My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 15

This was the first time Lu Ying had seen President Jian in such a “homely” light. Her face was bare and clean, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. Her lips, usually a bold red, were now a soft cherry-pink. She didn’t look like the sharp, intellectual leader from the office; she looked like the gentle, sweet “older sister” next door.

Well, Lu Ying thought, I wanted to look at a beauty to bleach my eyes, and here she is.

Oddly enough, she felt the bespectacled President Jian looked a bit familiar. Where had she seen her before?

Lu Ying dazed for a moment, then snapped back, flashing her standard professional smile. “What a coincidence, President Jian! You live in this complex too?”

Tossing the last bag of trash, Jian Qin clicked her phone screen off and tucked it into her pocket. “Mm. What brings you here?”

As she moved, the skin on her wrist was exposed. Lu Ying stole a glance. It was perfectly smooth, with no trace of a burn.

“Linchuan moved today, so I came to help her.” She gave a polite smile, planning to make a quick exit. “I won’t bother you then, I’ll just—”

Jian Qin interrupted her. “Weren’t you looking for the South Gate?”

“Ah… yes.”

Jian Qin pointed in a certain direction. “It’s over there. I’ll take you… or would you like to come up for a bit?”

Visit a superior’s house empty-handed?!

Talk about awkward!

“No, no, no!” Lu Ying shook her head vigorously. Realizing she might sound a bit blunt, she added, “I have things to do today, maybe another time. Uh… President Jian, if you just tell me the way, I won’t trouble you.”

“It’s no trouble. Let’s go.”

“…” Since she insisted, Lu Ying had no choice but to follow her toward the South Gate.

They walked in silence for a while until Jian Qin tilted her head toward her, initiating a conversation. “Are you heading home now?”

Lu Ying nodded. “Yeah. The GPS told me to go through the West Gate, but it turns out that gate is sealed.”

Jian Qin explained, “Someone’s house was broken into last month. The property management felt there were too many entrances to monitor, so they closed the West Gate.”

Lu Ying gasped. “Did they catch the thief?”

“They did.”

“Well, that’s good… but the security here looks great, how did a thief even get in?” Lu Ying frowned, saying earnestly, “President Jian, make sure you lock your doors and windows when you go out.”

Jian Qin smiled. “Thank you. I will.” She adjusted her glasses, prompting Lu Ying to ask, “By the way, I never see you wearing glasses. Do you usually wear contacts?”

“No,” Jian Qin replied. “I had laser eye surgery a few years ago. These are just non-prescription blue-light blockers.”

“I see… does the surgery hurt?”

“Not really. Though my eye pressure spiked right before the procedure, so I had to stay in the hospital an extra day…”

As she spoke, the smile on Jian Qin’s face gradually faded. She stole a glance at the girl beside her, her throat bobbing slightly. Lu Ying, oblivious to the shift in mood, continued asking about the surgery.

They chatted like regular friends until they reached the gate. Lu Ying smiled. “Thanks, President Jian! I see the gate. You should head back. Have a great weekend!”

Jian Qin stopped to look at her. When Lu Ying looked back, her heart gave a little flutter, and she quickly averted her eyes.

Lord… how can she be this pretty without makeup?

Jian Qin’s “peach-blossom” eyes, usually framed by mature, professional makeup, gave off a steady, dignified vibe at work. But now, even behind the lenses, they held a natural, captivating spark. Locking eyes with her felt like being swept up in an unspoken, tender affection.

Looking into those eyes, it would be easy for anyone to mistake her gaze for love. Lu Ying felt that if she were a man, she would have probably surrendered to President Jian’s loungewear charms right then and there.

Jian Qin also seemed to sense the strange tension in that gaze. She looked down at her phone and nodded. “Bye. Have a good weekend.”

Lu Ying waved and jogged out of the complex.

******

As she walked toward the bus stop, the scene of her and President Jian played on a loop in her head.

It felt less awkward today than it did yesterday. That discovery made her a little happy.

…Only a little!

Lu Ying didn’t want to admit her “favorability” toward President Jian was skyrocketing. She hurriedly shoved her to the back of her mind and started scrolling through Weibo to find old wishes to fulfill.

Most of her recent wishes were about “getting rich,” but the heroine was already wealthy enough to pave her bathroom with South African diamonds. Besides, book-wealth didn’t translate to real-life cash, so that wish was useless.

Scrolling back further to Valentine’s Day, she saw she had wished for a boyfriend…

Hmm, come to think of it, maybe a girlfriend wouldn’t be so bad?

President Jian’s face flashed in her mind. Lu Ying suddenly had a dangerous thought, which she immediately shook her head to dispel.

Dreaming is fine, but don’t lose your mind, Lu Ying! You can’t lose yourself in a fictional world!

