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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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256 Chs

Chapter 107: The gentleman did not sleep well last night

On Tuesday, Liang Weining woke up early to report to her new department and left the house almost in sync with the big shot.

In the elevator, the metallic walls reflected the girl's spirited face—a stark contrast to the previous morning.

Chen Jingyuan watched silently for a moment before retracting his gaze and leading her out as the elevator doors opened.

A few minutes later, a domestic electric car and a stretched Pullman left Xiangyue Mansion, one after the other.

On the way to the company, she suddenly remembered something.

During a red light, Liang Weining connected to the car's system and made a call to a closely related female administrative director.

After explaining what she needed, the person on the other end was embarrassed: "To print business cards, you don't need to do it yourself, when do you need them? I'll arrange for someone to handle it."

Of course, the sooner the better.

But still.