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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 079: Self-Deception

The system-default remark gave away nothing special, could it be the elite Mr. Zhuang that great-aunt spoke of?

Nickname: ZG-C.

Beginning with 'Z', and the surname Zhuang, the likelihood is very high.

Liang Weining originally wanted to ignore it, but her great-aunt had repeatedly emphasized before leaving that she must chat with the person for a bit, just to save her face.

Again, face.

What does her great-aunt's face have to do with her?

As her thoughts landed, Teacher Xie knocked from outside.

"What is it, Mom?"

From outside came her mother's half-mocking repetition, "Your great-aunt just called and said Little Zhuang will add you on WeChat soon, remember to accept it."

"..." The boomerang of death.

Fine.

If an addition it must be, then so be it.

Some things are better clarified at once to avoid further trouble.

Without further hesitation, she accepted the friend request.

Liang Weining took the initiative, typing quickly and sending four messages in one breath.