Goddess, Are You Blind? (GL) - Chapter 6

The day Ji Yun left, it rained. But instead of cooling the city down, the rain only made the air heavier, hot and muggy.
Xue Funian felt her way to the door to see Ji Yun off. Though she couldn’t see, she still reached out to straighten Ji Yun’s clothes.

Ji Yun wore simple, clean makeup—neat, professional, yet full of poise.

At her age, reaching the position of manager was no easy feat. She had no powerful family background, no stroke of great luck. What she did have was years of hard work and unquestionable competence.

A crisp white blouse, a fitted skirt, a full set of professional attire. Her hair was pulled back without a single stray strand. Her makeup, though simple, was delicate and refined.

Funian adjusted Ji Yun’s collar and smiled.
“Jiejie, take care on your way. The weather isn’t good—stay safe, and wear more layers.”

“Don’t worry, Anian. Auntie will look after your meals. You just take good care of yourself.” Ji Yun then tilted her head toward the dog.
“Dogzi.”

Dogzi barked in reply, much clearer than before.

Ji Yun smiled. “Take good care of your mama at home, alright?”

The dog barked twice more. Ji Yun turned back to Funian, pinched her soft cheek, and relished the tender feel beneath her fingers.
“Eat well at home. When I’m back, I’ll take you to the doctor again. If you need anything, call me. If you miss me, call me too. Mm, I’ll talk with you every day. You—”

“Jiejie, you’ve already said this so many times. I’ve remembered everything.” Funian smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons—beautiful when she laughed.

Ji Yun gave her cheek another little pinch and smiled too. “So you’re saying I nag, huh? But if it weren’t you, who else would I bother to nag at?”

Funian blushed with a shy smile. “If jiejie has time, wouldn’t it be better to sit and eat breakfast with me first?”

“Ah, so now you’re saying I’m annoying.” Ji Yun gave her cheek a playful tug. “I’ll go. Remember to eat well and listen to Auntie, take care of Dogzi, and when I come back, I want to see my Anian safe and sound.”

Funian nodded. Ji Yun smiled, patted her hand, picked up her bag, and finally turned to leave.

After closing the door, Funian stood still for a moment, then smiled faintly. Making sure Ji Yun was really gone, she crouched down, and Dogzi immediately pressed close against her.

“She’s gone, Dogzi. Your dad’s left already.” She said it solemnly, leading Dogzi inside. Halfway back, Ji Yun—who hadn’t actually left yet—saw Funian talking so seriously to the dog, calling herself “dad.” Ji Yun’s brows twitched, then she couldn’t help laughing. Watching Funian carefully shut the door, and the dog glancing back at her with a blink, Ji Yun finally slung her bag over her shoulder and headed downstairs.

At the airport, Zhang Shuai picked her up, grumbling nonstop.
“Come on, jiejie, what took you so long? You’re never this slow. Let me see—you dressed up carefully today, didn’t you? Put on extra makeup, wanted to surprise me, huh?”

“Shut your mouth. If you keep talking, I’ll come even later next time.”

The moment he heard that, Zhang Shuai snapped his mouth shut.

With peace restored, Ji Yun allowed herself a faint smile.

Before boarding, she had wanted to text Funian, but then remembered she couldn’t read it. So she gave up, deciding instead to call once she landed.

At home, after breakfast prepared by Bai Qing, Funian curled up on the sofa, half-dozing as she listened to the dramas Ji Yun had queued for her. She was thoroughly absorbed.

Dogzi nestled tightly against her, unwilling to leave her side even in the hot weather. Feeling him lean closer, Funian reached out and stroked his fur gently. He let out a pleased little whimper, which even made Bai Qing laugh.

“Miss Xue, I’ll go clean the rooms upstairs. If you need anything, just call me.”

“Bai ayi, you can just call me Anian. Jiejie calls me that too.” Funian was easy to get along with, and hearing this, Bai Qing chuckled warmly.
“Alright, alright. If Anian wants to do anything later, just tell Auntie. If you want to eat something, Auntie will cook it for you.”

Funian nodded. Seeing her nod, Dogzi perked up too, gave a soft whine, then nestled back down beside her.

The scene of girl and dog curled together on the sofa was so warm that Bai Qing smiled to herself before heading upstairs to tidy up.

After a while, Funian patted Dogzi’s head. “Dogzi, shall we go for a walk?”

But outside, the rain hadn’t stopped. Her words were overheard by Bai Qing coming downstairs, who quickly stopped her.
“Anian, it’s still raining. If you need anything, let me go buy it for you.”

Funian then remembered—it was raining. She shook her head, smiling at her own carelessness. Right, how could they go out now?

So, bored, she sprawled on the sofa again. She didn’t know what else to do. She’d already listened to plenty of dramas. Just a few days ago, Ji Yun had taken her and Dogzi downstairs for a short walk.

