Extreme Pampering
Chapter 119: You’ve Been Drugged.

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: You’ve Been Drugged.

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.

Before long, a friend who noticed his unusual demeanor came over—it was the long-haired man they jokingly called "the painter."

"What’s with that look on your face?" the painter asked as he ordered a drink, guessing the reason, "Was it her who rejected you?"

Previously at a small gathering, Meng Qiming had mentioned to him that he was pursuing a woman who did not like him and had rejected him several times.

Now, it seemed that Miss Shen had rejected him again.

Meng Qiming took a sip of his drink, his expression downcast, despondent, "This time it’s completely over."

He had actually had a premonition.

"What do you like about her?" the painter asked nonchalantly, "Her face or her physique?"

"Don’t speak like that," Meng Qiming sighed, "I really like her, I even thought about marriage. You know? I even bought a house for our future home."

"...You really are," the painter was somewhat surprised, not expecting him to be so serious. He thought for a moment, seemingly pensive, "It’s not completely hopeless."

She was a public figure, and public figures are easy to manipulate. For the sake of his friend’s happiness, he didn’t mind playing the villain.

Engulfed in his dejection, Meng Qiming didn’t catch his words and drained his glass in one gulp.

All the guests at the gathering were Meng Qiming’s close friends, from various circles. Shen Zhiyi sat quietly for a while, intending to greet Meng Qiming before leaving, but couldn’t find him anywhere.

"Miss Shen,"

She turned around and saw the long-haired man who had greeted her first, nodding politely, "Hello."

The painter said with a smile, "I heard you are still filming. Meng Shu’s movies are tough to shoot, you must be tired, right?"

"It’s manageable," Shen Zhiyi could tell he was quite close to Meng Qiming.

"It’s better to see once than to hear a hundred times. Miss Shen, you don’t look as good on screen as you do in person," the painter handed her a beautifully mixed cocktail, a lovely smoky purple, "A toast to you, now that we know each other."

Politely accepting the cocktail, Shen Zhiyi didn’t drink, "I’m sorry, I have to shoot early tomorrow morning, I won’t be drinking."

"Oh?" the painter was surprised, "Not even a single sip?"

"I’m a light drinker."

"No problem," the painter smiled, "This cocktail is light, just for fun, but it tastes very good. You could try a sip."

Shen Zhiyi still didn’t move, "Sorry."

After watching her for a moment, the painter, seemingly understanding, took the cocktail away, "No problem, then Miss Shen can have juice."

He asked a waiter to bring a glass of juice, "I won’t disturb Miss Shen any longer, but Meng Qiming will be coming over soon, please wait a moment for him."

Hearing him say this, Shen Zhiyi abandoned the thought of leaving right away.

The waiter brought the juice over. Shen Zhiyi had been sitting for a while and was thirsty, but hesitated for a moment and still did not drink it.

She did not want to wait any longer and approached the waiter to ask where Meng Qiming was, intending to let him know she was leaving.

"Mr. Meng is in the lounge inside."

Shen Zhiyi, "Is he drunk?"

The waiter was stunned and slow to respond, "No... he shouldn’t be."

If he had been drunk, there would be no need to specifically tell him that she was leaving, but the waiter’s hesitant attitude made Shen Zhiyi go to the lounge anyway and knock on the door.

"Mr. Meng?"

The door was not fully closed, and it opened with a push. As Shen Zhiyi asked and slowly pushed the door, she had not yet seen clearly inside the room when someone suddenly pushed her from behind and snatched her bag. The moment she stepped through the door, it slammed shut.

She fell to the floor, heard the sound of the door being locked, and immediately realized she had been trapped.

Everyone at the party was a stranger; who would do this to her?

Her phone was in the bag, which had been taken, and Shen Zhiyi walked a few steps inside, trying to find a landline to make a call.

"Zhiyi..."

A soft murmur. Shen Zhiyi tensed up, warily looking over.

Meng Qiming was lying on the bed.

Meng Qiming’s face was flushed and he appeared unrested as he tugged at his collar. Seeing her, he tried to sit up and staggered towards her, "Zhiyi, I—"

"Stay away!"

Seeing him like this, what else was there to misunderstand? Although she did not know who was behind this, the intent was clear.

Shen Zhiyi watched him warily, "Meng Qiming, you’ve been drugged."

"What?" Meng Qiming felt awful and couldn’t think straight, all sounds seemed muffled as if through a membrane, he was groggy and could not understand Shen Zhiyi’s meaning.

"Just stand still," Shen Zhiyi said, wary of his approach, "Do you have a phone on you?"

The landline phone wouldn’t connect.

"No," it took Meng Qiming a while to grasp her meaning. He shook his head confusedly and staggered towards her again, during which he had already torn off his shirt, affected by both alcohol and drugs dulling his senses.

Unable to stop him, Shen Zhiyi rushed ahead into the bathroom and locked the door, pacing anxiously.

She didn’t know when the effects of Meng Qiming’s drugs would wear off. Was she to spend the night here? Worse yet, what if the person who planned all this came in midway? They might even be able to open the bathroom door.

She could only place her hopes on Xiaodong now, hoping she would come up and look for her.

The bathroom door was suddenly knocked on, startling her, "Who is it?"

Meng Qiming leaned against the door, looking pained, "Zhiyi, I feel awful, Zhiyi, can you come out? I want to vomit."

He had drunk a lot that day, was severely intoxicated, and also somewhat allergic to the drug, making his urge to vomit very strong and leaving him almost breathless.

Shen Zhiyi did not trust him, "The door won’t open."

Having no alternative, Meng Qiming began to bang on the room door. Someone softly cracked open the door, saw Shen Zhiyi was not inside, and immediately guessed she must be hiding in the bathroom.

He settled Meng Qiming to one side and tried to open the bathroom door.

The door rattled loudly as it was pulled, Shen Zhiyi’s back pressed against the cold wall, her heart beating furiously.

What should she do?