As Gu Zhiqi approached, Ling Yuanzhou subconsciously assumed she was going to shamelessly pester him again.
He had already decided in his mind that if Gu Zhiqi shamelessly struck up a conversation with him, he would ignore her.
However, Gu Zhiqi greeted Mo Weiran and didn’t even acknowledge him.
After she sat down beside him, she didn’t speak a word to him, nor did she even glance his way.
Seeing this, Ling Yuanzhou’s brows furrowed even more.
Although Gu Zhiqi sitting next to him was quite annoying, since she wasn’t bothering him, Ling Yuanzhou couldn’t really say anything.
Ling Yuanzhou had thought that even if Gu Zhiqi didn’t talk to him right away, she would eventually become restless, but to his surprise, Gu Zhiqi kept her head down and typed away, showing no intention of speaking to him.
Ling Yuanzhou frowned, could she really have changed her ways?
As soon as the thought arose, his mind flashed back to Mo Weiran’s previous speculation.
With that in mind, Ling Yuanzhou felt everything made sense.
No wonder she could play Song Zihuai and Ling Yun around so skillfully; her tactics were indeed extraordinary.
Upon this realization, Ling Yuanzhou’s dislike for Gu Zhiqi deepened, and he couldn’t sit in his seat a moment longer. Thus, he got up and left.
"Hey, Brother Zhou, where are you going?" Mo Weiran called out to his retreating figure as Ling Yuanzhou suddenly got up.
"Just need some fresh air," Ling Yuanzhou replied coldly, with a hint of irritation.
After hearing his response, Mo Weiran wondered what was going on. Could it be that he found the banquet too noisy and wanted some quiet time outside?
Thinking so, Mo Weiran didn’t get up to follow, and after watching Ling Yuanzhou leave, he immediately turned to look at Gu Zhiqi, only to see that she had no reaction and kept her head down, typing seriously, seemingly oblivious to Ling Yuanzhou’s departure.
Mo Weiran moved to take the seat Ling Yuanzhou had just vacated and leaned in to Gu Zhiqi, whispering, "Miss, did you just see Brother Zhou?"
"No," Gu Zhiqi, who was busy fixing the mental method, didn’t particularly feel like chatting, so she dismissed Mo Weiran with a casual response.
How could she not notice such a big person?
Recalling Gu Zhiqi’s earlier conversation with Lu Xingzhe, Mo Weiran’s eyes dimmed slightly.
He remembered that the Miss had mentioned she had amnesia. Could it be that she didn’t even know who Brother Zhou was?
"That is, Miss, do you know who Ling Yuanzhou is?" Mo Weiran tentatively asked.
"I don’t," Gu Zhiqi replied without really listening to what Mo Weiran had asked, again giving a dismissive answer.
Mo Weiran, upon hearing this, softly clicked his tongue and after a few seconds, chuckled and said, "That’s better."
After saying this, he didn’t speak again.
He liked the current Miss just fine. Now that she didn’t remember or know Ling Yuanzhou, he hoped she never would again.
After all, he truly disliked the Gu Zhiqi from before.
And also, the two of them were unlikely to be together.
Not to mention that the Gu Family’s real daughter had returned and the marriage agreement might change, just the fact that Ling Yuanzhou had a White Moonlight meant he wouldn’t likely fall for Gu Zhiqi, Mo Weiran didn’t wish for Gu Zhiqi to regain her memory.
One reason was that the Miss pestering Ling Yuanzhou was indeed quite annoying, and he preferred the Miss as she was now.
The second reason, as Ling Yuanzhou’s good friend, he also didn’t like someone clinging to Ling Yuanzhou all the time.
Hearing Gu Zhiqi’s voice, Qiao Qingshu, who had been absorbed in reading, finally took her gaze off the book and turned her head to see Gu Zhiqi sitting beside her, "When did you get here?"