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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 093: Understanding the Big Picture

Ten minutes later, Alina carried coffee to knock on the door of the director's office.

The man's deep voice said, "Come in."

She regulated her breathing, composed herself, raised her head, and pushed the door open with confidence.

Her high heels clicked from afar, leaving a trail of beguiling fragrance. Approaching the dark, large desk, she respectfully set down the coffee in front of the man, her red lips curving into a smile, "Mr. Chen, your coffee."

...

Just two minutes later, Alina carried the untouched coffee back to the pantry, the bright smile previously on her face nowhere to be found.

At the computer, Liang Weining was sorting through departmental information when a schadenfreude-filled voice rang out, "Miss Liang, Mr. Chen wants you to go to his office."

"Call me Secretary Liang." The girl corrected.

Alina choked.

Acting all high and mighty, but no matter how pretty, in the end, you're just a secretary.

With a status like Mr. Chen's, would he lack women?