My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 19

Being forced to relive her own cringeworthy dialogue repeatedly, Lu Ying had officially entered a state of complete social withdrawal.

The nap plot was complete; next up was wandering around campus before heading home. By the time she descended from the castle’s seventh floor, she had lost all desire to sightsee. She headed straight for the gates. She just wanted to go home early.

It seemed to be springtime in the Mary Sue world, as the cherry blossoms lining the campus boulevard were in full bloom. It had been too crowded in the morning for her to notice the scenery, but now that she was “cutting class,” the campus was nearly deserted. She finally took in the sight of the drifting petals.

Her name contained the character for cherry blossom (Ying) because she was born in March. Her mother had been taking photos under a cherry tree when her water suddenly broke; her father had rushed her to the hospital, and she was born the following morning. Her mother always said that since she couldn’t wait to come out and see the blossoms, she must love them—hence the name Lu Ying.

Because of this, Lu Ying had a special affection for cherry blossoms.

Walking under the trees with “President Jian” by her side, the tension she had carried all day finally dissipated. She took a deep breath and decided to forget her worries for a moment and just indulge in the fantasy.

She glanced over at the maid and saw a petal resting in her hair. Lu Ying reached out and gently tugged her sleeve.

Jian Qin stopped, about to ask what was wrong, when the Young Mistress suddenly stepped close and reached toward her face. Jian Qin instinctively took a step back, but the girl held her sleeve, pulling her back in to pluck the petal from her hair.

Thinking she had startled her, Lu Ying teased, “What are you dodging for? Are you afraid of me?”

Jian Qin shook her head.

In reality, you’re the one who’s more afraid of me.

She said nothing and kept walking. Lu Ying tossed the petal aside, caught up, and took her hand.

The luxury limousine was waiting. The driver didn’t ask why she was leaving early; the maid gave a few instructions, and they set off for home. Lu Ying slumped in her seat. She never wanted to go to school again—it was exhausting.

The moment they arrived, the elegant Butler met them. “Why is the Miss home so early?”

The maid answered for her, “The Miss is tired and wishes to rest.”

The Butler smiled warmly at Lu Ying. “Miss needn’t study so hard. You are so brilliant that you could rank first in the nation without studying at all.”

Lu Ying: “…”

That flattery is terrible! If you don’t study, you can’t even read the questions!

She had no interest in the middle-aged man trying to exude “mature charm” at her. Recalling her added plot point about the doctor, she said, “Please call for Doctor Murong.”

The Butler looked surprised, with a hint of jealousy. “Doctor Murong? The world-class physician who has long harbored a secret crush on you?”

A question mark appeared over Lu Ying’s head. I never added a ‘secret crush’ setting! Is the universal-magnet trait so powerful that every man has to fall for me?

After a pause, she sighed, “Yes, him.”

“Why do you need him? Are you unwell?” The Butler looked concerned.

“I need him. Tell him to come quickly.”

Lu Ying didn’t want to waste more breath. She pulled the maid along the corridor. Suddenly, the maid whispered softly, “Miss is so popular. Everyone loves you.”

Lu Ying detected a hint of the same jealousy she’d seen in the Butler. She couldn’t help but grin. Well, being a universal favorite isn’t so bad if it makes my little maid jealous!

Emboldened by her decision to indulge, Lu Ying let the “smooth talk” fly: “So what? They all like me, but I only like you.”

Jian Qin knew it was just the script, but her heart still took a direct hit. She turned slowly to look at the girl. “Really?”

The girl’s eyes were a soft orange—the color of pure happiness. Lu Ying, having forgotten about the eye-color mechanic, nodded firmly. “Really.”

Jian Qin’s lips curved into a smile. Real or not, as long as she was happy, it was enough.

*****

Back in the bedroom, the maid helped Lu Ying change into her loungewear. Lu Ying couldn’t reach the laces on her back and called for help.

As the maid’s fingers worked through the ribbons, unlooping the complex knots, her warm fingertips accidentally brushed against Lu Ying’s back. The sensation made Lu Ying stiffen, her breath catching in her throat.

Jian Qin tried her best to avoid contact, but the laces were intricate. Her fingertips grazed soft, smooth skin, and her gaze darkened. She sped up her movements.

“Done, Miss,” she whispered.

Lu Ying’s voice was a bit shaky, but she still wanted to tease. “Are you going to keep helping me change?”

