My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 1

Today was just another day of being trampled by the gears of management.

Having finally slogged through her workload, Lu Ying rubbed her tired eyes and glanced at the clock in the corner of her computer screen. She surreptitiously grabbed her phone to vent to her best friend.

[Sakura-chan: You probably won’t believe this, but I’ve been working until 10 PM every single night for a month.]

[Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Hahaha, have some confidence. I totally believe you.]

[Sakura-chan: Is that even human? Do you hear yourself?!]

[Sakura-chan: I’m seriously done. All this overtime and not a cent of a raise. They want the horse to run, but they won’t give the horse any hay. :)]

The faint rustle of shoes against the carpet sounded behind her. Lu Ying scrambled to ditch her phone, clutching a stack of files as she stood up.

“Finished?”

A crisp, clear female voice rang out. Lu Ying rolled her eyes toward the back of her head before spinning around to present the documents with a sweet, polished smile. “Yes, President Jian. All done!”

“I trust your work,” Jian Qin said, taking the files and skimming them. “You did a good job.”

Well, obviously! It’s free labor—of course it’s good! Does exploiting employees always taste this sweet?!

Lu Ying kept the screaming confined to her head. In reality, she wore a mask of pure humility. “Oh, it was nothing. I still have so much to learn.”

Jian Qin didn’t respond. She stood there, reviewing the meeting materials Lu Ying had just organized. Lu Ying was itching to pack up and go home, but just as she was about to speak, Jian Qin’s hand stopped mid-page.

“There’s a slight issue here,” Jian Qin said, spreading the document across the desk and pointing to a specific section. “Actually, the settings for the topics could be a bit more concise—”

As she spoke, Lu Ying’s phone vibrated twice on the desk, the screen lighting up with a fresh notification.

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Wait, so do you want your manager to give you ‘hay’ or just ‘lay’ you?

Lu Ying: “…” F—k!

She prayed to every god she knew that her manager hadn’t seen it. However, when their eyes met, the subtle shift in Jian Qin’s expression told her everything.

She saw it. She absolutely saw it!

Lu Ying’s lips twitched into a stiff, panicked grin. Her brain shifted into overdrive, desperately trying to salvage her reputation. “President Jian, we were talking about… an otome game! There’s a character you can romance who happens to be the protagonist’s manager… My friend just has a, uh, colorful way of speaking! Please don’t mind her!”

She didn’t even believe her own excuse, but Jian Qin seemed to take it at face value. She nodded. “It’s fine. Playing games to relax after work is good for the mind.”

Lu Ying let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her manager wasn’t angry; her life was spared.

However… she decided she was going to block “Rainbow Doggy-Egg” for exactly one hour. 🙂

Breaking a cold sweat, Lu Ying listened to the rest of the feedback. She reached out to take the files back for revisions, but Jian Qin pulled them to her side. “I’ll handle the rest of the edits. Go home and get some rest.”

“You too, President Jian. Rest well.”

As she turned away, Lu Ying’s inner monologue returned with a vengeance. Rest well, my ass. It’s practically tomorrow. Besides, she’d been prepping that client material for a week. Was Jian Qin really going to make a few tiny tweaks at the last minute and take all the credit? Lu Ying grumbled as she packed. She couldn’t help the cynicism; her previous boss had been a master of that particular brand of exploitation.

Vampire capitalist.

She stole a glance at Jian Qin’s retreating figure and added a mental footnote.

No… she’s a very beautiful vampire capitalist.

If there was one silver lining to these endless nights of overtime, it was being in the company of a woman as refined and stunning as Jian Qin.

Quickly grabbing her bag, Lu Ying dashed to the elevators and checked her messages.

[Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Wait, so do you want your manager to give you ‘hay’ or just ‘lay’ you?]

“…”

Agh, you dog!!

Forgetting her vow of silence, Lu Ying fired back an angry reply.

[Sakura-chan: YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING!!!]

[Sakura-chan: I almost had to resign on the spot because of you!!!]

[Rainbow Doggy-Egg: ? What’d I do?]

[Sakura-chan: MY MANAGER SAW YOUR MESSAGE!!!!!!]

Naturally, her friend’s only response was a string of “Hahaha”s.

Lu Ying stuffed her phone away in a huff and marched into the subway station in her small heels. Finding a seat in the nearly empty carriage, she rubbed her aching shoulders and pulled out her phone to write.

As the saying goes: a corporate slave without a side hustle isn’t a good slave.

Beyond being a ten-to-ten office worker, Lu Ying was a web novelist. Back in university, she had been a literal writing machine, but the “vampire” lifestyle of the corporate world had reduced her output to a few stuttering completions. Since jumping to her current company three months ago, she hadn’t had time for a full-length novel. She wrote short stories just to stop her hands from itching.

After seeing a viral post mocking old-school “Mary Sue” tropes yesterday, inspiration had struck. She decided to write a “social revenge” parody.

The plot? She would be a “Seven-Colored Mary Sue” heiress, and her tyrannical capitalist boss, Ms. Jian, would be her personal maid who catered to her every whim.

Just thinking about it made her giddy.

Since it was a brainless Mary Sue parody, the words flowed effortlessly. By the time she reached her stop, she’d finished the first chapter. She generated the long-form image and hit Publish on Weibo.

Emerging from the subway, she stopped at a convenience store for breakfast bread. She picked up one, hesitated, and grabbed a second. In her hands, no single piece of bread ever survived until morning—unless she bought two.

Back at home, she predictably succumbed to temptation. Munching on a pineapple bun, she scrolled through her comments.

