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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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Extra: Beautiful Moment (Part 6)

A week before the Spring Festival, Josie turned eighteen and celebrated her coming-of-age ceremony in Pok Fu Lam.

At two in the afternoon, after all the guests had dispersed, a stretched black Bentley slowly entered through the villa's front gate.

It was Chen Song's first visit here after many years.

Why he came, he couldn't clearly explain.

Last night's dream remained vivid, lingering persistently.

It was as if an incessant voice urged him from the depths of his mind; he had to go and see that child.

The mysteries in his heart needed to be unraveled.

When the butler announced that the chairman had arrived at the front courtyard, Liang Weining thought she had heard wrong. After confirming it from the porch, she froze for two seconds before returning to her room to change her clothes and go downstairs.

Mr. Chen was in his study dealing with urgent work issues; the project was critical and he probably couldn't get away.