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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.

The question to the star · Urbano
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256 Chs

Chapter 041: Your Daddy Has Excellent Taste

I thought I was clever, but I ended up being the fool; in the end, my clever ploys backfired, creating the most expensive fiasco in auction history.

Liang Weining hadn't slept all night as she pondered how to return the item without anyone noticing.

At ten in the morning, Xu Zhou called to tell her to put aside her current work; the boss needed her help with a private matter.

A private matter?

Xu Zhou explained simply, "The young master is sick and has taken the day off school at home; the school had previously arranged a Chinese interactive learning assignment that required a video submission."

"What can I do?" she asked.

"I'm not sure of the specifics; you can head to Pok Fu Lam now, and Uncle Ming will fill you in with the details."

After exchanging a few words, the call ended.

Liang Weining checked the schedule. Mr. Chen's business engagement was due to finish around eleven o'clock, and there was nothing scheduled between lunch and three in the afternoon.