Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 32

After Fu Nian and Ji Yun finished their Japanese meal, the two of them strolled slowly outside.

Fu Nian felt a heaviness in her chest. She wanted to say something to Ji Yun, but in the end she only followed along blankly, unable to voice anything.

Ji Yun, for her part, was lost in her own tangled thoughts. Ever since she’d sorted out her feelings toward Fu Nian, a faint panic lingered.

But these past two days she truly had been too busy. She often went to meet Yue Feng, who was also swamped. The two frequently discussed all sorts of messy matters. When Yue Feng offered to handle things on her behalf, Ji Yun merely lifted her head slightly and glanced at him.

For the first time, Yue Feng couldn’t read anything from Ji Yun’s smile.

Fu Nian quietly followed. She had noticed the atmosphere between them growing stranger. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t felt it. She even asked Cheng Jirui indirectly about certain things. Counting back the timing, she realized the incident when Ji Yun’s contract went wrong happened precisely during her own illness.

As for what exactly Fu Nian felt inside—she wasn’t entirely sure herself. She only knew there was a vague tightness in her chest, but she didn’t understand why.

“Jie, you’ve been coming home really late lately. Is work that difficult?”

Ji Yun lifted her head at Fu Nian’s words and met her gaze.

The weather had begun cooling. Though the city still held its summer heat, the mornings and evenings now carried a chill. Ji Yun always brought Fu Nian a light jacket when they went out. But today, Fu Nian had rushed out after returning home, forgetting her coat entirely.

“Jie, I asked Jirui about it, this matter—”

“Focus on healing your eyes. Your sister can still handle her own problems.” Ji Yun draped one arm around Fu Nian’s shoulders and took her hand with the other, smiling. “What could you possibly do for me, Ah Nian?”

She laughed softly, finding Fu Nian’s dazed expression irresistibly cute—she had the urge to pinch her.

“I still have plenty of shares. Helping you out won’t make me poor,” Fu Nian answered with a smile of her own.

But Ji Yun’s face darkened instantly. She quietly let her hand fall from Fu Nian’s shoulder, holding only her hand, saying nothing more.

When Fu Nian felt Ji Yun’s arm withdraw, her heart lurched. She wanted to reach out and take her hand back, but her arm froze halfway.

She suddenly had no idea what to say and lowered her head slightly.

Ji Yun frowned but said nothing, simply holding Fu Nian’s hand as they walked on. After a while, she tugged gently at Fu Nian’s clothes and smiled. “Let’s go home. It’s getting chilly.”

The words Fu Nian had wanted to say stuck in her throat. She could only nod quietly and follow Ji Yun into the car.

The ride was oppressively silent. Ji Yun thought—whatever Cheng Jirui knew, Fu Nian must know by now too.

She didn’t know what to say. She had never wanted to tell Fu Nian about this matter. It wasn’t just that she didn’t want to worry her—she didn’t want Fu Nian to think everything happened because of her illness, or that now Ji Yun needed her shares.

That would make her no different from the others in the company who eyed Fu Nian’s shares.

The last thing she wanted was for Fu Nian to think she had ulterior motives.

“Jie, I know you’re afraid I’ll worry, I—”

“Ah Nian, Jirui must’ve told you I was tricked, right? It’s fine. I’ve nearly got the culprits in hand.”

Ji Yun interrupted with a calm tone, even turning her head to flash a smile. But suddenly she realized—her voice had been flat the entire time. And Fu Nian couldn’t even see her smile.

A sudden panic rose in her chest.

Fu Nian didn’t press further. If Ji Yun didn’t want her involved, she must have her reasons.

When they returned home, Bai Qing had already left. Ji Yun ran Fu Nian’s bathwater, then retreated to the sofa, idly flipping channels with no focus.

When Fu Nian came out of the bathroom, Ji Yun hadn’t moved until she felt the sofa sink beside her. Only then did she turn her head and see Fu Nian.

Ji Yun immediately took the towel from her hand, straightened her posture so she faced away, and began drying her hair with practiced care.

“Jie, you promised to take me to get a haircut,” Fu Nian said with a smile, deliberately steering away from the earlier awkwardness.

