Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 2

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xue Funian turned her head to “look” at Ji Yun. As she tilted her head, her long hair slipped gently off her shoulder and fell across her chest.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, just enough for Ji Yun to see Funian’s beautiful profile. In the glow of the sun, her face seemed soft and warm.

“I bought some vegetables and meat. What would you like to eat? I’ll cook for you.” Ji Yun’s restless heart calmed the moment she saw Funian. She stared blankly at her for a moment before finally speaking.

As she spoke, she turned and opened the bags in her hands, unpacking them one by one into the refrigerator.

Hearing Ji Yun’s voice, Xue Funian’s tightly pressed lips relaxed slightly. Then she lifted the corners of her lips in a smile.
“You decide, jie. I’m not picky.”

While tidying up, Ji Yun raised her brows slightly. In these times, girls who weren’t picky eaters were rare—and for a pampered young lady like Xue Funian, even rarer.

Ji Yun took out some snacks she had bought, walked over, and shoved them into Funian’s hands.
“I downloaded some dramas for you. Why not listen to them?”

Funian accepted what was handed to her, running her fingers over the jagged opening until the sharp edge pricked her fingertip. When she shook it lightly and heard the sound inside, she smiled.
“You don’t have to buy me these, jie. I don’t eat much.”

Ji Yun didn’t bother to argue whether those words were sincere or just polite. After all, they hadn’t known each other long. And since Funian still held company shares that everyone coveted, any kindness toward her could easily be mistaken as ulterior motives.

So, when Funian spoke such polite words, Ji Yun didn’t quibble.

She picked up the headphones from the table, pushed aside the stack of books, and then sat down. Gently, she brushed aside Funian’s hair, tucked it behind her ear, and carefully placed the earphones in.

Every move was done so tenderly that Funian, though initially unsure of what she was doing, felt a warm hand brushing her ear, and her earlobe turned faintly red.

She was about to speak, but the moment music filled her ears, her words slipped away.

It was soft, gentle music. Ji Yun thought perhaps Funian didn’t care for stories, so music would be better—at least it would keep her from dwelling endlessly on things.

When Ji Yun saw the guarded expression on Funian’s face ease, she leaned close and whispered at her ear, “Rest for a bit, I’ll make dinner.”

Her warm breath brushed against Funian’s ear, and the fading flush returned, climbing to the tips of her ears.

Ji Yun got up and went into the kitchen to cook something nice, but after looking around, she realized she only knew how to make simple stir-fries. Anything more complicated was beyond her.

So, barefoot, she ran back to Funian’s side, picked up the tablet nearby, and gave an embarrassed little smile. Funian tilted her head up toward her and smiled back.

That was when Ji Yun remembered—Funian couldn’t see. She reached out to pat her head, then turned and hurried back to the kitchen.

She set the tablet up and pulled up a recipe video. The first was mushroom chicken congee. She chopped the chicken br3ast as shown, following each step of the video carefully, soon sweating profusely despite the air conditioning.

Meanwhile, sitting nearby with her music, Funian smiled faintly at the sounds from the kitchen. She slowly set aside her things, stood up, and carefully made her way toward Ji Yun.

Focused entirely on the ingredients, Ji Yun didn’t notice Funian stumbling her way into the kitchen until she suddenly appeared, leaning with a smile.

Startled, Ji Yun quickly put down her knife and rushed over.
“Why did you come here? Weren’t you sitting over there?”

Funian only smiled.
“Jie, are you making mushroom chicken congee?”

Ji Yun glanced at the video still playing and laughed sheepishly.
“I don’t usually cook these things. I just do simple stir-fries. To make this I have to rely on the mighty internet.”

That made Funian laugh.
“Besides congee, what else are you planning?”

“Uh… sweet and sour pork, cold okra salad, and angelica chicken soup?”

But looking at the counter, she hadn’t really started much—just chopped a few mushrooms. At this rate, they’d be waiting a long time for dinner.

“Forget it. Maybe we should just order takeout.”

“No, jie. First wash the chicken, angelica, and goji berries. Smash some ginger, then put everything into a clay pot with water. Bring it to a boil.”

