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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 226: Transfer Orders

After finishing speaking, the car fell into a long silence.

Just as Liang Weining was about to speak again, she saw the man slowly close his eyes, raise his hand to touch her soft hair, and his thin lips slightly parted, "The premise of being with me is not for you to sacrifice yourself."

Her heart shuddered.

Hugging him even tighter, Liang Weining shook her head sullenly, "It's not about sacrifice, just compromising once because he is an elder."

And it would be the last time.

"Why compromise?" Chen Jingyuan asked.

A simple phrase, yet one could feel the undeniable chill in it.

The little girl quietly lay in his embrace, without a word.

Undoubtedly, someone as powerful as Mr. Chen had total control and decision-making power over this relationship. No one could interfere with his freedom, including that person from Taiping Mountain.

As the person involved, Liang Weining really didn't need to care too much.

But she had to consider her parents.