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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 126: Can Afford to Raise

The soft, tender voice, like the scratch of a kitten's tiny claws on the heart, was light and ticklish with no force of attack, yet it successfully halted the man's motion to dial the phone. The large hand around the girl's waist tightened then gradually became gentle and completely relaxed.

Liang Weining held her breath, frozen for two seconds before she realized what she had just done.

Despite being an action born out of desperation, the effect was obviously substantial.

As if she had unintentionally discovered the password to a reversal of fortune.

Who would have thought Mr. Chen would fall for this tactic?

Still uncertain.

So she patiently lay on the man's broad, hard shoulder, waiting for him to speak first.

The night was tranquil.

Under the soft white light, Chen Jingyuan's gaze on the girl's side face was dark and profound, as if wrapped in a cloud drenched in rain mist, carrying an unprecedented strange sensation.