This wasn't the first time Shen Zhiyi had rejected him; Meng Qiming had been mentally prepared for it. He tried to steer the conversation elsewhere with a smile, but Shen Zhiyi didn't give him a chance to beat around the bush.
"Sorry, I really don't have any feelings for you, I don't want this relationship to become a bother."
The smile on Meng Qiming's face gradually faded, turning bitter, "Do I really not have even a slight chance?"
He too was once a favored son of heaven, never before rejected so repeatedly by someone.
Shen Zhiyi gently shook her head.
After a long while, Meng Qiming stood up, "Alright, I understand. Don't worry, I won't pester you anymore."
His smile was forced, "But we can still be friends, and it's an honor to have you as a spokesperson for CN. Today is my birthday, so hang around for a while before you leave."
He needed time to process his emotions and walked toward the bar on his own.
