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Beijing-Hong Kong Memories

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." - High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.

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Chapter 064: Reluctant to Scold

Raise!

The boss was going to give her a raise!

Liang Weining instantly sobered up, cursing herself for sweating the small stuff and nearly missing out on the big picture benefits.

No problem.

As long as the money's right, she could do any job.

Regaining her composure, Liang Weining calmly said, "Mr. Chen, give me some time. Around eight tonight, I'll send a detailed adjustment plan to your email."

"Around eight is too late."

Too late?

She hesitated for two seconds.

"Then when do you think would be suitable?" she asked tentatively.

Chen Jingyuan set a time limit, "Before you leave work this afternoon."

Fine then.

The brutal capitalist.

In truth, there wasn't much difference between six and eight.

It was more valuable to tap into her potential than to work overtime late into the night.

Without suspecting anything amiss, Liang Weining was about to get up when the man lightly pressed down on her shoulder with his hand, and she sat back down, stunned.