Seemingly noticing Wen Mo's expression, Jiang Meng's smile deepened, but it changed from a charming smile to a normal, casual one.

Her messy hair was tied together with a hair tie, revealing a pretty and clean face. It was hard to imagine that such a girl would engage in stalking behavior.

"Ah, don't misunderstand, that gloomy look I gave just now was an act. After all, when you're doing something like tailing someone, you have to be careful."

"..."

Wenmo didn't know where to begin criticizing her, so he could only listen to her continue her performance.

Jiang Meng stretched and looked at him. "The president is here to reject me, right?"

“Right… Hmm? You knew I would refuse, yet you still asked to meet me?” Wen Mo asked in surprise, instinctively taking a step back.

"After all, according to the chairman's description, I am a stalker, so of course I know who is around the chairman."

Jiang Meng stretched, her infatuation vanished, and when she came to her senses, she had transformed into a normal, pretty young girl.

"I remember perfectly well that there's an even cuter girl by the president's side." She winked playfully, her tone beaming with a smile.

"...Then why did you write love letters, even though you knew it wouldn't lead to anything?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Meng shrugged, not feeling at all that what she had done was meaningless, and simply looked up at the clear white sky.

"It's precisely because I know it will fail that I'm even more eager to try, just in case I succeed." She turned around, grinning and sticking out her tongue, then stood up, patted her trouser leg, and pointed at Wen Mo's face. "With such a beautiful girl by my side, I really have to cherish her!"

To be honest, she felt much relieved when she was rejected. Perhaps it was then that she realized that her feelings for Wen Mo weren't that deep.

“That girl…” Wen Mo pursed his lips, about to explain that Xia Lian was his cousin, but he swallowed back what he wanted to say. After thinking for a few seconds, he raised a confident smile, “I will cherish that girl, I definitely will.”

Hearing this, Jiang Meng nodded approvingly, picked up her bag, straightened her clothes, turned around and waved with a smile, "Then I'll be going. I'm very happy to have spoken with the president today!"

Wen Mo nodded, watching her departing figure, feeling much more at ease. He couldn't quite describe his feelings until the very end. Perhaps he felt relaxed, perhaps he felt relieved, and in the end, he didn't know why, but he just started laughing to himself.

"baffling."

He smiled, shrugged, and turned to leave.

The bench remained in its original spot, as if nothing had happened.