She lectured herself repeatedly until the stirrings in her heart subsided. Then, she kept scrolling. She found a post from last year’s graduation season. She had shared a friend’s travel vlog from an amusement park. Her friend had gone with a boyfriend, taken beautiful photos, and looked incredibly happy.

Lu Ying’s quote-retweet had been: [So jealous! qwq I want to go to an amusement park with a hottie and have him take gorgeous photos of me, boohoo.]

Hey, that wish is doable!

She could write a universe-tier luxury amusement park with the best rides and views in minutes! However, her wish had changed slightly. She didn’t want to write a “hottie” to accompany her; she wanted the maid.

Lu Ying started writing immediately. Even though she got carsick if she stared at her phone for too long on the bus, she managed to finish half a chapter by the time she reached her stop.

In this new chapter: The maid, who has maxed out her photography skills, accompanies the Young Mistress to the amusement park over the weekend. No bodyguards, no butler—just the two of them. The maid takes countless beautiful photos of the Mistress, and they even take a selfie together.

It was a perfect fulfillment of her old wish.

Lu Ying also took the chance to name them. She couldn’t remember that “Man-Lian” name for the life of her, so she chose two simple ones. Her pen name was “Ran You Feng,” so she named her character An Lingran—it was meaningful and very “Mary Sue,” fitting for an heiress.

As for President Jian, since she usually looked like a “Flower on a High Ridge,” Lu Ying named her Hua Hua (Flower).

I really am a natural at naming things, she thought.

******

After getting home, she finished the amusement park scene and lay in bed, thinking of more wishes. Perhaps she was exhausted from moving and the long bus ride, but she accidentally fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was dusk. She sat up, staring at the darkening sky in a daze. She’d just had a dream—not a transmigration, just a normal dream.

She dreamed she was sitting on the sofa at Sister Zhuan’s new place with a bare-faced President Jian. They were watching a movie. Lu Ying was moved to tears by the plot, and President Jian wiped them away, pressing Lu Ying’s head onto her shoulder.

“Don’t be sad. Lean on me.”

Jian Qin’s voice was devastatingly gentle, like a soft breeze over a mountain stream. Lu Ying didn’t remember what she said, only the inexplicable sense of peace she felt leaning against that shoulder.

…

Memory over, she clutched her hair in distress.

How did I lean on her so naturally? Even in the dream, I knew she was President Jian, not the maid! How could I have the face to do that?!

You must separate reality from fiction!

She rubbed her face hard to wake herself up. Still, the dream was a gain—it confirmed that napping during the day wouldn’t trigger a transmigration. Still, better safe than sorry; she’d avoid naps from now on.

*****

Because she’d slept all afternoon, Lu Ying couldn’t fall asleep at night. She tossed and turned, thinking of the book-world delicacies, but she remained wide awake.

On the other side of the city, Jian Qin was propped up against her headboard, reading intently on her phone.

The last time she’d read web novels was during her student days. After hearing the teacher’s lecture in her dream, she had searched for the title on a whim. To her surprise, it existed.

Gourmet Galactic: Wealth and Love through Cooking by Ran You Feng.

Could my transmigration be related to this author?

Jian Qin searched the author’s Weibo and profile for anything related to a maid and heiress, but found nothing. The author had been stable a few years ago but had barely posted in the last few months. Jian Qin read some of her stories—some were serious, some were sweet. The writing was decent.

Ran You Feng seemed like a normal adult, not a child capable of writing that nonsensical Mary Sue parody.

The trail went cold. With no other leads, she started reading the “Gourmet” novel. She’d been reading it since the morning.

It was late, and she had work tomorrow. The disciplined President Jian put down her phone and turned out the light.

“…”

But she was curious to see if the heroine could win over the General’s daughter with egg-yolk pastries.

Just one more chapter.

Jian Qin was a woman of action. She sat up, turned on the nightstand lamp, and kept reading. An hour later, she read the part where the heroine was bullied by the Imperial Marshal, only for the General’s daughter to beg her father for help.

She still didn’t know how the heroine would solve the mess, but she knew that if she didn’t sleep now, she’d have a mess at the office tomorrow.

Jian Qin finally committed to sleeping. However, the “post-novel syndrome” kept her mind racing through the plot. Unable to sleep, she got up, drank some water, and took a sleeping pill she hadn’t touched in months.

This time, she drifted off quickly.

When she woke up, she wasn’t in the dining hall. She was in the classroom. The Young Mistress was resting on her shoulder, fast asleep.

Suddenly, the lunch bell rang. Simultaneously, a prompt sounded in Jian Qin’s mind:

“Attention: New naming settings loaded. The Young Mistress is named An Lingran, daughter of the An family. Your name is Hua Hua. Now, wake the Miss and take her to the dining hall for lunch.”

Jian Qin: “…”

Setting aside the sudden update… why did the Young Mistress get a normal name while she was called Hua Hua?!

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