GL My Goddess Best Friend’s Seduction (H) - Chapter 11

That WeChat Moments post exploded with replies, probably the most commented post I had ever made. My inbox flooded with messages from friends, both close and distant.

The post was filled with rows of [????????????] from good friends, close colleagues, and familiar students. Some asked what had happened, but I did not reply.

I opened my inbox and first responded to Jiang Yiyi’s message.

Yiyi Not Yiyi: ?????

Yiyi Not Yiyi: Why the sudden breakup? Weren’t you getting married?

Peaceful New Year: He cheated.

Yiyi Not Yiyi: Oh… I misjudged him. Thought he was some top-tier guy.

Yiyi Not Yiyi: Eat shit, that jerk!

Yiyi Not Yiyi: No way, I am going to curse him out and block him.

Then she went offline.

I gave similar replies to my friend Cao Youyou, my college roommates, and my colleagues.

Li Xian messaged me too.

Jack of All Trades · Li Xian: Breaking up was right, but you should still date.

Peaceful New Year: ???? What are you talking about?

Jack of All Trades · Li Xian: Love is so wonderful. You should not give it up.

Peaceful New Year: It is like we are from different planets.

Jack of All Trades · Li Xian: I know an awesome guy I want to introduce you to. He is charming, has tons of admirers, comes from a wealthy family, and owns a house and car in Beijing, both bought with his own money. He earns a million after taxes, has a great future, is steady and loyal, although a bit short at 175 cm. His parents are open-minded. Really, he is amazing.

Peaceful New Year: Thanks, keep him for yourself.

Jack of All Trades · Li Xian: Emmmmmmmmmmmmm I would not dare.

Jack of All Trades · Li Xian: I will save you a spot in the love queue. When you are ready, I will move you to the front.

Peaceful New Year: …

I ignored him after that. Si Jingnian was right, this guy definitely had a screw loose.

Jiang Yiyi called, saying she had ripped into Qi Zhengyu and that he did not dare respond. She insisted I tell her first next time so she could curse him again.

I was speechless. This girl was too much.

She checked on my mental state, saw that I was fine, and said she would visit that weekend to cheer me up. I agreed.

After the call, I got ready to buy groceries. I planned to make corn and pork rib soup, and stir-fried lettuce with goose liver in oyster sauce.

At the supermarket, after picking out ingredients, I checked my Moments again. The likes were nearing a hundred, with over sixty comments. Scanning the list, I noticed Si Jingnian had not liked it.

I opened our chat. Two hours earlier, I had asked if corn and pork ribs were okay, and she had replied.

I checked her Moments. Thirty minutes ago, she had shared a post about a German Nobel Prize-winning chemist giving a lecture at Beijing University.

She had time to post but did not like mine. That annoyed me.

I messaged her in a huff.

Peaceful New Year: Why did you not like my Moments post? Do not say you did not see it!

Her status showed “typing,” but no message came through. It toggled back and forth. I stared at her name for five minutes.

After all that hesitation, she finally sent: [Really did not see it. Liked it now.]

Sure enough, I got a like from her, but now I was curious about what she had been typing earlier. It could not have been just that.

Pouting, I ignored her.

I decided to cook dishes she disliked that night. She was not picky, but she hated chrysanthemum greens and garlic.

So I bought chrysanthemum greens, three garlic bulbs, Longkou vermicelli, and twelve Ecuadorian shrimp, which tasted amazing when boiled. Highly recommended.

That evening, I would make garlic chrysanthemum greens and garlic vermicelli shrimp with loads of garlic.

At checkout, I felt a bit guilty, so I also bought black chicken and goji berries for soup.

While cooking, I saw the garlic and snickered. I did not check a mirror, but I probably looked like a cartoon villain, perhaps even a scheming eunuch.

Do not ask why I thought of a eunuch.

I chopped garlic while picturing Si Jingnian’s frown. It was oddly satisfying.

I grabbed my phone and asked when she would be home. She said she would be late and that I could eat without her.

No way. I needed to see her reaction to the greens and garlic.

I replied: I am not that hungry. I will wait for you.

She said okay, she would be back around 7:50 PM.

I sent “mmhm” with a “well-behaved” emoji.

