My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 16

The small head on her shoulder stirred. With a complicated tangle of emotions, Jian Qin lightly patted the Young Mistress’s hand. “Miss, it’s time for lunch.”

Lu Ying had actually been awake for a while, but she was so exhausted that she found herself too lazy to move, content to remain slumped against the maid. Hearing the call, she finally yawned, opened her eyes, and propped up her heavy head.

So, if I stay up too late in the real world, I wake up here feeling like I haven’t slept enough…

She was so drowsy that she tried to say something, but only managed another yawn. Looking at the girl’s watery, red-rimmed eyes, Jian Qin felt her heart soften.

Should she… let the Young Mistress lean on her and sleep a little longer?

Just as she was about to suggest it, the girl suddenly stood up. Jian Qin had no choice but to follow.

Despite the fatigue, the anticipation of gourmet food won out. Lu Ying announced with renewed vigor, “Let’s go! Time to eat!”

Because she had written that the maid would escort her to the dining hall, they didn’t need a guide this time. The maid led her straight to their destination. Being the “universal favorite,” she naturally attracted a massive flock of admirers along the way, all buzzing and chirping behind her like a cloud of starlings.

By now, Lu Ying was used to the noise. She ignored them entirely, marching forward with icy coolness.

The Fourth Brother had invited her to lunch. Lu Ying hadn’t detailed his specific plot points, so she was caught off guard when she saw a massive crowd gathered outside the luxury dining hall. It turned out her Fourth Brother was waiting for her at the entrance, inadvertently attracting a sea of fangirls.

…She wondered where all these admirers came from. There were already so many following her; how were there still enough left to swarm her brother?

The Fourth Young Master spotted her from the middle of the pack, and his smile brightened instantly, like a miniature sun descending to earth. The crowd automatically parted to create a path. He waved and bounced on the spot, his golden curls dancing with every movement. “Sister!”

The boy’s hearty laugh was like the scorching summer sun—passionate and captivating. The girls around him broke into fits of screaming. The most dramatic one was so overcome that she burst into tears, shrieked, “Please stop smiling, I can’t take it anymore!” and promptly fainted.

Lu Ying: “…”

Wow. My first time seeing someone actually faint from a smile.

She hadn’t written that specific reaction, but she was learning that this world naturally generated details that felt “logical” within the Mary Sue setting. Given his sunny personality and devastatingly handsome face, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say he had that effect on people.

Meanwhile, the beautiful youth continued to radiate that lethal charm. He looked at the fainted girl with concern. “Is she alright? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, AHHH, BUT I’M NOT!”

“Oh my god, even his worried face is so handsome!”

The screaming was giving Lu Ying a headache. She quickly grabbed her Fourth Brother’s sleeve and pulled him toward the dining hall.

Jian Qin watched as she tugged on the boy’s sleeve, then saw the boy look back with a doting smile. Her brow furrowed slightly—an unidentifiable prickle of annoyance hit her. Before she could process the feeling, she had already stepped forward and taken the Young Mistress’s hand.

“Eh?” Lu Ying looked back, confused by the maid’s sudden initiative.

But she certainly didn’t mind it. Lu Ying immediately let go of her brother’s sleeve and happily interlaced her fingers with the maid’s.

The Fourth Young Master had just been enjoying his sister’s rare show of affection, only to be instantly abandoned as soon as the maid grabbed her hand.

She gave me up so easily!

The young master couldn’t control his sorrow; even his golden curls seemed to droop. “Sister… when we were little, you loved holding my hand.”

Lu Ying, knowing he was just a fictional character, bluffed with a straight face: “But Brother, I’m all grown up now. I prefer holding the hands of pretty older sisters.”

Fourth Young Master: “…”

He felt like something was wrong with that logic, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

******

The luxury dining hall didn’t allow anyone whose annual family income was below 100 billion to enter, so their fanbases were cut off at the door, bringing some much-needed peace. Within the public dining area was the Young Mistress’s private mini-restaurant. Two bodyguards brought by the Fourth Brother stood at the door. Seeing them approach, they roared in unison, “GOOD AFTERNOON, YOUNG MISTRESS!” before heaving the doors open.

The doors here were much smaller than the ones at home, which took Lu Ying a moment to adjust to.

Inside, a table only ten meters long sat in the center. Two chairs were placed close together on the side facing the door. Lu Ying squinted, guessing this was her brother’s arrangement to sit near her.

Hah, in his dreams!

She tightened her grip on the maid and jogged to the two chairs, calling back to her brother who was now trailing behind: “Brother, we’ll sit here! You find another chair!”

Fourth Young Master: ???

That was supposed to be his and his sister’s spot!!

The sunny youth instantly transformed into a “Melancholy Prince,” his sadness almost becoming a physical aura.

Lu Ying’s mind was occupied entirely by food; she had no time to soothe his wounded ego. Once seated, she turned to the nearby servant. “When is the food coming?”

The servant looked to the Fourth Young Master for instruction. Summoning what was left of his spirit for his sister’s sake, he sighed, “Now.”

A line of servants filed in, placing dish after dish onto the table. Lu Ying looked at the dozens of gourmet options, her eyes gleaming.

Worth it! Totally worth it! Who cares about transmigrating every night? For food like this, I’ll do it for fifty years!

The final dish, roasted lamb chops, was served. A servant deboned the meat for her and placed it on her plate. Since “President Jian” had been pulled into the seat next to her, Lu Ying made sure she wasn’t left out, ordering a portion for her as well.

