Chapter 37: Humans and Beasts
The truth is, what Liang Weining said about being able to hold its own within five glasses only refers to beer or low-alcohol sparkling wine. When she is at home with her girlfriends, she just drinks a few cans for fun.

But at an occasion like tonight, the guests are all high-ranking business people. If the organizers want to get more money from the pockets of the rich, they will naturally have to spend a lot of money on the drinks and reception.

The red wine in her hand is ranked high in the Petrus series. It has a mellow taste and strong aftertaste. It is not very friendly to first-timers.

At the end of the fundraising ceremony, the content of the envelope on Mr. Chen's seat was slightly special.

The organizer was a little confused when checking, so the staff held down the headset and called the front desk manager to ask Mr. Chen if he had brought his children over tonight.

Secretary Liang is also a child when he is drunk.

Since Chen Jingyuan took over China Hong Kong, no female subordinate has dared to engage in such a tug-of-war with him.

The numbers in the envelope had been repeatedly deleted and revised for five minutes, and the string of various zeros at the end became evidence of Secretary Liang's crime of "rebellion against his superiors".

Of course, fundraising is not something that can be treated as a joke.

In fact, long before the ceremony began, the amounts intended by the bosses from all parties had already been finalized, and the handwriting session just now was just a formality.

For the next half hour, Chen Jingyuan discussed matters with several industry giants in the lounge area.

Secretary Liang sat quietly beside the man, as docile and well-behaved as a doll.

During the conversation, some people asked about the girl's identity.

Chen Jingyuan did not respond, and the prince of the Zhou family beside him said lazily: "This is Mr. Chen's precious child. We will see each other everywhere in the circle in the future. I hope you will take good care of him."

There was a lot of joking in the words. Liang Weining frowned and retorted unhappily: "I'm a secretary, not a pimple."

Oh, the little girl is drunk and has a bad temper.

Zhou Shixu raised his eyebrows slightly, shook the wine glass with interest, and cast his eyes towards the man sitting on the sofa, wanting to hear what he had to say.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Compared to Prince Zhou's usual romantic tone, Chen Jingyuan's aura was as steady and restrained as ever.

The man raised his hand and lightly tapped the ash from his cigarette. He said calmly, "The chief secretary of the China and Hong Kong Directors' Office is not very drunk tonight. I think you all should have no objection to asking her to stay by my side and not participate in public discussions."

Upon hearing this, several big shots looked at each other and quickly agreed, "It's no problem."

Anyone whom Mr. Chen personally protects, even if he is just a secretary, is respected enough by the upper class.

Since this charity dinner, a rumor has been circulating among the local powerful circles. They all say that Mr. Chen from Zhonggang is extremely protective of his subordinates, especially his secretary.

It doesn’t matter who the secretary is or what her name is. What matters is that she is very beautiful.

As the banquet was drawing to a close, the cool night breeze on the deck blew away much of the drunkenness.

Liang Weining came out to get some fresh air, and accidentally sprained his ankle when going down the stairs. He simply didn't want to go back, so he had an excuse to go to this small piece of world outside the rear cabin to concentrate and calm his mind.

Although my brain is slow, I still remember that I came to work tonight.

She was waiting for her boss to leave.

In the end, I didn’t get a call from the driver, but I felt a warmth on my shoulders and found myself wearing a black men’s suit.

Liang Weining tilted her head in a daze. The man held a cigarette between his lips and lowered his eyes to her fair and smooth feet. He asked her in a low voice: "Why are you not wearing shoes?"

The girl was standing barefoot on the deck. Being stared at by the big guy, she shyly moved her feet away.

Chen Jingyuan laughed softly, his voice tinged with the darkness of the night, "I'm drunk, so I'm not afraid of the cold."

"What's wrong with your foot?" he asked again.

Mr. Chen, who is very insightful, asked the key point.

Liang Weining was too embarrassed to say that she sprained her ankle, so she put on her shoes while saying it was okay.

However, the man soon noticed something unusual.

There was no reason to indulge the girl's stubbornness. Chen Jingyuan put out his cigarette and calmly picked her up like a gentleman.

"Mr. Chen." Liang Weining suddenly became more awake.

She subconsciously tried to break free, but the man said in a low voice, "Don't move, bury your face in my arms."

The boss knew what she was afraid of.

They are simply worried about being photographed by reporters and causing unnecessary scandals.

Chen Jingyuan raised the corners of her lips slightly. Since she had seen the ability of the China-Hong Kong Public Relations Department last time, she should let him carry her to the car safely. Liang Weining regretted not being able to control herself tonight.

She was thinking, if she took advantage of the alcohol to indulge in these few short minutes, her career would not seem so bland and boring when she looked back on it in the future.

There is no way to deny it anymore. Secretary Liang is just a young girl in her early twenties. She can excel at work, but she can also be moved and lose herself in a man's arms.

It's hypocritical, but that's human nature.

The temperature in the back seat was suitable. Chen Jingyuan took off her suit jacket and told the driver to drive slowly.

The bright white ambient light casts a shadow, casting a shadow on the girl's slightly drooping eyelashes, which are thick and curled. Her low-pile hair is simple and clean, adding a touch of feminine maturity and softness to her.

Liang Weining's cheeks were hot, and as the car started moving, she gradually felt drowsy.

Petrus has a really strong staying power.

The organizers have bad intentions. Maybe they are planning to get all the wealthy people drunk so that they will be more generous.

It's rare that she has time to complain about others.

Chen Jingyuan observed her quietly for a moment and asked her, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

He thought she had caught a cold from the cold wind on the deck.

The girl shook her head and said, "It's because the belt of the dress is too tight and it makes my chest feel stuffy."

The dress is too tight.

Chen Jingyuan tried to tell whether there was some truth or some drunkenness in her words.

After two seconds of silence, he asked, "Since it's too tense, why don't you learn to relax?"

There is ambiguity.

Is it about relaxing your clothes or relaxing your body and mind?

Liang Weining didn't bother to investigate, she just whispered: "It's my first time wearing a dress, I have no experience, I'm worried it will fall off."

The man's gaze was too deep.

She could clearly feel that Chen Jingyuan's eyes were clear and calm, and his breath was slowly lowered. He told her firmly, "Unless you want, no one can force it to fall down."

Liang Weining raised her eyes slightly and looked at him: "Mr. Chen can't do it either."

The girl's tone was extremely serious.

So, this was the source of her fear of him.

The disparity in their identities, the sensitivity of the secretary's job characteristics, and various objective factors that cannot be ignored have become a cage that traps her heart.

"Including me." Chen Jingyuan said softly, his eyes oozing with sadness, and comforted her, "Your boss is a human being, not a beast."

The girl nodded in agreement.

This seems to be the case.

After a few seconds, she asked again: "Can I always trust Mr. Chen?"

Drinking makes people brave.

She was determined to get to the bottom of this tonight.

Chen Jingyuan indulged her without showing any displeasure. Instead, he chuckled, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Now I ask you, should I send you home or to a hotel?"

Come back home.

Thinking of this, Liang Weining pouted and said aggrievedly: "What should I do? I forgot to bring my keys again. Zhenzhen will definitely be angry."

"..."

Chen Jingyuan looked away without saying a word and told the driver: "Go to the hotel."

　Mr. Chen, please remember your words. You are a human being, not an animal.

　　Later, on the nth day of not being a human being...

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　　The second update is around 8pm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)