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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 206: The Property is in Her Name

Of course, Mr. Chen quickly gave her the most straightforward answer.

The room was warm and inviting.

The moment the man's thin lips pressed down, Liang Weining instinctively lifted her hands to his shoulders.

Under the fine fabric of his shirt, the hard, well-defined lines of his muscles sent waves of searing heat into her palms.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Their bodies were a mess, and their breaths were tinged with each other's scent.

As the tide swept over them, the man's gentle kiss landed on her ear, and his Adam's apple moved against his hoarse voice, "Pushing the suitcase, ready to go where?"

The girl underneath him, with her rosy charm, had a mist in her eyes.

The response he received was nothing but intermittent moans spilling from the girl's lips.

It was too much for her.

In Chen Jingyuan's lust-filled eyes, a shallow smile and indulgence passed by, and he sighed, rare and helpless, that even he could ask such an ill-timed question.