The maid remained stoic. “If the Miss requires it, of course.”

Lu Ying immediately lost her nerve and pushed the woman toward the wall. “I’m kidding! Turn around and don’t look back!”

Jian Qin stifled a laugh as she faced the wall. Lu Ying quickly swapped the heavy gown for a simple white gauze dress adorned with pearls at the hem.

Once she was ready, Jian Qin turned back to find the Young Mistress admiring herself in the mirror. After a long silence, a prompt sounded in the maid’s head. “Miss, Doctor Murong has arrived.”

So fast? Lu Ying followed the maid to the door. The walk from the dressing area to the bedroom door was so long that she was slightly out of breath by the time she opened it.

Doctor Murong stood there, tall and handsome, with a delighted smile. However, his hair was a mess. It looked like a bird’s nest.

Seeing her stare, he laughed awkwardly. “I heard the Miss needed me and flew here by helicopter immediately. The wind… might have messed up my hair.”

For the sake of the maid’s cure, Lu Ying gave him some polite flattery. “It’s not messy. It’s ‘effortlessly chic’ and suits your stunning face perfectly.”

Doctor Murong: “…” I think I was just complimented, but why don’t I feel happy?

He smoothed his hair. “Why did you call for me? Are you unwell?”

“I’m fine,” Lu Ying pointed to the maid. “She has alcohol and seafood allergies. Can you cure them?”

The doctor smirked with absolute confidence. “Of course. I have absolute faith in my skills.” He paused, looking at Lu Ying’s hand on her side. “But first, is your stomach okay?”

“I’m fine, I just walked too fast and got a stitch in my side.”

The doctor’s eyes shimmered with bashful joy. “To think you would push yourself to such a limit just to see me sooner…”

You are so narcissistic! It’s because the walk to the door is five miles long!

Lu Ying didn’t bother explaining. He was just a plot device anyway.

The doctor clapped his hands, and several men appeared from her blind spot, carrying large medical crates. He was eager to perform a full checkup on her, but Lu Ying jumped behind the maid. “No! Just cure her.”

They moved to the sitting room—another ten-minute trek. By the time they reached the sofa, Lu Ying’s side was throbbing again. The doctor offered a massage, but she refused instantly. I know you have a ‘crush,’ you’re just looking for an excuse to touch me!

Jian Qin, seeing her discomfort, spoke up. “Doctor Murong, as the Miss’s personal maid, perhaps you could teach me the technique so I may massage her?”

The doctor paused, giving her a look that said ‘If I can’t touch her, you shouldn’t either,’ and turned to Lu Ying. “Miss, raise your right arm… yes, stretch to the left. Deep breath. Hold… 1, 2, 3… good. Repeat.”

Lu Ying did the stretches, and the pain vanished. She was about to thank him when she realized: If a stretch could fix it, why were you so insistent on a massage?!

She glared at him and pushed the maid forward. “Stop worrying about me. Cure her.”

The process was simple. With the “World’s Best Doctor” buff, he mixed a potion on the spot. The moment the maid drank it, Lu Ying felt her head grow heavy.

*****

She opened her eyes in reality to the sunlight piercing through the curtains. The allergies were cured; a new day had begun.

Lu Ying felt that her “lunch” had mostly digested. At the office, she slipped into the breakroom for some “stolen” snacks—specifically, her favorite filled bread.

She was happily munching when her phone buzzed.

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Sis, any ‘sugar’ between you and the manager today? [Excited.jpg]

Lu Ying rolled her eyes and started typing back. She walked out of the breakroom, not paying attention, and collided full-force with someone coming the other way.

Both phones flew out of their hands. Lu Ying didn’t have time to catch them; she grabbed the other person’s arms to steady herself. Looking up, she saw it was the boss and immediately let go, stepping back.

“I’m so sorry, President Jian! I didn’t see you.”

“My apologies, I was looking at my phone.”

They spoke at the same time and shared a quick laugh. Jian Qin leaned down to pick up the phones. Lu Ying followed suit, handing Jian Qin’s phone back to her.

The screen was still on, showing a familiar e-reader interface. Out of curiosity, Lu Ying glanced at the text before handing it over.

The next second, the phone slipped through her fingers again. It hit the metal frame of the breakroom door with a loud crack.

Lu Ying’s mind went blank.

What the…

Why is President Jian reading my ‘Interstellar Gourmet’ novel?!

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