Chapter 91 - 91: Not Interested

Translator: _Min_

In Zhou Ci’s mind, a notion had begun to form, though he was hesitant to believe it. To him, Gu Dai had always been the image of a lonely girl. However, the striking resemblance she bore made it hard for him to disregard his suspicions.

Lost in his thoughts, Zhou Ci blurted out, “Why are you here paying respects to the founder of the Gu Group? What’s your relation to them?” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Gu Dai, with her arms folded and an indifferent expression, replied, “Haven’t you already guessed?”

It had to be admitted that Zhou Ci was a bit sharper than Song Ling.

Nevertheless, it took him a moment to fully process the revelation coming straight from Gu Dai’s mouth. Staring in disbelief, he said, “You’re really the Gu family’s young lady!”

Meng Zhi, looking somewhat disdainful, cast a glance at Zhou Ci, as if looking at an idiot, then gently advised Gu Dai, “Daidai, don’t associate with men like him, understand?”

Gu Dai nodded, replying, “Don’t worry, 1 understand.”

Even without Meng Zhi’s reminder, Gu Dai wouldn’t have mingled much with Zhou Ci. Men who were smooth talkers and frequent visitors to clubs were not her type.

Moreover, knowing that Zhou Ci was a close friend of Song Ling, she was even more reluctant to be around him.

After he heard their conversation, Zhou Ci’s hairs all stood up, as he quickly interjected with a forced smile, “Miss Gu, or rather, Chairwoman Gu, we’ve known each other for years. Don’t be so distant. By the way, have you eaten? Would 1 have the honor of inviting you to dinner?”

Rumors about Miss Gu were widespread. Zhou Ci had heard more than once from his parents about her influence, and with the recent surge in the Gu family’s stock value, he believed that if he could facilitate cooperation between the Meng and Gu families, not only would his parents view him favorably, but his position in the company would also improve.

With that in mind, Zhou Ci enthusiastically continued, “I also heard you enjoy art. There’s a master artist currently hosting an exhibition in the capital. I happen to have two tickets. Would you be interested in going with me?”

Initially, Zhou Ci had planned to take an actress who recently rose-to-fame to the exhibition, but with the presence of someone as significant as Gu Dai, the actress was now secondary.

Meng Zhi’s gaze grew colder, clearly not pleased with Zhou Ci’s audacious invitation towards his sister.

Unfazed by Meng Zhi’s piercing stare, even though it was so deadly that it could probably kill him several times over, Zhou Ci continued to fix his gaze on Gu Dai, “Even if you’re not interested in the above offers, you can choose a destination. Whether it’s to the ends of the earth, I’m willing to accompany you.”

However, Gu Dai, not even sparing him a glance, coldly responded, “Any scenario where 1 see you isn’t of interest to me.”

Zhou Ci was taken aback.

How did the post-amnesia Gu Dai, who used to be so easily influenced, become so indifferent after regaining her memory?

Originally, Zhou Ci had entertained the thought of playing matchmaker between Song Ling and Gu Dai if Song Ling ever regretted his choices. But seeing Miss Gu’s temperament now, Zhou Ci could only conclude without surprise that Song Ling likely had no chance in this lifetime.

After Gu Dai spoke, she turned her attention to Meng Zhi, speaking softly, “Third Brother, I’d like some solitude for now. Can you please take him away?”

Without hesitation, Meng Zhi nodded, as he had long been annoyed by Zhou Ci’s presence. Lin Sheng, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward. The two of them each grabbed one of Zhou Ci’s arms and began to drag him away.

As he was being dragged, Zhou Ci called out, still unrelenting, “Daidai, you can’t be this heartless! We might not have been close before, but our bond can still grow…”

Lin Sheng, unable to tolerate Zhou Ci’s continued shouting, covered his mouth.

Muffled sounds escaped Zhou Ci’s mouth as he was pulled away.

After Zhou Ci had left, the area around Gu Dai returned to silence. She silently began to sweep the fallen leaves from the front of the tombstone. She then took out three sticks of incense, her eyes filled with sorrow. After bowing three times in front of the tombstone, she stood silently.

Upon entering the graveyard, Song Ling witnessed this scene. Piecing together the information he had, he finally confirmed the suspicion he had initially found so hard to believe..