Three servants stood by Lu Ying: one to describe the dishes, one to shell the seafood, and one to clear empty plates. Lu Ying was so happy she could cry. A bite of shrimp here, a bite of beef there… occasionally, a servant would even feed her a cherry tomato marinated in sake to cleanse her palette.

The sake-marinated tomato was incredibly refreshing with a hint of floral aroma, followed by the natural sweetness of the fruit. Lu Ying liked it so much she scooped one into the maid’s spoon. “Try this. It’s delicious.”

Across from them, the Fourth Young Master was practically burning with jealousy.

So frustrating! Sister didn’t even offer me one!

Heck, she hasn’t even looked at me once since she sat down!

Jian Qin had eaten quite a bit of meat with her and was starting to feel the richness of the meal. She held the spoon, but as she brought it to her lips, she caught a faint scent of alcohol.

She lowered the spoon. “Is there alcohol in this?”

Lu Ying, busy stuffing almond tofu into her mouth, mumbled, “Mm-hmm.”

Jian Qin set her fork down. “I’m sorry, Miss. I’m allergic to alcohol.”

“Allergic?” Lu Ying swallowed hard and reacted instantly, snatching a piece of beef off the maid’s plate. “Then you can’t eat this either! It’s beef braised in red wine!”

Jian Qin blinked. “But I already ate some.”

Lu Ying turned frantically to the servants. “Is there any allergy medicine?”

They all shook their heads.

She was about to get up and search for some when Jian Qin stopped her. “It’s okay, Miss. If it was just a little bit, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Lu Ying was still worried, already planning to write in a plot point about the maid’s allergy being cured tomorrow. She didn’t know how alcohol allergies worked in real life, but in her book, she’d just write it away!

Speaking of which, she still didn’t know if the real President Jian had actually been burned. If she had been, and if the maid’s arm healing meant the real Jian Qin healed too, it would prove that the maid’s state influenced reality. If the real Jian Qin hadn’t been burned, then she had just healed an NPC.

She was suddenly dying of curiosity. Why hadn’t she thought to check when she bumped into President Jian earlier today? Oh well, she could ask tomorrow… if she could find a way to make it natural.

For the rest of the meal, Lu Ying kept asking the maid if she felt okay or if she had any other dietary restrictions. Learning that she was also allergic to certain seafood, Lu Ying felt a wave of pity. Seafood is so good, and my little maid can’t eat it!

Say no more. I’ll cure her seafood allergy on the subway tomorrow!

After sampling about a dozen of the dishes, Lu Ying was full. She looked at the remaining food with longing, telling herself there would be more in the future. Still, as she stood up, she felt her dress was significantly tighter.

She sucked in her stomach, elegantly wiped her mouth, and smiled at her brother. “Thanks for the lunch, Brother. Dining with you was a pleasure.”

The Fourth Young Master looked at her woefully. But you didn’t look at me even once!

Still, she was his favorite sister. Despite his internal heartbreak, he flashed a brilliant smile. “As long as Sister is happy!”

Lu Ying walked around the table and patted his shoulder. “I’m going to wander around and digest a bit.”

“Where are you going? Let’s go together!”

“No, no, Brother. You should head back early,” Lu Ying said, patting him again. “Your fans follow you and faint everywhere. It’s a bit scary. My fans just make noise.”

Fourth Young Master: “…”

Is it his fault he was born this handsome?!

The young master watched her leave with a wounded expression, having lost his chance to stroll through the campus because of his “dangerous” fanbase.

****

As soon as she left the dining hall, the crowd gathered again, praising her beauty and virtues. Lu Ying wondered if these people had literally nothing else to do. Why must they spend all day sucking up to the heroine?

It made her too embarrassed to hold the maid’s hand.

As they wandered the campus, the constant chatter behind her gave her a headache. She decided to move the plot along to the music room.

The music room was on the seventh floor of the castle—effectively the twenty-something floor of a normal building. At first, the admirers followed her, but by the third floor, they gave up. “Ah, we should head back and study. Only then will the Young Mistress like us!” they claimed while retreating.

Lu Ying scoffed internally. You’re just tired of climbing! What a lame excuse! Come back and climb if you’re so loyal!

She rolled her eyes and kept climbing, huffing and puffing. Why had she decided to “walk off” her lunch? She could have eaten two more bowls of rice just by climbing these stairs!

And me—I’m the idiot who wrote the food but forgot to write an elevator!

By the sixth floor, Lu Ying was done. If the maid hadn’t been holding her arm, she would have collapsed onto the stairs.

Perhaps because of her “settings,” Jian Qin—the maid who carried the Miss out of bed every morning—wasn’t tired at all. She watched the exhausted girl and struggled internally.

Finally, she let go. Since this is an illusory world, and what I want to do isn’t excessive… I’ll just do it.

Jian Qin took a deep breath. She suddenly leaned down, slipped one arm under the girl’s knees and the other around her back, and scooped her up into a bridal carry.

Lu Ying yelped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around the maid’s neck. She looked up at her in shock.

What’s happening?!

A sudden bridal carry? This is… oddly embarrassing.

The Young Mistress’s eyes began to fade into a soft, pale pink. Jian Qin’s lips quirked up into a gentle smile. “Miss has worked hard. There’s only one floor left. Allow me to carry you up.”

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