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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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Chapter 150: More Than Just Suitable

The three-hour flight ended as the business jet landed in the Hong Kong Region.

In the dense night, the car headed towards Sassoon Road, and after the conclusion of the headquarters' online meeting, Xu Zhou held his tablet and turned his head to the back, tracking the itinerary for the upcoming days in New York.

Mid-report, the man leaning against the back seat slowly opened his eyes and began to speak lightly, "Call Zhuang Jiming."

An abrupt command.

A slight chill in the heart.

It seemed that Mr. Chen was ready to make his move on the Entrepreneurship Park.

Two months ago, he suddenly asked me to check on someone, inadvertently drawing in a startup named Xiwei Technology. Unexpectedly, the founder with the surname Shen hadn't forgotten about the young girl even after five full years.

Mr. Chen had endured until today, probably reaching his limit.

When he returned to Pok Fu Lam, it was nearly ten o'clock at night.