Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 10

“What happened to your eyes?” Cheng Jirui sat down in front of Xue Funian, tilting his head to take a closer look.

When they were children, the first thing that caught his eye upon opening the door was always Funian’s gaze—eyes filled with countless sparkling stars, dazzlingly beautiful.

Only after shifting his gaze would he notice the rest of her: a little face still round with baby fat, bright eyes, lips pressed together in a shy smile.

Though they were neighbors, Funian rarely went out and never played with the kids in the area, so Jirui seldom saw her, let alone interacted with her.

They only came into contact more during university, when Funian was in the same school and major—though two years his junior, his underclassman. At that time, because of college matters, their counselor often sent Funian to contact him. That was probably the extent of their communication back then.

The first time he saw her again, Jirui froze for a moment. He remembered those eyes, and smilingly greeted her.

Funian’s eyes curved into crescents as she smiled, just like the moon—very pretty.

But now, although her face was still lovely, her temperament gentle, her voice soft, the one thing that had changed were those eyes. They no longer glowed the way they once had.

They were empty, devoid of light, reflecting not even the faintest shadow.

Funian smiled, took a sip of coffee, and said, “My eyes were injured in a car accident not long ago.”

News about the Xue family’s car crash—everyone dead except for the only daughter who survived—was plentiful. In this city, whenever the Xue family appeared, it became news. The difference was that Xue Funian had never stood under the spotlight, and very few knew anything about her.

At most, people knew that with Xue Yu gone, the only daughter inherited everything.

But the fact that she was blind? Almost no one knew, and few cared to ask.

Jirui looked at her, wanting to say something, but the words never left his lips. He could only stare blankly at her.

It was Funian who broke the silence: “I heard from my father that after graduation, you took over your family’s company. How’s that going?”

Jirui raised his head, staring deeply at her.

Unlike before—when he rarely studied her so carefully—now, because she could not see him, he allowed himself to observe every slight expression on her face.

“Not bad. At first, I didn’t understand a thing, had to learn from my father for a long while. Now I can finally say the company’s really in my hands.” He smiled faintly.

Funian nodded, saying nothing more.

“Why are you sitting here alone?” Jirui then remembered that in her condition, she shouldn’t be left by herself.

“I’m waiting for Sister Yun. She went to handle some work, she’ll be back soon.”

“Sister Yun?” Jirui frowned. “Who’s looking after you these days? Like this… are you really managing?”

“No need to worry. I live with Sister Yun now, she takes very good care of me.” Funian added, “Ji Yun—she’s the general manager of ‘Jiangyan’ now.”

At the mention of Ji Yun’s name, Jirui smiled. “Ah, her name comes up often in our circle.”

Funian perked up with curiosity. She set her cup down gently on the wooden table, the dull sound echoing slightly, then lifted her head toward Jirui, her empty eyes seeming to look at him.

“What do they say?”

“Some things you’d like to hear. Some things you wouldn’t.”

He stopped there, glancing at her and noticing the faint crease of her brows.

“Maybe we’re not talking about the same person,” Funian thought aloud, nodding as if reassuring herself. “Sister is very capable, that can’t be denied, but she’s definitely not a bad person.”

Jirui didn’t respond, and silence returned. Funian didn’t know how to continue either.

When Ji Yun finally arrived, Funian could hear her breathing hard. She quickly pushed her coffee toward her. “Don’t rush, Sister. Take it slow.”

Ji Yun took the cup without hesitation, not minding that Funian had already drunk from it, and gulped down two big sips. “How could I not be anxious? Leaving you alone here, I couldn’t rest easy.” Only then did she notice Jirui sitting there.

She put the cup down, arched a brow, and said, “Didn’t expect to see President Cheng here.”

“Mm. Saw Funian sitting alone, felt uneasy, so I stayed with her until you came.” Jirui nodded politely but without formality.

“Thank you.” Ji Yun turned to Funian. “Anian, ready to head home?”

Funian nodded and naturally reached out her hand. Ji Yun smiled, held it firmly, and guided her out of the café, into the car, and on the way home.

“How did you run into Cheng Jirui?” Ji Yun muttered softly, almost to herself, but Funian caught it and smiled. “He hinted that you weren’t a good person.”

Ji Yun gave a wry nod. “I never claimed to be good. But…” she leaned a little closer toward her, “selling out your senior like that—was that really okay?”

“You knew?”

“Which school, which program—of course I knew. And you told me your own school and program not long ago. One look and I could guess you two knew each other. He’s older, so naturally your senior.”

Listening to Ji Yun analyze it so lightly, Funian chuckled. “Because I know he was wrong.”

Ji Yun’s heart warmed, though she grew serious again. “Still, don’t dismiss him completely. He was only worried you’d be tricked by me, that’s why he warned you.”

Funian tilted her head toward the car window. The window was cracked open, and the wind rushed in, tangling her long hair wildly across her face. She didn’t lift a hand to fix it, just let it blow.

“The ones who’ve always wanted something from me, to take everything I have now—they’re not you, Sister. They’re the ones who come close, pretending to offer warmth.”

Ji Yun glanced sideways, catching her profile, her hair whipping against her face. If she weren’t driving, she’d have wanted to reach over and brush it aside for her.

“Better to trust no one at all,” Ji Yun said with a smile. Funian smiled too, and neither spoke again for the rest of the ride.

When they got home, Ji Yun carefully helped her out of the car. As they stepped inside, the dog bounded straight at Ji Yun.

She bent down and kissed it. “At least you’re good—didn’t jump on Anian.”

Funian laughed, patting the dog’s head, and it nuzzled into her palm affectionately.

“Anian, come on, let me help you bathe. You’ve worked up a sweat.”

Funian froze at those words.

Author’s Note:
Year-end is crazy, I’m busy like a dog. Thank you, dears, for leaving me messages despite your own busy schedules. Even if I don’t reply, I read them all carefully. And really—cutting fingernails? Can you all get any dirtier?

I’ve been so swamped updates slipped a little. My other project will be finished in the next couple days. Thank you all for the support and love, muah muah!

Next chapter will be the bathroom play—aren’t you looking forward to it? Hahahahaha!