Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 30

Fu Nian had already been in the hospital for more than a month. The doctor said she could now continue her recovery at home, only needing to return for regular checkups.

Naturally, Fu Nian was overjoyed. The moment she learned she didn’t have to stay in the hospital anymore, she urged Ji Yun to help pack, and that very day, the two of them moved back.

As soon as they returned, Bai Qing cooked a whole table of delicious dishes for Fu Nian, though every dish was light and mild in flavor.

Because she was finally home, Fu Nian was over the moon, and that night she even ate an extra bowl of rice. Ji Yun was left staring, dumbfounded, before shaking her head with a smile.

“Aunt Qing, your cooking is still the best. When I cook, she never eats a second bowl.”

Fu Nian smiled, dimples faintly appearing on her cheeks.

Ji Yun suddenly wanted to poke them.

And so she did—her finger pressing into Fu Nian’s cheek.

Fu Nian, mid-bite, froze. She tilted her head toward Ji Yun, puzzled.

Ji Yun laughed. “Nothing, I just noticed you have dimples.”

Hearing that, Fu Nian touched her own cheek, tracing where her dimple was. “When I was little, the dimples were really deep. My mom would make me lie flat on her lap, then pour a little water into the dimple and tell me not to move, not to let the water spill.”

Ji Yun couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

“Shouldn’t you be pouring wine in instead?”

Bai Zhi shot Ji Yun a glare—Was that the point? The point was clearly that this was such a quirky, playful mother-daughter pair.

The meal was filled with chatter and laughter, leaving everyone happy.

Fu Nian hadn’t slept in a big bed for a long time. As soon as she returned home, she threw herself on it and rubbed against the sheets. “Home really is better. The hospital just reeks too much.”

Ji Yun watched her fondly without correcting her.

After all, her own home was Fu Nian’s too. In the end, they were family.

Once Ji Yun thought through that, she couldn’t stop wondering how to tell Fu Nian what was in her heart—how to confess that she liked her.

But she was afraid of scaring her.

Same-s3x love wasn’t considered that unusual anymore; many people could accept it. Still, Ji Yun didn’t dare say it, afraid Fu Nian wasn’t one of those people.

She feared that if she confessed, Fu Nian would no longer treat her the same way.

Ji Yun almost laughed at herself. Back then, when she asked Cheng Jirui whether he was after money or after her, she never imagined she herself would one day just want one thing—the person.

Not Fu Nian’s wealth or background—just her.

Watching Fu Nian roll twice across the bed before settling down, leaving space for her, Ji Yun felt her chest soften.

Summer was almost over, the weather cooling. No more air conditioning was needed, and sometimes rain meant Fu Nian needed an extra jacket.

That night, Ji Yun lay down, long arms pulling Fu Nian into her embrace. They’d slept like this countless times—what once felt awkward to Fu Nian had now become natural.

During the hospital days, though the bed was small, Ji Yun always squeezed in beside her. Later, with more late-night phone calls, Ji Yun began sleeping separately so as not to wake Fu Nian.

But Fu Nian knew why, so she didn’t ask.

“Jie, have you been busy lately? You haven’t really rested in days.” Fu Nian tilted her head from Ji Yun’s arms.

For some reason, Fu Nian’s heart had been racing more often, especially around Ji Yun.

It was strange—most people’s hearts quickened when they saw someone beautiful. But Fu Nian couldn’t see. Apart from a fleeting glimpse years ago, she could no longer remember Ji Yun’s face. So this feeling puzzled her even more.

Her pulse sped up, her cheeks flushed whenever Ji Yun said something teasing. She hadn’t been like this before.

Several times she wanted to ask Ji Yun why she was like this, but the words stuck in her throat.

She wanted to help Ji Yun—who wasn’t sleeping or eating well—but being blind, she couldn’t do much.

Ji Yun, eyes closed, held her close and simply said, “I’ll handle it.”

“If you ever need me, Jie, you can tell me,” Fu Nian pressed.

Ji Yun finally looked down, kissed her forehead.

Fu Nian froze completely, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest—but there was no disgust, only warmth.

Seeing her stunned expression, Ji Yun chuckled. “If I ever need help, I won’t hide it from you. Now, go to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

She quickly shut her eyes, afraid to see Fu Nian’s blushing face. Fatigue took her quickly.

But Fu Nian, thrown into chaos by the kiss, lay stiff as a board, listening until Ji Yun’s breathing steadied.

She turned slightly, wishing she could see Ji Yun’s face—not the world, just her. Her smile when happy, her frown when worried.

The thought startled Fu Nian. Isn’t this what people feel when they like someone romantically?

She panicked, trying to move, but Ji Yun instinctively tightened her hold. Like a cocoon, leaving Fu Nian frozen.

When she realized Ji Yun was fully asleep, Fu Nian slowly freed one hand, reaching up to touch Ji Yun’s face.

She explored carefully—her smooth forehead, the short stubble of regrown brows, the long lashes brushing her fingertips, the bridge of her nose, then the softness of her lips.

She could even trace the tiny lines there.

The thought made her giggle quietly.

Ji Yun stirred, face tickled, and caught Fu Nian’s hand, grumbling like a spoiled pet.

Fu Nian bit her lip to stifle her laughter. She’d seen their dog act spoiled, but never Ji Yun.

After pulling back her hand, Fu Nian snuggled closer, wrapping her arm around Ji Yun’s waist and finally drifting off too.

She’s my jie. It’s normal to like her, Fu Nian told herself. Not realizing that not every “close” feeling was like this—that craving for closeness was different.

The next morning, Ji Yun had already gone out when Fu Nian woke.

Fu Nian stood by the window, hand stretched out, feeling the cool drizzle of rain.

By the time Cheng Jirui called, she’d already eaten breakfast that Aunt Qing made. With Bai Zhi back at school, the only one left to talk to was… the dog.

Fu Nian dressed, just finishing when Cheng Jirui arrived.

Bai Qing, assuming he came to visit, welcomed him warmly. After all, she’d seen him a few times at the hospital.

But unexpectedly, he whisked Fu Nian away. Bai Qing almost tried to stop them, until Fu Nian whispered conspiratorially:

“Aunt Qing, don’t tell Jie. Today is her birthday. I want to pick out a gift for her. I’ll be right back.”

Only then did Bai Qing remember—It really is Ji Yun’s birthday. She’d nearly forgotten herself.

Cheng Jirui carefully held an umbrella over Fu Nian, helping her into the car.

“I found the people who kidnapped you. It’s the same group targeting Ji Yun.”

“Targeting Jie?” At those words, Fu Nian immediately grew tense.

Cheng Jirui had assumed Ji Yun told her. He thought Ji Yun was after Fu Nian’s fortune, never imagining she hadn’t mentioned any of this. He instantly wanted to slap himself.

“Yeah. Right now Ji Yun’s a mess. The compensation from that contract isn’t just the thirty percent—it also includes penalties. She’s still chasing whoever’s behind it all.”

He only skimmed the surface, but Fu Nian etched it all in her heart.

When she returned, Ji Yun was curled up on the sofa. She glanced at Fu Nian, then at Cheng Jirui behind her, her eyes full of displeasure.

“Where did you go?”

“Jie.” Fu Nian pulled something from her bag, stepping forward. Ji Yun leapt up in alarm, rushing to steady her.

“It’s for you.”

Ji Yun looked down to see a string of crystal-clear jade beads around her wrist.