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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 119: Stabilizing the Mind

It was as if something possessed her, Liang Weining's ordinarily stable mental state suddenly snapped as if a string in her brain broke with a loud pang.

Her small face instantly flushed red.

As the towel stopped, Chen Jingyuan slowly looked up.

His gaze calmly settled on her face, watching the crimson color spread subtly and silently across her cheeks, even reaching her ears and spreading to her fair neck.

Unintentionally, he had opened the floodgates of the girl's memory.

The flood poured out, beyond control.

He chuckled softly.

The sound, filled with tenderness and indulgence, devoid of any unnecessary emotion, was enough to successfully bring Liang Weining's thoughts back.

She focused and held her breath, forcing herself to return to reality.

Looking down, she mumbled to change the subject, "Shang An said that the coffee recently hasn't been to your liking. I came up specifically to ask about it."

"Just for the coffee?"