GL My Goddess Best Friend’s Seduction (H) - Chapter 2

After shopping at the supermarket, I carried two small bags while Si Jingnian held two large plastic ones. We took the escalator down to the basement parking garage.

To clarify, I wasn’t taking advantage of Si Jingnian. She grabbed the bags while I was paying, and truthfully, I don’t have her strength. As for why I paid, Si Jingnian covers our utilities and property fees, so I handle groceries and household items. We’ve never calculated who spends more—it’s not something we fuss over.

With such a close friendship, there’s no need to keep score. Our bond has grown stronger over the past two years, but that’s a story for another time.

Si Jingnian’s black Audi A4L was parked in a deeper corner of the garage. The car, like her, is understated yet eye-catching despite its low-key vibe. I don’t own a car. After five years of working, I still haven’t bought one, but she paid for hers in full after just over three years on the job.

No comparison, no pain. What a pitiful situation.

We reached her car, loaded the bags into the trunk, and headed to the front seats. She took the driver’s seat.

As I fastened my seatbelt, I remembered the train tickets. “Yiyi got our tickets for the 5 AM train tomorrow. We’ll need to wake up early.”

Si Jingnian’s hand paused while buckling her seatbelt, then clicked it into place. She turned slightly toward me and said, “I thought you were going with Qi Zhengyu.”

“Didn’t I mention he’s on a business trip?” I asked, puzzled. “I could’ve sworn I told you.”

“You didn’t.” She faced forward and started the car.

“Well, now you know.” I tapped my forehead. “I’ve been swamped with students lately and probably forgot.”

“Even if I went with Zhengyu, it’d be the three of us, right? Isn’t traveling together more convenient?” I added.

Si Jingnian stayed silent.

I’m used to her quiet nature, so I often keep the conversation going. “I’ll book a ride for tomorrow morning. Does 3:30 AM work?” I asked, planning the time in the app while glancing at her.

“Fine.” Si Jingnian wore gold-rimmed glasses when driving, her eyes fixed on the traffic. She exuded a relaxed yet commanding presence, looking sharp and professional. I stole a glance. So cool, I want to be her fan.

I closed the app, opened my camera, and snapped a sneaky photo. My phone’s always on silent, so no risk of an awkward “caught snapping” moment.

Somehow, she still noticed.

How did she catch me while driving so focused? Si Jingnian’s lips curved into a smile, her profile so captivating I couldn’t look away. “Snapping me, huh? Am I good-looking?”

“Super good-looking!” Her smile’s too perfect, I thought, taking a deep breath. I raised my phone closer and took another shot, this time a bold close-up of her face.

My mind drifted to Jiang Yiyi’s take on Si Jingnian. In high school, Yiyi was intimidated by her. She loved Japanese anime back then and nicknamed Si Jingnian “Paralyzed Face Si.” I didn’t like it at first—it seemed a bit harsh. But after Yiyi got me into anime, I realized “paralyzed face” characters were fan favorites: handsome, capable, and from good families, like Kaede Rukawa, Itachi Uchiha, and Byakuya Kuchiki.

The nickname started to feel fitting. Si Jingnian came from a good family, was stunning, and always ranked in the top three of our grade. She was a true goddess back then.

She rarely smiled before, but these past two years, she’s been smiling more—not my loud, exaggerated grins, but reserved, elegant, beautiful smiles. Of course, she’s so pretty that any smile looks amazing.

“I’ll edit these and send them to you,” I said, opening the photo-editing app. “Just a filter, no need for much else. My Jingnian’s naturally stunning.”

I glanced at her earlobe—it looked a bit red. She’s still not used to my over-the-top compliments.

“Aw, blushing because I called you stunning?” I teased. “My Jingnian’s such a heavenly treasure.”

“It’s not that,” Si Jingnian said without turning, insisting she wasn’t shy.

“Then why’re you blushing?” I pressed.

She didn’t answer.

I changed the topic. “Oh, when am I meeting your boyfriend, Yu’an? Why’re you hiding him like he’s a treasure?”

“When it’s settled,” she replied.

“You’ve been together three months, and it’s still not settled? You won’t even show me a photo!” I huffed. “You’ve met Zhengyu at least ten times, haven’t you?”

“We’re both busy with work,” Si Jingnian said, eyes on the road. “Neither of us likes taking photos.”

She bit her lower lip. “Who can compare to you and Zhengyu?”

