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

Innocence stemmed from embarrassment, not because she was caught eavesdropping but because, in broad daylight, a female subordinate was hiding in the Executive Director's private resting room, a scene that sparked imagination.


She swallowed and was about to speak when the CEO, looking natural, stood up and said to the man across the sofa, "I'll go down and make the arrangements, and give a regular report every week."


Mr. Chen nodded his head, without a word.


As he passed by the door, Zou Ting smiled and nodded at the young lady, acknowledging her presence.


Liang Weining slightly bent her lips in embarrassment, managing a faint smile in return as a professional courtesy at the workplace.


After all, the man was the president and her superior.


The dignified figure leaning against the sofa didn't move an inch; the man slightly lifted his arm, gesturing for her to come sit.


Chapter 190: Ruthless Capital