Chapter 23: Be Kind and Tender to Women
As the accompanying secretary, Lian Kirishima had naturally communicated these trivial matters with her in advance.

After returning to the hotel room, he used the intercom to order dinner in the room. After eating, he rested for half an hour. At around eight o'clock, Liang Weining got up, packed up, found a swimsuit from the suitcase, and prepared to go out.

There is a sightseeing bus downstairs of the hotel to facilitate guests to go directly to the hot spring hotel.

I thought the journey was long, but it only took five minutes.

In fact, you can walk there.

Led by the waiter, we walked inside. The environment was elegant and retro, with rockery, flowing water, pavilions and towers. I didn't expect to see a leisure club with such a strong Chinese style on such a remote island.

At the front desk, Liang Weining told the staff that she was the secretary of Mr. Chen from the China Hong Kong Group and her surname was Liang.

When the other party heard the three words "Mr. Chen", his attitude immediately became respectful, "Hello, Secretary Liang, this is the room card for the high-end VIP hot spring pool, please keep it."

"Thank you."

Holding the room card, under the guidance of the waiter, we walked around in circles and finally entered a private room with an elegant layout.

Looking around, Liang Weining felt complicated.

For a working-class worker, this hot spring is too luxurious.

If I'm not mistaken, the ink painting hanging on the water wall behind the mist should be the famous Song Dynasty painting "Qianjuntu". It has never been circulated in the market since it was sold for a high price of 80 million yuan at Sotheby's auction five years ago. I didn't expect to be able to admire it in a hot spring hotel today.

If any high-end hot spring bath is so luxurious, it is hard to imagine how exaggerated the one reserved for Mr. Chen would be.

Liang Weining didn't think much about it, so she decided to make the best of it. After the waiter left, she turned around and went to the locker room to change her clothes and put her belongings away.

The night fell and the dinner ended.

Director Yan led several specialists and escorted the distinguished guests to the hot spring club.

The club manager personally received us and led the way with a radiant look on his face. When passing the front desk, he secretly instructed the staff that those who came tonight were all important people, so they must provide the utmost service and without any mistakes.

The latter hesitated a little: "But Mr. Chen's private soup was already prepared fifteen minutes ago."

When the manager heard this, his expression changed instantly: "Who allowed you to open the door without my permission?"

"It was a lady who said she was Mr. Chen's secretary. Her last name was Liang."

Female secretary.
After thinking for two seconds, the manager seemed to have thought of something and his expression gradually showed profound meaning.

In the corridor, the sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

The commissioner politely escorted the man to the outside of the hot spring room and then nodded and left.

As Chen Jingyuan stepped inside, he received a private phone call.

The call lasted only a few seconds. Unexpectedly, through the translucent glass screen and in the misty hot spring pool in the inner room, the girl's hazy figure caught his eye.

Under the black trousers, the leather shoes stopped in place in time.

Xu Zhou followed behind him and saw his master suddenly stop. Just as he was about to ask, the man turned around and said in a deep voice, "Go wait outside."

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Despite the question mark in his mind, Xu Zhou still did it.

The huge hot spring pool was so quiet that there was not a single sound.

Obviously, Liang Weining, as the person involved, was also stunned at this moment.

Just a moment ago, she was holding up her mobile phone to show her best friend on the other end of the video the environment of the private room, but the next second, the noble figure of a man suddenly entered the camera.

Close contact for more than three months.

She recognized who the person was in almost a second.

"Mr. Chen?"

Liang Weining was about to get up, but considering her wet swimsuit, she hesitated and slipped back into the water halfway.

Behind the glass screen, Chen Jingyuan whispered something in Cantonese into the phone, and the call was temporarily disconnected.

His eyes were deep, and he looked at the girl's soft silhouette quietly. His tone was gentle: "It's okay, Xu Zhou will go to negotiate with the front desk."

Negotiation, what?
Liang Weining didn’t quite understand.

Unfortunately, while she was stunned, the man turned and left without staying for long.

It took less than a minute from the beginning to the end.

She was confused and felt something was wrong. In the video, her best friend asked, "Was that your boss? How did he get in?"

Liang Weining realized it later and guessed, "Maybe the staff was careless and took him to the wrong room."

"It shouldn't be that serious. After all, this is a masterpiece worth tens of millions. Is this the level of service?"

and many more.

The two looked at each other.

"You must have made a mistake!" Gu Yunzhen revealed the truth.

Realizing the dramatic nature of this farce and recalling the man's calm reaction just now, Liang Weining closed her eyes in despair.

So, was it that she didn't explain it clearly, or was it that the front desk was too outrageous?

This guild hall.

It's really poisonous.

A few minutes later, Liang Weining quickly changed his clothes and got on the sightseeing bus back to the hotel.

Unexpectedly, I ran into my boss in the hotel lobby.

The man had a good figure and was standing quietly in front of the elevator while talking on the phone. His other hand, holding a cigarette, hung naturally at his side. As he raised his hand to smoke, the expensive steel watch on his wrist reflected a quiet and cold feeling.

Liang Weining stayed in silence for a moment, then could only step forward silently and greet the man calmly.

The low voice paused for a moment, Chen Jingyuan tilted his head, and his calm eyes fell on the girl.

Secretary Liang, who was originally enjoying a hot spring bath, was now standing beside him.

Seeing that the man remained silent, Zhou Shixu joked on the phone: "It seems that the busiest person on Mr. Chen's business trip is Secretary Liang."

During the first call, Liang Weining's voice was faintly heard.

Just now, the girl shouted the same three words in the same voice.

Zhou Shixu teased lazily, "As a boss, don't be too exploitative. After all, she is a delicate little girl. You should be gentle and considerate to her, Boss Chen."

After finishing the business, Chen Jingyuan was not interested in listening to Prince Zhou's boring speech. He hung up the phone with a cold expression.

A busy tone sounded and Zhou Shixu took out his phone to check.

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At this moment, the elevator door happened to open.

Liang Weining gestured to the man to go first and she would wait for the next one.

Chen Jingyuan glanced at the girl calmly, then put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray in the corner. He stepped into the elevator with his long legs, stood in front of the metal wall, and watched the elevator door slowly close indifferently.

Liang Weining breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and her heart was half relieved when she heard a 'ding' sound.

The elevator door, which had been closed, slowly opened again.

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In the elevator, the man stood in front of the floor button, looking at her calmly with deep eyes.

"Come in." Chen Jingyuan opened his mouth in a calm voice.

The only glimmer of hope left in my heart was completely turned into ashes with the boss's two words that expressed different emotions.

There was no way she could refuse.

In case the man has work matters to report.

In fact, Liang Weining is quite thin-skinned. Especially after something as embarrassing as tonight, it is impossible for her to remain completely indifferent.

After entering the elevator, the floor numbers on the upper side jumped quietly.

The girl's delicate face was reflected in the metal wall, and her cheeks were unusually rosy, perhaps because she had just soaked in a hot spring, or perhaps for some other reason.

She stood quietly beside the man, waiting for him to speak.

However, there was no follow-up.

　There is only one chapter today, and I will add more chapters after two days of PK.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)