After deveining the shrimp, it was only 4:00 PM, so I prepped lessons and then watched the latest Modern Family episode. I laughed a lot.

I added ingredients to the chicken soup midway.

At 7:20 PM, my alarm rang. I put on an apron and started cooking.

Neither of us cared much for rice, so half a bowl each was enough.

I made the garlic vermicelli shrimp first, then stir-fried the chrysanthemum greens. Fueled by petty revenge, I was in a great mood.

After cooking, I waited by the door.

Before Si Jingnian could unlock it, I opened the door from inside. She looked slightly surprised. Her red lips parted, then curved into a faint smile.

I felt like a Japanese wife greeting her husband, asking, “Bath first or dinner?”

She placed her key in the bowl on the shoe cabinet, changed into green checkered house slippers, and followed me to the dining table.

I tried to hide my excitement as a surge of energy coursed through me.

I insisted she not help and sat her at the table. The chicken soup was already out and covered. Rice, chopsticks, and spoons were set.

Grinning, I brought out the garlic vermicelli shrimp on an extra plate because it was hot, along with the garlic chrysanthemum greens.

I pinched my cheeks, trying to hide my dimples. It helped a little, but I still wanted to laugh.

I sat down and, without looking up, introduced the dishes.

“This garlic chrysanthemum greens nourishes the spleen and stomach, perfect for overworked people like you.”

I glanced at Si Jingnian, sensing that her cool expression saw through my little scheme.

I puffed my cheeks, annoyed, and continued, “Garlic vermicelli shrimp contains garlic, which helps fight cancer and oxidation. Ecuadorian shrimp supports kidney health and vitality. Vermicelli, well, it is simply delicious.”

Ugh, I forgot the benefits of vermicelli I had looked up.

I sneaked a peek at her. Her reaction was still flat.

“Black chicken soup, good for beauty. Mine,” I said with a pout, pulling the soup pot toward me.

Still no reaction.

I lifted the soup lid, and the rich aroma of chicken and goji berries filled the air. Acting casual, I fanned some steam toward her.

She gave me a helpless look, the kind that seemed to say, “What am I going to do with you?”

She picked up her chopsticks and went straight for the chrysanthemum greens.

Panicking, I stood and reached for her chopsticks. “Do not eat it.”

Too flustered, I missed and grabbed her fingers instead. The sudden move made her drop the bamboo chopsticks.

She did not pull away. She stared at our clasped hands, then met my eyes.

That look was complex, filled with emotions I could not read.

Later, I would learn that look was desire.

I did not understand it then, but it burned me. I let go.

Back in my seat, I stammered, “If you do not want to eat it, do not. Just have the soup.”

I pushed the soup toward her.

We ate the quietest dinner ever. I had a few greens, a few shrimp, and less than half a bowl of rice. She only sipped the soup.

Her expression lingered in my thoughts, etched vividly in my memory. I forgot all about teasing her.

She washed dishes in silence while I wiped the table. Afterward, I retreated to my room. It was only 9:00 PM when I showered and buried myself in bed.

That night, I had a strange dream.

In it, Si Jingnian stood by my bed, staring at me with that same complex look. Dream-me sat up, trembling, and huddled in the bed’s corner. Dream-Si Jingnian slowly shed her coat and began unbuttoning her white shirt.

One button at a time, I watched her pale, delicate fingers. My mouth went dry, and my throat burned.

As the shirt opened, her flat collarbone and pale chest emerged.

A black lace bra held her soft curves. Her flat stomach showed faint abs and sharp obliques that dipped into tight navy jeans.

The sight begged to be explored.

After the last button, she did not remove the shirt.

She stepped onto the bed and stood upright on the white sheets, slowly moving closer to me with a quiet, deliberate grace.

I could not decide which was whiter, her skin or the sheets.

She took forever, like the space between us was a vast ocean. I kept gazing up at her flawless body. As she neared, her scent filled the air.

Finally, she pinned me in the corner.

She stood while I sat, my face level with her hips.

I had nowhere to escape.

She crouched, her shirt brushing my face. My cheeks burned.

Her nose nearly touched mine.

Her usual cool demeanor was gone. Her sly, seductive smile was almost wicked.

She said something, but there was no sound.

Then I woke up, drenched in sweat.