Ji Yun smiled too and nodded, continuing to dry her hair carefully.

After spending so much time together, Ji Yun already knew Fu Nian’s habits—like how she refused to use a blow dryer, always protecting her hair carefully.

So Ji Yun would make sure she washed early in the evening, in case her hair stayed damp by bedtime and left her catching cold.

Fu Nian sat obediently, letting Ji Yun dry her hair, listening to the television in the background.

“Jie, are you watching a Korean drama?”

Ji Yun blinked in surprise and glanced at the TV. Sure enough, it was a drama. She had been flipping through channels absentmindedly and hadn’t paid attention.

“Mm, I just switched it randomly. Didn’t know what else to watch.”

As soon as she finished, Fu Nian turned to sit upright on the sofa, facing the screen. With her back now square to Ji Yun, Ji Yun couldn’t reach her hair.

She gave a helpless little laugh and sat upright beside her instead.

Fu Nian chuckled. “I’ve seen this one before.”

Ji Yun blinked. She had never really watched shows like this. She was always too busy—too busy even to eat, let alone watch TV.

Back in school, she was different from everyone else too. Not exactly a “top student,” yet never the playful sort either. Her youth had vanished in a blur, leaving nothing behind.

“The heroine is probably torn right now—she likes the oppa but feels she’s not good enough.”

Ji Yun burst out laughing.

Fu Nian tilted her head, confused. “Jie, what’s so funny?”

The sofa was wide. Ji Yun hopped behind her, towel still in hand, and continued drying her damp hair. “I’m laughing at how clearly you remember this stuff. Who knows how many you’ve watched?”

Fu Nian nodded. “My dad never liked me going out. I could only stay home and watch dramas. Some were really good. At first, I’d watch for the pretty heroine, but in the end, the male lead always captured me.”

“And every new drama, I’d switch to a new crush. Even I got annoyed at myself.”

Her brows lifted with her smile, her animated expression making Ji Yun’s heart itch.

And Fu Nian always turned her face toward Ji Yun when speaking. Since Ji Yun was behind her, she lifted her chin slightly, as though trying to see Ji Yun’s face.

Ji Yun reached out to straighten her head again and continued drying her hair. “Well, your jie looks pretty good too. Do you fangirl over me?”

As soon as she said it, Ji Yun froze, cursing herself. Of all things to say…

But Fu Nian didn’t seem embarrassed. She thought seriously, then nodded. “Actually, I only saw you once—back at the company. I didn’t look closely, but I thought you were elegant. Now, of course, I can’t see at all.”

Ji Yun didn’t respond to that part, only gave a soft hum. “Funny, I remember we met twice.”

“Really? That’s impossible. Once I’ve seen Jie, I could never forget.” Fu Nian turned toward her again.

Ji Yun sighed, gently turning her back once more. “Sit properly, or your hair won’t dry.”

Even so, Fu Nian mulled over Ji Yun’s words, shaking her head. “No way, I’d remember.”

After drying her hair halfway, Ji Yun hopped off, dropped the towel in the bathroom, and came back with a bottle of water. Twisting the cap, she said casually, “Didn’t you give a student speech in your last year of middle school? I was in my final year of high school. You finished speaking, and we passed each other. That was the first time.”

Fu Nian’s face lit up as she clapped her hands. “I remember! I was so nervous. But when I got off the stage, Jie smiled at me. Strangely enough, I wasn’t nervous anymore.”

Her voice softened. “But then my teacher dragged me away for something urgent, so I didn’t hear the rest of your speech. I never even learned your name.”

Ji Yun only looked quietly at her lowered head.

“So Jie was my schoolmate all along. That makes me your junior.”

Ji Yun sat beside her and patted her head. “So, am I good-looking or not?”

Fu Nian thought for a moment, then nodded. “Beautiful. Especially your smile.”

Ji Yun’s heart melted instantly. Hearing Fu Nian call her pretty filled her with a sweet, honey-like joy.

After all, judging by how she watched dramas, Fu Nian clearly cared about looks. Now, knowing she herself was deemed “good-looking” made her feel more than a little smug.

“Then… do you fangirl your jie?”

“Fangirl! Of course I do!”