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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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Extra: Beautiful Moment (Part 3)

The answer was, of course, no.

At 39 weeks pregnant, there was a slight show during the night and, besides mild contractions, there was no other reaction.

Mr. Chen's expression was tight as he hung up the doctor's phone and then instructed the butler to arrange for a confinement nanny, quickly getting the necessities ready to go to the hospital.

At ten o'clock at night, the lights were bright in Pok Fu Lam, bustling with activity.

At this crucial moment, Liang Weining finished an orange, supported her waist and slowly walked into the walk-in wardrobe, carefully picking out a pink nightgown.

The man asked her what she was doing.

Liang Weining said, "I'm going to take a bath first."

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If she remembered correctly, she had already taken one around seven.

But the young girl had a good reason.

"I want to smell nice when meeting the little baby."

With that, she changed into non-slip slippers and entered the bathroom.

Leaving Mr. Chen standing still.