Ou Mucen was still sprinting, and he didn’t pay attention to what was behind him.
However, at this time, the sunlight on the overpass was exceptionally bright. As he turned the corner, a strand of golden light fell directly on the rearview mirror beside his car window, and suddenly, a very dazzling ray of light refracted and shot straight into his field of vision.
He was already in a bad mood, and this piercing light only worsened his mood.
He cursed fiercely, reached out for the door lock, and prepared to roll up the car window he had just opened.
It was at this moment that he glanced at the mirror next to him, and finally, in that dazzling mirror, he saw the figure behind him that was getting farther and farther away.
That was the figure he had seen when he had opened the car door to throw out the cigarette butt and cursed as "psychopath."
But now, she was strangely not trying to flag down a car anymore. Instead, she just carried her suitcase, turned around, and stared straight in his direction, without moving an inch!
He glanced quickly, cursed once more, rolled down the window, and fled.
Ye Ning stood there for a very long time, until that Ferrari eventually disappeared from her sight, then she turned around woodenly and stared blankly ahead.
She was actually going back to the exhibition, but her car had broken down halfway, and she had no choice but to get out on the overpass.
Hadn’t he just seen her?
He should have, they were so close to his car, how could he have not seen her?
So why did he ignore her?
Was it because he really had no more interest in seeing her?
She remembered his coldness and strangeness when he had left last night.
And that sentence, which until now made her go pale.
He said, "An Ning, if I help you, I hope a car runs me over!"
Yes, he had said such a thing, so how could he possibly want to see her?
The hand holding her suitcase finally drooped down powerlessly, her head raised in a daze as she looked at the cars that were speeding fast on the overpass. Her legs gave out, and she squatted right there.
It hurt so much in her chest!
As she squatted there hugging her knees, a yellow Accord sedan abruptly came to a stop in front of her on the highway where she had been waving but hardly got any stops before.
"Young lady, why are you all alone here? It’s very dangerous,"
said a man who looked to be in his forties. He seemed very concerned when he saw her alone on the overpass.
The man spoke in Japanese, which Ye Ning couldn’t understand a word of, but she clearly saw the kindness in his face.
So she immediately stood up from the ground, took her suitcase, and stepped back, "Uncle, I was on my way to Tokyo City in a taxi, but it broke down on the road, and the driver told me to flag down another ride here."
Her fluent English revealed nothing of her origins.
The middle-aged man chuckled, "I see. Well, you can ride with me; I’m just heading to the city center."
After saying that, he got out to help her put her suitcase in the trunk of his car.
Seeing this, Ye Ning, despite still feeling a sense of loss, was somewhat relieved to know she could finally return to the city. A huge weight seemed to lift off her shoulders.
Never mind all that, better just to head back first.
Maybe after getting back, she could go look for Secretary Gao first.
Thus, she pulled the car door open, ready to get in.
But just at that moment, on this very overpass, the roaring sound of a sports car’s engine suddenly came from the opposite direction.
The middle-aged man stood dumbfounded, frozen on the spot!