Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 13

After the sofa at home was replaced, the dog got a harsh scolding from Ji Yun.

The dog lay pitifully in its own little bed, stretching out a paw to scratch at Xue Funian.

Xue Funian couldn’t bear it, so she smiled softly and hugged the dog. The dog drooped its head and didn’t even dare look at Ji Yun’s glaring eyes.

After that, the dog no longer dared to act out—it didn’t approach Ji Yun for affection, but instead became increasingly attached to Xue Funian.

The relationship between Xue Funian and Ji Yun was also quite harmonious.

But that day, Ji Yun received a call from Zhang Shuai, who sounded so anxious he was practically hopping in place.

Ji Yun glanced at Xue Funian, who was playing with the dog, and lowered her voice: “Send me the address, I’ll be there soon.”

After hanging up, Ji Yun prepared the dog’s dinner, called Aunt Bai Qing over, then sat beside Xue Funian: “I have a business engagement tonight, I can’t stay for dinner. I already called Aunt Qing to come over.” While speaking, she checked the text Zhang Shuai had sent. “Will you be okay staying at home by yourself?”

Xue Funian nodded. “Sister, if you’re busy, go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

Ji Yun gave her a long look, patted her head, then hurried back to the bedroom to change clothes. When she came out, she looked at the dog: “Take care of your mom. When I get back, I’ll buy you meat.”

The dog’s eyes lit up immediately and it barked twice in reply. Ji Yun nodded, then left.

Zhang Shuai was already waiting outside with the car. He handed over the keys with a bitter smile: “President Cheng suddenly said the previous contract can’t be signed and wants to discuss it with you directly. I…”

“It’s fine, I understand. You go deal with your own tasks, I’ll handle this myself.” Ji Yun shut the door, fastened her seatbelt, and drove off, leaving Zhang Shuai dumbfounded on the curb.

“Why didn’t she at least give me a ride…” Zhang Shuai muttered, dispirited.

Meanwhile, Ji Yun’s brows hadn’t relaxed once. She had met Cheng Jirui a few times before—not just the accidental encounter when picking up Xue Funian, but also in prior business dealings. Signing, however, had been left to Zhang Shuai.

Ever since that meeting with Xue Funian, Ji Yun knew this was trouble she couldn’t avoid. Still, she hadn’t expected that man to suddenly refuse to sign.

Which meant she’d have to run circles around him again.

When Ji Yun finally saw Cheng Jirui, she immediately realized this wasn’t going to be easy.

As soon as she arrived, Cheng pushed a glass of wine toward her and smiled: “Manager Ji, you’re late.”

Ji Yun wanted nothing more than to dump the entire glass over his head. Late? The agreed time hadn’t even arrived yet!

Annoyed as she was, Ji Yun still picked up the glass, downed it in one gulp, and smiled back: “Apologies—traffic jam.”

The two of them circled each other with empty politeness, avoiding the actual topic.

But three glasses in, even Cheng was surprised. In this industry, it was normal to pressure someone into drinking, but Ji Yun didn’t refuse at all—smiling, meeting his gaze head-on, and drinking without hesitation. Cheng had never seen anything like it.

Ordinarily, Ji Yun never drank this much. But with Cheng Jirui across from her, she couldn’t show weakness.

After the third glass, she finally smiled. “President Cheng, what’s wrong with the contract?”

Ji Yun narrowed her eyes at him. Cheng raised his head, meeting her gaze directly for the first time. The Ji Yun before him was the same as always—professional suit, high heels. The only difference was that instead of her usual tightly-pinned hair, her long hair now draped over her shoulders, giving her a different sort of allure.

“The contract isn’t the issue. Funian is.”

Ji Yun knew that was the trap, waiting for her to step in. “Funian isn’t the problem—you are, as her senior.”

She didn’t beat around the bush and laid everything bare.

Both were shrewd, high-standing figures. Of course they could see through each other, but Ji Yun was bold enough to just say it out loud.

Cheng hadn’t expected her bluntness. He gave her a long look, scanning her up and down. Still the same self-made, successful career woman, still smiling that unchanged curve of her lips.

“True. But Funian’s living with you. Can you honestly say you haven’t had other thoughts?”

Ji Yun refilled both glasses, smiled, and clinked hers against his with a clear ding.

“If we’re talking about ulterior motives, aren’t you the one having them now, President Cheng?”

“Ji Yun!” Cheng barked, then forced down his temper and emptied his glass. “I’ve been Funian’s neighbor for over a decade, and we were schoolmates. What ‘ulterior motives’ could I have?”

“It’s either for the person, or for the money. Which one are you after?”

Business is war. Cheng had weathered many battles, but this was only the second time he’d been at a loss for words—the first back when he’d just graduated, flustered under questioning. The second, now, facing Ji Yun.

Finally, he said: “I’m after Funian.”

Ji Yun nodded, refilled their glasses, and downed hers in one shot. “Then even more reason not to jeopardize the contract.”

She paused, then smiled again. “I’m working for Rejiang. Which, ultimately, means I’m working for Funian. The biggest beneficiary of this contract is still her. Right now, not just Rejiang, but countless other companies have their eyes on her shares. I only rose up because Chairman Xue valued me, and taking care of Funian is my duty.

“If you truly care for Funian, you shouldn’t come through me. You should speak to her directly. Whether you’re after her as a person or her wealth—Funian knows better than anyone.”

Ji Yun finished in one breath, eyes narrowing as she looked at Cheng, then stood. “Whether you sign the contract or how you choose to express yourself to Funian—you should know best.”

“Oh, and sometimes? Going after the person is far cleverer than going after the money.”

At that, Cheng’s expression darkened. Ji Yun smirked, finding some amusement in it. But once she stepped outside, the night wind hit her, and her head spun from the alcohol. With a helpless sigh, she got into the backseat of the car, rummaged through her bag until she found a business card, and called for a designated driver.

Back at home, Xue Funian was growing frantic. Ji Yun rarely stayed out so late. Aunt Bai Qing had left at eight, and now it was hours later. Calls to Ji Yun weren’t going through. Xue Funian didn’t know what to do.

Just as she was about to dial again, she heard the door open. She jumped up: “Sister?”

“Baby, don’t move—Sister’s back.”

At the sound of her voice, Xue Funian finally relaxed. But then she smelled it: the whole room reeked of alcohol.