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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.

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Chapter 212: A Bit Higher

Liang Weining left a message and that was the end of it. She peeled the last grape and got up to wash her hands in the bathroom.

Seeing his daughter so composed, Old Liang suddenly calmed down.

What's there to hurry for?

No matter how impressive the background, can it grow three heads and six arms?

No rush.

Putting his phone down, under his wife's half-smiling gaze, Old Liang leaned back into the sofa chair with ease and refocused his attention on the Spring Festival Gala program.

Returning to the living room, Liang Weining observed her father's expression without showing any sign of doing so.

No reaction.

He could even be described as expressionless.

She wondered if he actually did a search or not.

Let it be.

After all, everything that needed to be said had been said; she'd leave her parents to digest it slowly. Some things have to be done step by step.

Nearing midnight, she received New Year's greetings from Zhuang Jiming.