Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 33

That day, Ji Yun wasn’t home again. Xue Funian thought about it carefully and realized she really hadn’t seen Ji Yun for quite a while.

As she was thinking this, her phone suddenly rang. She turned sideways, reached over to the table, picked it up, and pressed the answer button. Hearing the unfamiliar voice on the other end, Funian froze.

Not many people knew this number—aside from Ji Yun and Aunt Bai Qing’s family, only Cheng Jirui.

It was a man’s voice, deep and pleasant, but not Cheng Jirui’s. Funian’s hearing was sensitive now; after a moment of recalling, she immediately knew who it was.

When Funian had sat down for tea with Yue Feng, Bai Qing had gone out to buy something for her.

Yue Feng gave Funian a long, assessing look, then finally smiled. “Recently, some not-so-small problems came up in the company, so I thought I should let Director Xue know.”

Yue Feng was good with words, but Funian was no fool. If Yue Feng brought up such matters, it was naturally for Ji Yun’s sake.

Lately Ji Yun had been running herself ragged because of the company’s problems. She hardly came home at all, and sometimes when she did return, Funian was already deep in dreamland, playing another round of chess with the Duke of Zhou.

Half asleep, she would only feel someone holding her tightly, with heavy breathing against her.

Ji Yun was busy. She didn’t tell her, so Funian pretended not to know, and let her be.

But now that Yue Feng had brought it up, how could Funian still not realize something serious had happened?

She lifted her head and smiled lightly. “Mm. Go ahead, let me hear it.”

Yue Feng was taken aback. A sharp pain stabbed at his chest. Had Ji Yun really not told Funian about such a big issue?

Suddenly, a wave of jealousy surged through him, so strong it made it hard to breathe. He just sat there, dazed, unable to respond for a long time.

Funian didn’t rush him, simply waited quietly.

Only after Yue Feng’s stabbing feelings faded did he finally lift his head to look at her.

Unlike Ji Yun, Funian’s beauty was gentle, soft. Ji Yun’s was bold, almost carved out with a chisel—striking, forceful, unforgettable. On anyone else it might look odd, but only Ji Yun carried it perfectly.

“The contract General Manager Ji signed has problems. Compensation must be paid.” Yue Feng suppressed the agitation inside and explained.

“Manager Yue actually came to me because you want to help my sister, isn’t that right?”

After hearing him out, Funian smiled faintly. That smile made Yue Feng uneasy for reasons he couldn’t grasp.

He could read the treacherous hearts of people in the business world, but behind this girl’s light smile—he couldn’t see through it.

“Yes. I came for A-Yun’s sake. I wanted to ask Director Xue for help. A-Yun hasn’t told you about this because she doesn’t want you to know. After all, this isn’t a small sum.”

Yue Feng spoke steadily, then glanced at Funian. But she only nodded, as if agreeing.

“I know about it to some degree. But if my sister doesn’t speak of it, isn’t that because she believes she can solve it herself?” Funian’s lips curved in a light smile.

Yue Feng was dumbstruck.

“She can’t handle it that well.”

“I know. But if she doesn’t tell me, it means she doesn’t want me to help. You coming here so anxiously—aren’t you afraid she’ll find out?”

“I am. If she knew, she’d tear me limb from limb.” Yue Feng answered naturally, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.

It was the truth. If Ji Yun found out he’d gone to Funian and spilled everything, she’d skin him alive. He’d been around for years, feared no one—except Ji Yun.

“Manager Yue, I’ll give you fourteen percent of my shares. Can you help my sister smooth this matter over?” Funian raised her head, her smile unreadable.

Yue Feng was stunned. He had come for her shares, yes—but he hadn’t even spoken yet, and she had already offered them up.

It felt like being stripped bare, every intention laid open for her to see. He felt uncomfortably exposed.

“Director Xue, I…”

“I’ve already looked into it. I know this fourteen percent is enough to cover the company’s losses, the penalty fees, and still leave extra. I only hope Manager Yue won’t tell my sister about it.”

Yue Feng tilted his head slightly. Even though Funian couldn’t see, he didn’t dare meet her face directly.

He suddenly realized—before her, no secret could hide.