“Okay, don’t be jealous,” I soothed, hesitating. “Maybe I can handle grocery shopping alone in the future. That’d give you time to see Yu’an.”

At that, Si Jingnian slammed on the brakes, pulling the car to the roadside. I nearly lurched forward, saved by my seatbelt. Always wear your seatbelt, everyone!

“What’s wrong?” I turned to Si Jingnian. Her pale face was unnaturally flushed, her breathing rapid, and lips white. Seeing her like that, my heart ached.

I unbuckled and faced her, cupping her cheeks. Her skin was burning, my palms almost sweating, and I felt her trembling slightly. “What’s wrong, Jingnian? Where do you feel bad? Your face is so red. Do we need a hospital?”

She took a deep breath and locked eyes with me. Her gaze, dark as an abyss, pulled me in. I sensed her frustration and unease.

She gently pushed my hands away, took another deep breath, and rested her head on the steering wheel. “I’m fine. Just need a minute.”

“I’ll drive.” I checked the road, got out, and went to the driver’s seat. I helped her to the backseat, placing a pillow behind her head for comfort.

As I started to step out, Si Jingnian said, “Can I lie on your lap for two minutes?”

Of course. I offered my thighs.

Her round, pretty head rested on my lap, not heavy at all. I checked her face—her color looked better. I touched her smooth forehead. Good, not hot.

“Feeling better?” I asked.

“Sure enough, a bit of flesh is comfier than a pillow,” she said.

I exploded, spitting out her name. “Si, Jing, Nian! Looks like you’re fine!”

After two minutes, I left her in the backseat and started driving. My anger faded, but I still didn’t understand why she got so unwell so suddenly. It scared me.

“What happened just now?” I asked softly.

Si Jingnian paused, then said, “Nothing. I just felt short of breath. Maybe the car was too stuffy.”

I pursed my lips. If she didn’t want to explain, fine. That excuse wouldn’t fool anyone—we’d just gotten in. “Maybe skip X City tomorrow and get checked at a hospital. That was scary.”

“No need.” In the rearview mirror, I saw her sit up, her expression normal again.

“No way, you have to get checked. A few more episodes like that, and I’ll have a heart attack.” I kept a straight face, though my baby face lacked authority. My tone was serious.

“Fine, after the wedding.” She paused, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “I’ll take a weekday off. You’re freer on weekdays. Can you come with me?”

“Of course. Who else would go? Yu’an?” I clicked my tongue. “Men aren’t reliable in a pinch. Only best friends are forever. Book your day off, tell me ahead, and I’ll swap classes with a colleague.”

“Okay.” I didn’t see her expression, but her voice was soft, maybe from feeling off earlier.

“Mm-hm.” I parked in our building’s lot.

When grabbing the bags, I took the two big ones and slammed the trunk shut.

Si Jingnian frowned. “There’re two more bags.”

I waved grandly, though the heavy bags made it awkward. “You’re a patient. No carrying. I’ll come back for the rest.”

Si Jingnian laughed, exasperated. “Do I look like I can’t handle two small bags?”

“Yeah.”

Right after I said that, I was airborne. Si Jingnian scooped me up, princess-style, along with the two big bags.

“Heroine! You’re the champion of women! Put me down, you’re still in heels!” She held me steady, but I froze, afraid to move. What if I hurt her? Me, my clothes, and the bags must weigh 120 pounds. In a panic, I threw in a flirty line. “What if you strain your back? The back’s super important.”

Si Jingnian’s left hand, supporting my calves, tightened, and I felt her arm muscles faintly. She set me down. I quickly dropped the bags—they were too heavy.

Suddenly, she pulled me close, our faces maybe 10 centimeters apart. She leaned down, her lips by my right ear. “My back… is just fine.”

Her warm breath reddened my ear, my earlobe tingling, and my legs a bit weak. I shook my head to shake off the strange feeling. “Jingnian, where’d you get that cheesy line? Watch your cool image!”

Si Jingnian grabbed the bags I dropped and walked off without looking back. “Take the other two bags, or come upstairs with me and grab them later.”

“You think I’m dumb?” I huffed, opened the trunk, grabbed the bags, locked the car, and sprinted after her.

All in one go.

Si Jingnian’s cool goddess image completely collapsed. It’s gone for good! She’s clearly a sharp-tongued goddess—no, just a sharp-tongued woman! From today, she doesn’t deserve the goddess title!