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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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Chapter 069: Mr. Chen is the Poison

Old men can be petty-minded.

Adding a title can avoid misunderstandings.

But as Liang Weining thought about her own face, and then sneaked another glance at the gang leader's handsome and mature features, in terms of resemblance, they simply weren't comparable in the slightest.

Who would be so blind to think they were father and daughter?

In her lifetime, she only had one dad, and that was Old Liang. Aside from him, discussion of anyone else was out of the question.

In a short time, a brainstorm had swept through her head several rounds.

By the window, Chen Jingyuan smoked in silence, his expression serene, watching the girl lost in her thoughts, knowing without guessing what she was pondering.

Little sister's mind was overly active.

Therefore, some matters needed to be set straight promptly, lest they lead to more complicated dreams.