Outside, the weather was changing. The city had seen days of drizzling rain. Summer had truly gone; autumn had arrived.

Funian thought back—she’d been living at Ji Yun’s place for months, yet had done nothing for her. Ji Yun was always the one helping, supporting.

Now finally there was a chance to help her. Trap or no trap—so what?

The thought made Funian happy.

When Bai Qing returned, Yue Feng had already left. She came in just in time to see Funian sitting quietly by the window. The breeze slipped in through the open pane, lifting strands of her long hair, swirling them in the air before letting them fall softly onto her shoulders and slide down.

That was always how Bai Qing saw Funian—quiet, composed—except when Ji Yun was around.

Perhaps because Ji Yun always had countless things to say to her, and Funian would always answer carefully, the two of them could talk endlessly together.

Only Bai Qing knew—before Funian came, the Ji household had been cold and lifeless.

“Ah Nian, shall we head back?” Bai Qing sat down beside her.

Funian shook her head. “Aunt Qing, let’s wait a bit.”

Before Bai Qing could ask more, another person sat down across from them. She looked up—it was Cheng Jirui.

“Funian, have you found something?”

Hearing the voice, Funian lifted her head and nodded. “I want you to investigate Yue Feng.”

Cheng Jirui froze. He had been digging into matters Funian asked about lately, but he hadn’t thought of Yue Feng.

Yue Feng had inherited shares from his father. Though officially just General Manager, his holdings made him second in power at Jianghe. If his father had directly granted him the shares, he’d be sitting beside Funian on the board by now.

Though a typical second-generation rich kid, Yue Feng was capable, sharper than many elders in the company. He rarely left openings.

So if Funian wanted him checked out, something must be up.

“What’s wrong with Yue Feng?”

Funian thought carefully. Honestly, there was no obvious flaw.

“Nothing. Just… he cares too much about my sister.”

Cheng Jirui’s eyebrow twitched. He wanted to say You’re the one who cares too much about Ji Yun!

Yue Feng’s feelings for Ji Yun were common knowledge—inside the company, even in the industry. Of course he’d be invested in her matters. Why did Funian see that as suspicious?

When Cheng Jirui didn’t respond, Funian realized her words sounded odd. She gave an awkward smile and said no more.

Bai Qing watched her embarrassed smile, then glanced at Cheng Jirui’s furrowed brows, and also laughed quietly.

“I’ll look into it for you. Don’t worry,” Cheng Jirui finally said. Then he added, “But Funian, Yue Feng is in love with Ji Yun. And among those coveting what you have—Ji Yun is also part of the company.”

Bai Qing frowned.

“That’s impossible,” Funian interrupted calmly, cutting off Bai Qing before she could speak. She smiled faintly as she lifted her teacup. “My sister isn’t like that.”

Cheng Jirui choked on his words, unable to continue.

As he left, he looked back at her. “Funian, you must keep your guard up.”

Bai Qing shifted uncomfortably, wanting to say more, but Funian was already standing, reaching out to her hand.

“Aunt Qing, let’s go home.”

Bai Qing nodded and led her back.

But as soon as they opened the door, the heavy smell of alcohol rushed out, making Funian sneeze.

Bai Qing looked inside in alarm. Ji Yun was sprawled crookedly on the sofa, clearly drunk unconscious.

Bai Qing hurried to settle Funian in the bedroom, then rushed to the kitchen to look for honey.

Funian, half-groping, made her way toward the source of the alcohol. She crouched by the sofa and stretched her hand forward until she touched Ji Yun’s body.

Ji Yun shifted with a soft groan, rolling over to find a more comfortable position. Now her face was turned right toward Funian.

Her half-lidded eyes met Funian’s, carrying a faint smile.

“Jiejie, why did you drink so much?”

Ji Yun closed her eyes again, groaning uncomfortably, but nuzzled against Funian’s hand like a spoiled pup. “Ah Nian… come here, little darling. Hug.”

With that, she suddenly leaned forward, pulling Funian into her arms.

Funian hadn’t expected it—one moment Ji Yun’s arms were around her waist, the next, Ji Yun’s full weight pressed forward. Unprepared, Funian lost balance, and the two of them toppled backward together.