As Funian instructed, Ji Yun immediately followed.
“Then slice the mushrooms and dice the chicken br3ast. Marinate the chicken with a little cooking wine, salt, pepper, and cornstarch slurry.”

“When the rice is washed, add it to the pot with ginger shreds and water, and bring it to a boil. While the soup and porridge are cooking, prepare the pork—cut it into strips, season with cooking wine, soy sauce, salt, and vinegar, then marinate for half an hour.”

Though Ji Yun wasn’t experienced in the kitchen, her knife skills were impressive—years of helping her mother chop vegetables had left her with clean, precise cuts.

When all the prep was done, Ji Yun looked at Funian, exhausted but excited.
“Anian, you’re amazing.”

Funian smiled.
“I learned from my mom.”

At that, she fell silent, standing quietly to the side. Though her eyes could no longer see, her other senses had grown sharper. She could tell from the rhythm of Ji Yun’s chopping that her knife work was excellent, but everything else—pure chaos.

Mentioning her mother made Ji Yun hesitate. After all, it had been a car accident that took Funian’s parents—and her sight.

“Anian, let’s go to the hospital again soon, okay?” Ji Yun said gently. Not because she minded taking care of her, but because she hurt for her.

Other executives might see Funian’s blindness as weakness to exploit. But Ji Yun thought otherwise. She was too young, too beautiful—she deserved a beautiful life. She shouldn’t have to bear such scars.

Funian froze at the words, then nodded.
“We should. But if nothing can be done… just find me a reliable caretaker, jie. I can’t trouble you forever.”

“What nonsense! I don’t want your eyes healed because I think you’re a burden. I want them healed because you deserve the best!” Ji Yun snapped angrily, her tone startling Funian into silence.

When she realized Ji Yun was truly upset, Funian gave a small smile and deliberately changed the subject.

“The soup’s boiling now—lower the heat and let it simmer. Do the same with the congee. When it thickens, add the marinated chicken and mushrooms, salt, and a little sugar to enhance the flavor. Once the chicken’s cooked, turn off the heat and sprinkle in chopped scallions.”

She smiled as she finished.
“While the congee simmers, you can make the sweet and sour pork.”

Ji Yun looked at the girl standing across from her, lips curved in a bright smile, sunlight gilding her figure in gold.

Funian’s voice was crisp and clear, unlike the cloying sweetness of other girls. It was refreshing, comforting.

Two hours later, with Funian’s guidance, Ji Yun had miraculously put together a full spread. She tried a bite and was shocked it actually tasted good.

She looked up at Funian, gave a thumbs up, then quickly remembered she couldn’t see. Laughing, she said aloud, “It’s delicious.”

She ladled congee into a bowl and carefully guided Funian’s hand to it, then lifted her right hand to the spoon.
“If you can’t manage on your own, I’ll help. Just call me.”

Her voice was soft—she knew Funian’s pride wouldn’t allow her to ask for help easily. She had already learned that beneath Funian’s gentle exterior lay quiet stubbornness.

Funian fumbled for the spoon and smiled.
“I can do it.”

Ji Yun sighed quietly. She had expected this.

She didn’t insist further, only kept adding dishes into Funian’s bowl, chatting about what to buy tomorrow.

Funian ate slowly, carefully, like a little kitten nibbling its food—endearing beyond words.

Ji Yun watched her quietly, noticing how her complexion had already improved in recent days. She had been contacting doctors endlessly, desperate to help her recover.

The thought ached in her chest. She stood, fetched a bowl of hot chicken soup, and placed it gently at Funian’s right hand.

The bowl clinked against the table. Funian raised her head.

“This is hot chicken soup. Don’t touch it yet—wait for it to cool.”

Funian nodded, continuing her porridge quietly.

“Anian,” Ji Yun finally couldn’t hold back, “in a few days… let me take you to see Uncle Xue.”

Funian had never spoken of it—after learning her parents were gone, she refused to acknowledge it, perhaps still unable to believe.

Ji Yun’s words struck her like a blow. She suddenly lifted her head, hand trembling, spilling her porridge. In reaching to clean it up, she blindly knocked over the hot soup beside her.

The steaming broth splashed red across the back of her hand, then spilled all over her clothes.

With a sharp gasp, she was instantly pulled into the bathroom by Ji Yun’s warm hands.