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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 135: Love Rival

Occasionally, the driver was even better at gauging the master's mood in advance.

Lingering one more second was simply negligence.

Liang Weining had no time to ponder other matters, her heart weighed down with a heavy, sour feeling.

And guilt.

Exactly what she felt guilty about was unclear and indefinable; there was just this sudden urge to say "sorry" to him.

Her chest swelled, unable to restrain the warmth rising within.

The girl hastily turned her face away, gazing out at the night view of the coastal bay outside the window to distract herself.

Upon boarding the yacht, what first caught the eye wasn't the luxurious setting but rather the neatly illuminated strips of light spaced evenly along the deck every few steps.

Her gaze traveled through the forward cabin to the bar area and even deeper, to places out of sight, all decorated in her favorite pink.

This big shot is...