[User_A: I will pay top dollar for a pair of eyes that haven’t seen this.]

[ZombieMo: Hahaha, the cringe is so strong I’m literally curling into a ball!]

[Xiao_Jin: Am I the only one who thinks this is actually good? Author, update faster!]

[Milk_Tea: It’s got that specific ‘flavor’ ][doge]

[You_Are_Right: Is the pairing the Heiress and the Maid? I’ve never seen a maid with this much screen time. Carrying her out of bed every day? That’s too sweet.]

*****

Lu Ying looked back at her draft. Maybe the maid descriptions were a bit excessive.

Whatever. Who cared? Writing it felt great.

She was going to boss that maid around like crazy! Forget working until ten; the maid would stay by her side all night. Changing clothes, washing up, brushing hair; the maid would do it all!

Her favorite setting so far: every morning, the maid had to carry the Young Mistress out of her 999-square-meter bed.

Hah. Let’s see how tired she gets.

Lu Ying swallowed the last bite of her bun, tossed the wrapper, and crawled into bed.

God, I want a vacation…

I don’t want to be a corporate slave anymore…

She pulled her covers up, reluctantly set her alarm, hugged her panda plushie, and drifted off into a deep sleep.

It was the most comfortable she had felt in years.

******

In the morning, soft sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, pooling on the floor. Lu Ying opened her eyes to a hazy glow and felt a wave of confusion.

Why did the window seem so… far away?

Before she could think, she rubbed her eyes and sat up. Halfway through a yawn, a voice chimed in from beside her.

“Good morning, Miss!”

Lu Ying: “…”

Who the hell is in my bed?!

Sleep vanished instantly. The second half of her yawn caught in her throat as she scrambled three meters across the mattress, putting as much distance as possible between herself and the intruder.

“…”

The room was dim, the curtains drawn. She stared, certain she was hallucinating. She rubbed her eyes and looked again.

No way.

She understood the concept of dreaming, but… why was President Jian in her bed?

And why was she wearing something so… so… cute?

The scene was so surreal she didn’t even know how to begin asking a question. What would she even say? ‘President Jian, why are you in a maid outfit in my house?’ She’d sound insane.

The real President Jian would never wear a maid outfit. She was all blazers, slacks, and rigid professionalism.

Lu Ying sat frozen, her fingers digging into the bedsheets out of sheer nerves.

…Wait.

She was three meters away from the person who looked like President Jian, yet she was still on the bed. This wasn’t her five-foot-wide mattress. These sheets were silky and cool, not her usual cheap cotton.

As Lu Ying sat there, paralyzed, the Jian-Qin-look-alike began to crawl toward her.

The beautiful woman in the black-and-white maid uniform looked like she was enduring a great trial. One word at a time, she forced out: “Good morning, Miss. I am here… to carry… you… out… of… bed!”

“…”

Lu Ying’s expression shifted from blank shock to pure horror.

The line was horrifyingly familiar. The tone was a bit less gentle than she’d written, but the dialogue was verbatim.

This was the exact setting of the Mary Sue story she’d written yesterday!

Did I transmigrate into my own book? Then who is this? Did the real President Jian get dragged in here too, or is this just a character who looks like her?! Is the power of a visual reference really this strong?!

While she sat there spiraling, the “Maid-Jian” reached out to pick her up. Lu Ying yelped, backpedaling across the bed while waving her hands frantically. “Sister, no! No, no, stop, don’t—!”

She must have been insane to think this trope was “satisfying” yesterday. It wasn’t satisfying; being bridal-carried out of bed by someone with her boss’s face was the stuff of nightmares!

As she scurried nearly ten meters across the mattress, the realization finally hit her: this bed was the 999-square-meter monstrosity she had invented.

She looked around. The bedroom was vast beyond comprehension.

Case closed. She was in her own book.

What a disaster.

However, as the creator of this world, she realized she held the cards. Shaking off the stupor, her IQ finally returned. She yelled at the person in front of her, “Wait!”

The woman obeyed, stopping instantly.

Lu Ying rubbed her face, trying to stay calm. “Let’s talk this out. You don’t need to carry me. I’ll get down myself. Just tell me.” she looked out over the endless sea of mattress, ” which side of the bed are my slippers on?”

The bed had a circumference of over a hundred meters. She didn’t feel like searching for them.

The maid didn’t answer. Instead, she reached into her small apron pocket and pulled out a remote.

Click.

The room brightened as the lights transitioned from a soft glow to a brilliant radiance. Lu Ying’s jaw dropped.

This bedroom… was… huge.

She was slightly nearsighted, so she couldn’t see the far corners clearly, but she could tell that every single item in the room was the height of luxury.

I can’t believe a few sentences of description created a world this detailed.

While she was lost in thought, the woman moved in. Before Lu Ying could react, she was swept up into a pair of firm arms.

Lu Ying: “…”

I didn’t write that the maid would pull a sneak attack!

Lu Ying kicked her legs. “Let go! Put me—!”

The moment the maid’s feet hit the floor while holding the struggling girl, a sensation of weightlessness washed over Lu Ying. She bolted upright in bed, heart racing.

Broad daylight.

Her carefully chosen sky-blue curtains hung by the window. Her six-month-old cotton sheets were bunched around her. And there was her five-foot bed, where a simple turn of the head revealed her slippers sitting quietly on the floor.

She was back.

No—the whole thing had obviously been a dream. A terrifyingly vivid dream.

Lu Ying shook her head and grabbed her phone. It was 8:10 AM. The strange dream vanished from her mind as she scrambled out of bed.

Crap!

I’m going to be late!

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