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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 43: Ambitious

The girl turned around in slow motion, then slightly more seriously reminded, "Mr. Chen, I'm afraid we don't have enough time. The meeting is in half an hour."

In front of the desk, Chen Jingyuan got up from his leather chair with an impassive expression, and walked towards the sofa area. As he passed by, he glanced at her with indiscernible emotion, "What do you think I'm going to do that would take more than half an hour?"

Liang Weining's heartbeat faltered slightly.

It seemed reasonable.

She walked over calmly to close the door and, under the gaze of the big shot, took a seat opposite him.

This posture was clearly the standard for a superior to talk with a subordinate. She had indeed thought too much just now.

"How long since you were made permanent?" Chen Jingyuan asked.

Without thinking, Liang Weining gave a precise answer, "At 10:05 AM on October 30th, I signed the permanent contract; it's been exactly one month to this day."