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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 051: Love and Fear

In the past, it was unimaginable that Mr. Chen, a man of prestigious status, would personally step into the fray to discipline someone, and all for the sake of a woman.

Mr. Tan's anger was like a strand hanging by a thread, and with the influence of alcohol, his entire demeanor was now one of utmost frailty.

The bodyguard, hiding a trace of shock in his eyes, strode forward, lowered his voice, and said to the man, "Mr. Chen, let me handle the rest."

Chen Jingyuan gave a cold glance and slowly released his grip.

Soon, the bodyguard neatly handed the suit jacket to the girl and then carried the man off the scene.

Liang Weining stared down, dumbfounded, feeling the warmth of the man's body transferring into her palm through the suit lining.

The light fragrance of snow cedar, cold and refreshing, filled her nostrils, and at that moment, her heart was enveloped by an unprecedented sensation of strangeness.