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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 235: He Deserves Everything

"It's called deceit, but it's not like there was any real foul play involved."

The first few moves were indeed tough, but as the game went on, and the young lady's spirits gradually lifted, she pressed forward headlong with a burst of momentum, completely without any strategic layout, almost ready to smash the pot if it cracked further.

In fact, Chen Song hadn't underestimated her.

It was precisely this disregard for planning ahead that brought a seemingly dead game unexpectedly back to life.

"The current situation is unfavorable for you."

Huh?

Her train of thought abruptly interrupted, Liang Weining looked up to the elder sipping tea across from her.

A silence of two seconds.

"While playing chess, do you still consider your opponent?" the girl asked, her tone tinged with confusion.

Setting down the celadon teacup, Chen Song asked indifferently, "What kind of person counts as an opponent?"

A verbal trap.