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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 231: First Class at Headquarters

Upon arriving at the company, she headed straight for the project department.

The Deputy Director and all the employees were already waiting outside the elevator doors, complete with flowers, balloons, cake, and effusive words of welcome, all designed to create a full ceremonial atmosphere.

Liang Weining calculated silently in her heart; in half a year more, she would be twenty-five.

Did these people realize that perhaps their newly appointed director actually preferred performance reports and project planning documents?

But that wasn't important.

What was important was how they saw Director Liang, whose side they thought she was on.

After introducing herself and saying a few token words, the Deputy Director took her to her office once the pleasantries were finished.

The environment was better than the Beijing branch.

There were three walls of panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offering a sweeping view of the entire Central North and the distant Victoria Harbour.