Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 18

When Ji Yun came to pick up Xue Funian, it was already dinner time. Xue Funian stood up, gave a slight nod toward Cheng Jirui, then placed her hand into Ji Yun’s outstretched one and followed her into the car.

All the way, both of them were quiet. Ji Yun glanced sideways at Xue Funian, just in time to see her brows knitted together, fatigue written all over her features.

This was the first time Ji Yun had let Xue Funian handle a serious business talk. She hadn’t expected much from the start—she just wanted to give Funian the chance to go out, see more, and interact with people.

After all, Xue Funian rarely dealt with such people or matters, and she didn’t know much. So Ji Yun would patiently explain things, letting her slowly understand more.

As for Cheng Jirui: first, he himself wanted to meet Xue Funian; second, Ji Yun wasn’t worried he could really do anything to Funian; third, Ji Yun didn’t really care whether he signed with her—wasn’t there already someone of her own?

Ji Yun turned to look at Xue Funian and smiled.
“I made honey-spicy chicken wings. Once we pop them in the oven, they’ll be ready to eat. First time trying it—want to taste your sister’s cooking?”

Her tone carried a hint of coaxing, dripping with indulgence.

Xue Funian still kept her head lowered, not saying a word. She only gave a faint nod to show she understood, then turned her face to the side. The hot wind from outside blew against her cheeks, making them flush an even deeper red.

“Actually, Ah Nian… you still have your sister. If you can’t manage the negotiations, just let me handle it.”

Ji Yun said this with confidence. Every word was articulated clearly, but there was still a trace of uncertainty in her tone. After all, she worried about what was going on in Funian’s heart.

She was afraid that one careless move might wound Funian’s fragile feelings, and then her guilt would be immeasurable.

But even so, Xue Funian said nothing. Ji Yun grew even more flustered, her hands trembling on the steering wheel. If her old driving instructor could see her now, he’d probably scold her back to life.

“Ah… Ah Nian… really, you don’t need to dwell on this,” Ji Yun said, though she quickly ran out of words. “Honestly, your sister’s strong enough to smooth over everything—just leave it to me. You…”

She trailed off, stuck on the word “you” for a long while, unable to finish.

By the time they got out of the car, Ji Yun carefully helped Funian down, then guided her into the elevator. In the hot, cramped space, Ji Yun replayed the day in her mind seven or eight times, concluding she had been too ruthless, throwing Funian straight into the hands of such a formidable figure.

Next time she saw Cheng Jirui, she swore she’d strip a layer of his skin off.

Their dog was waiting obediently by the door. The moment it saw the two of them return, it wagged its tail wildly.

Ji Yun quickly settled Funian into a seat before heading into the kitchen to put the chicken wings into the oven. During the whole ride home, Funian hadn’t exchanged a single word with her—scaring Ji Yun half to death, her stomach all twisted up with worry, wishing she could unravel Funian’s thoughts completely.

“Ah Nian, dinner’s ready.”

Finally, something to break the awkward silence. For once, Ji Yun thanked the heavens she knew how to cook—otherwise, who knew how long that suffocating mood would’ve lasted.

But just as Ji Yun placed the food on the table, Xue Funian handed her the signed contract. Ji Yun’s hands shook so badly she nearly dropped it into the dishes. If that happened, Funian probably wouldn’t even want to eat dinner anymore.

She wanted to chop her hands off. Why had she given Funian that contract in the first place? She hadn’t expected much—yet she still handed it over so casually.

Now look what happened. If only she could crawl back into her mother’s womb and start over.

When Ji Yun took the contract, her hands trembled. Her eyes, betraying her, darted across the page—straight onto Cheng Jirui’s bold signature. Shocked, the contract nearly slipped again, though she managed to snatch it back just in time.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, she looked up and saw Xue Funian carefully lifting her bowl and chopsticks, reaching toward the nearest dish.

And at the corner of her lips, a faint smile played—a smile that stabbed Ji Yun straight in the chest.

Ji Yun casually set the contract aside, pulled out the chair next to Funian, and sat down. Resting her arm along the back of Funian’s chair, she gave her a teasing look.

“Ah Nian, are you messing with me? Provoking me?”

But Funian ignored her, focused on eating the chicken wing she had worked hard to pick up.

“Sit across from me, sister.”

Funian lifted her chin slightly, tilting her head toward the opposite seat with a hint of haughtiness. The sight made Ji Yun itch to pinch her cheeks.

Ji Yun only huffed.
“This is my home—I’ll sit wherever I like!”

“Mm, sister’s the boss.”

Ji Yun froze. She hadn’t expected that from Funian—just a moment ago she’d been all arrogance, and now she was suddenly obedient. It nearly made Ji Yun’s jaw drop.

“Come on, eat before it gets cold. How’s my cooking?” Ji Yun leaned in, waiting for her praise.

“It’s delicious. Much better than the first time I tried your sweet-and-sour ribs.” Funian spoke while picking another wing and extending it toward Ji Yun.

Startled, Ji Yun quickly held out her bowl, accepting the piece Funian offered. She took a bite and nodded in approval. “Not bad at all.”

“And what about me?” Funian looked up at her. Because of the chicken wings, the corners of her lips were smeared with sticky brown sauce. Her long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings—so pretty, so endearing, almost unbearably cute.

Ji Yun stared at her for a moment, then picked up another wing and dropped it into Funian’s bowl. Smiling, she said, “You greedy little kitten, you’re adorable.” She even reached out with a finger to gently wipe the sauce from Funian’s lips.

Funian discreetly pursed her mouth, lowered her head, and went back to gnawing her wing.

Of course Ji Yun knew what Funian really meant. This girl had been acting sullen all the way home, but in truth her heart was bursting with joy—leaving Ji Yun needlessly fretting.

Then, back at home, she casually handed over the signed contract, only to bow her head quietly at dinner.

Ji Yun wanted credit for her cooking skills today, but Funian wanted recognition too. After all, this was her first time ever properly “facing” someone and seeing them sign a contract in front of her.

She didn’t care how much of that was due to goodwill or favors.

Watching Funian nibble her chicken wing again, brows slowly furrowing, Ji Yun suddenly burst out laughing.

“Ah Nian, my sweet little darling, how can you be this cute?” she teased, reaching out to poke her while Funian was too slow to react.