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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 105: The Ex Isn't Considered a Friend

After dinner, she planned to drive to Shichahai for a breezy evening ride.

Hardly had she gotten on the expressway when Mr. Chen called to ask where she was.

Distracted, Liang Weining missed the navigation prompt and turned onto a detour leading to the suburbs, muttering annoyedly to herself.

The man chuckled softly.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

The scenery on both sides slowly receded, and with no place to turn around, she had no choice but to continue driving forward, stiff-necked.

She said, "I got distracted and took a wrong turn."

Chen Jingyuan glanced at his watch, noting the time was exactly seven o'clock.

His deep voice came through the phone, advising, "Don't go too far, head home early, stay safe."

Yeah.

"You hang up first, I can't do it right now."

After all, it was her first time driving around the confusing Beijing ring roads, which were dense enough to make one dizzy, and a single moment of inattention could mean a cascading series of mistakes.