Dogzi had done well, guiding her carefully. At first she’d been nervous, but soon she trusted him completely, letting him lead the way. He’d strutted proudly, glancing at Ji Yun now and then as if to boast of his ability.

But today, stuck indoors, she felt restless and uneasy.

Time slipped by without her noticing—she had no sense of it anymore. Only when her phone rang did she stir, fumbling to pull out the special handset Ji Yun had prepared for her.

Only Ji Yun knew this number. She’d gotten Funian a simple senior phone, easier to use.

The moment it rang, Funian knew who it was. She quickly answered.

“Hello.”

“Anian, have you eaten on time?”

“I have. Jiejie, don’t worry about me.”

“Good, good. Since it’s raining, don’t take Dogzi out. You’ll just end up muddy, and then you’ll have to wash him. Too much trouble.” Ji Yun nagged on, not caring whether Funian minded it or not. “If you’re bored, go upstairs and ask Auntie to bring out the chessboard. I remember your father was very good at chess. Practice against yourself—exercise your memory.”

Funian’s eyes lit up, and she smiled.
“Thank you, jiejie.” Her smile was crescent-shaped, beautiful enough that even Ji Yun, stepping off the plane, smiled at the sound of it.

The curve of her lips was just right—so pretty that Zhang Shuai, walking beside her with her bag, nearly stumbled back in shock. He pointed at her, voice trembling.
“Jiejie, don’t tell me—you’re in love?”

Ji Yun shot him a glare, then quickly turned her attention back to Funian.
“If you’re really bored, wait until the rain stops and take Dogzi out for a walk. If he gets dirty, I’ll wash him when I’m back. But don’t cuddle him, and definitely don’t let him on the bed.”

Her warning wasn’t without reason. The past few nights, Dogzi had been hopping onto their bed, and because Funian adored him, she let him stay—even cuddled him to sleep. Ji Yun had been left with no space at all. Just thinking of it made her a little irritated.

“Anian, I need to get settled first. I’ll call you again tonight.”

“Alright. Jiejie, stay safe. Anian’s hanging up now.” She said goodbye softly, then ended the call.

Bai Qing, who had overheard, smiled. “Shall Auntie go fetch the chessboard for you? I saw it earlier while cleaning.” She chuckled. “I also overheard a bit.”

Her laugh made Funian blush too.

She stroked Dogzi’s head and smiled. “Thank you, Auntie.”

Soon, Bai Qing brought down the chessboard and pieces, set them out neatly, and guided Funian so she could orient herself. Then she left her in peace.

Dogzi sat watching intently as Funian placed pieces one by one. But halfway through each game, she would forget what had come before, until finally she gave up, rested her head on her hand, and put her headphones back on.

For dinner, Bai Qing cooked chicken soup with medicinal herbs. It was bitter at first, but sweet after. Funian enjoyed it, drinking two full bowls, which made both Bai Qing and Dogzi happy.

That night, before bed, Funian asked Bai Qing to wake her early the next morning so she could take Dogzi downstairs for a walk. Bai Qing agreed readily.

Lying in bed, Funian felt a little restless. Dogzi whimpered from the corner of the bed, clearly wanting to climb up. Funian was smiling, just about to call him up to sleep beside her—when the phone rang.

She fumbled awkwardly, searching until she finally found it. But just as she was about to press “answer,” the ringing stopped. She sat dazed, unsure what to do. She thought of calling back, but worried Ji Yun might be too busy. So she set the phone down.

But then it rang again. This time, she snatched it up at once.

“Jiejie.”

“Hearing Anian’s voice this quickly means you must have been waiting for me, hm?” Ji Yun laughed softly. She held a pen in her hand, marking up documents. Tomorrow’s battle at work wouldn’t be easy—she didn’t dare relax for even a moment.

But hearing Funian call her “jiejie,” the stifling heat that had been weighing her down all day suddenly lifted.

“I missed your call earlier. I didn’t want you to worry, so I’ve been holding the phone the whole time,” Funian said softly, lying curled in bed, her blank eyes fixed on the ceiling. Dogzi, still denied a spot on the bed, whimpered from the side.

“Dogzi’s with you?”

“Mm, he is.”

Ji Yun bit the end of her pen, smiling. “Don’t let him on my bed, alright?”

Funian paused, then turned her head toward Dogzi, pursing her lips in a helpless little signal. She smiled as she promised, “He won’t. Dogzi’s being good.”

The two of them spoke slowly, one sentence at a time. Ji Yun glanced over her documents now and then, but she gave Funian enough attention that she wouldn’t feel alone.

Funian, half-reclined in bed, answered quietly. Before long, sleepiness overtook her, and she drifted off mid-conversation.

Ji Yun whispered “hello” a couple more times, then, smiling faintly, murmured “Good night” before hanging up.