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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 023: To Understand the Pity for the Fragile and the Treasure for the Fair

Such trivial matters were naturally communicated to her in advance as the accompanying secretary on the trip to Lianwu Island.

Back in her hotel room, she ordered room service for dinner. After eating and resting for half an hour, Liang Weining got up at around eight o'clock, found her swimsuit in her luggage, and prepared to leave.

The hotel had a sightseeing car at the lobby to facilitate guests' direct access to the hot spring pavilion.

She had thought the journey would be long, but it only took five minutes.

She could have easily walked there.

Guided by a waiter, she walked in through the elegant and retro environment, with artificial mountains, flowing water, pavilions, and towers. It was unexpected to see such a distinctly Chinese-style leisure club on such a secluded island.

At the front desk, Liang Weining told the staff that she was Mr. Chen from Zhonggang Group's secretary, with the surname Liang.