The answer, of course, is that he noticed.
Yet his pretense of not noticing clearly shows heās hit it off with Qu Leqi.
Nian Shen, canāt you change your target?
Choosing a woman with such low morals drags down your own reputation as well.
Nian Shen has already got into the car, making it impossible for Heather to find a time to approach him.
She wants to quickly retrieve her belongings.
Nian Shenās car has already driven away, Heather ran to the roadside, looking around, pondering what to do next, when suddenly a car stopped beside her, and a hand rested on her shoulder.
As a reflex, Heather grabbed the hand on her shoulder and twisted it forcefully in the opposite direction, employing a martial arts move.
The man immediately started screaming in pain: "Ahh... it hurts..."
The man, in pain, adjusted his position to alleviate the pain caused by the direction Heather was twisting his hand.
Heather recognized the manās voice as familiar, and upon seeing his Ducati, she immediately understood, quickly letting go of his hand and coldly warned, "Donāt sneak up on me again, I wonāt be responsible if I break your hand next time."
"Itās almost broken already... Ow... Itās killing me..." Mo Jun Tian said as he rubbed his other hand, "Besides, I wasnāt sneaking up on you. Why would I? I just saw you here and wanted to say hi."
"Next time make yourself heard," Heatherās gaze still fixed on the direction of Nian Shenās departing car, "Iām quite sensitive to strangers."
Mo Jun Tian suddenly looked up: "So, youāre saying Iām not a stranger then?"
"Think whatever you want," said Heather as she suddenly remembered something and turned back to look at his bike, "Could I borrow your bike again?"
"Looks like youāre after someone?" Mo Jun Tian observed her and tossed her a safety helmet, "Get on, Iāll take you."
Heather wasnāt one to be coy; she directly put on the helmet and sat behind Mo Jun Tian.
"Hold tight."
...
"Remember that car, follow it, donāt lose it," Heather pointed ahead.
"Whoās in that car? What are you chasing it for?"
"Your sexy goddess, Qu Leqi."
"Ah, Iām inadvertently being represented? What kind of sexy goddess is Qu Leqi? Thereās only one goddess in my heart, but sadly..."
"Sadly?"
"She died."
"Oh..." Heather was startled and expressed her condolences with a hint of astonishment, "Iām really sorry to hear that."
"It was so sudden, a perfectly healthy person gone just like that. I should have been there for her, to tell her, no matter how many people in the world hate you, Iād stand by your side. That way... she wouldnāt have despaired to the point of taking her own life."
Heather, not dwelling on it or keen on hearing his story about his goddess, patted his shoulder comforting him: "Tell her in the next life."
"Manman..." Mo Jun Tian was still in his emotions.
Heather suddenly turned around, looking at the back of his head: "Who did you say?"
"Xiao Man, sheās so famous, surely you know her?"
Ah, oh...
Heatherās mouth twitched a few times.
Know her, how could she not know her.
If she told him that Xiao Man was sitting right behind him, would he be so scared that heād crash?
...
Yi Yang looked in the rearview mirror repeatedly and said to Nian Shen, "Mr. Nian, behind usā"