement verbatim.


In an instant, the entire tea room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.


Mrs. Liao's face changed slightly, and she nearly lost her grip on the teacup in her hand.


A teenager, already so entrenched in the disdainful hierarchy of the workplace. There was no doubt those statements had come from what he heard and saw around his guardians.


Mrs. Liao could not absolve herself of blame.


Chapter 178: Protecting Her