My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 2

Lu Ying charged into the office building at a hundred-meter-dash pace, clocking in at exactly 9:00 AM.

After swiping her card, she let out a long, relieved exhale and patted her chest. Good. My life has been spared for another day.

With a lighter spring in her step, she headed to her workstation. Resting on her desk was the file Jian Qin had mentioned yesterday. Lu Ying opened the folder and saw that it had been fully revised; Jian Qin had even gone the extra mile and signed off on it.

Her boss’s handwriting was sharp and elegant; much like the woman herself—carrying a cold sort of grace backed by hidden strength.

The work was still credited to Lu Ying; Jian Qin wasn’t like her previous “trash” boss.

Lu Ying stared at the name “Jian Qin” on the page. Memories of the dream-maid version of her boss flashed through her mind, and she had to clap a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

To be honest… Jian Qin actually looked quite good in that outfit.

My little brain really knows how to come up with things, she thought.

Lu Ying set down her bag and booted up her computer. Her neighbor, Sister Zhuan, rolled her chair over and whispered, “Sakura, have you noticed? President Jian isn’t here yet.”

Lu Ying was stunned. “It’s 9:05. Doesn’t she start work at 8:30 sharp every day?”

“Exactly,” Zhuan replied, glancing toward the corner office. “In the two years I’ve been here, this is the first time I’ve ever seen her late.”

Lu Ying blinked, feeling a sudden, inexplicable twinge of guilt. Why was it that as soon as she dreamed about Jian Qin, such a rare event occurred? Surely it didn’t have anything to do with her?

She shook her head. It was just a dream; Jian Qin being late had nothing to do with her subconscious revenge.

The gossip session ended as quickly as it began. They worked as out-sourced contractors for a foreign firm, which meant that due to the time difference, their mornings were always a chaotic race against the clock.

Lu Ying propped her chin in her hand and opened her inbox. While waiting for her emails to refresh, she grabbed her mug and headed to the breakroom for water. Passing the elevators, she happened to see Jian Qin stepping out.

It was 9:10 AM. She never thought she’d see the day she caught her boss being late.

Inside, Lu Ying was gloating, but on the outside, she remained perfectly polite. “Good morning, President Jian!”

Jian Qin looked exhausted. She froze for a split second upon seeing Lu Ying, then gave a slow, measured “Morning.”

Her usually high-energy boss looked more than a little wilted today. Lu Ying couldn’t help but link it back to her dream again. Feeling sheepish, she clutched her mug and bolted.

Jian Qin stood frozen, staring at Lu Ying’s retreating back with her brow furrowed.

Was everything yesterday… truly just a dream?

Or was it…

Seeing someone else approach, Jian Qin quickly retracted her gaze and hurried into her office.

*****

The workday felt like it was on fast-forward. Before Lu Ying knew it, lunch had arrived.

Sister Zhuan closed her laptop and waved her phone. “Sakura, I found a new Hunan place. Word is their gravy-soaked rice is legendary. Want to go?”

“I’m in! Let’s go.”

Lu Ying saved her files and followed her to the elevators, listening to the rundown of the restaurant’s signature dishes.

Sister Zhuan’s real name was Yu Linchuan. She was a kind-hearted, easy-going woman who, during her orientation, had called herself a “brick”, wherever the company needed her, she’d be moved there to fill the gap. Eventually, those close to her just started calling her “Sister Zhuan” (Sister Brick).

She had mentored Lu Ying when she first joined. At first, it was out of professional courtesy, but after a month of exploring a new, delicious restaurant every day, they became inseparable lunch buddies. Lu Ying now clung to her “legendary” status for food recommendations.

Being friends with someone like Sister Zhuan meant never having to worry about what to eat.

Lu Ying wasn’t a picky eater. She enjoyed everything Linchuan suggested, and Linchuan loved feeding her.

As the two “foodies” stepped into the elevator, dreaming of Hunan cuisine, a familiar voice called out from behind: “Wait.”

Lu Ying turned back and immediately held the door open, flashing her standard professional smile. “Good morning—er, good afternoon, President Jian!”

Jian Qin stepped into the elevator. Seeing the person who had just been bubbling with excitement over food turn into a formal, distant subordinate made her eyelashes flutter. She gave a curt “Mm.”

Sister Zhuan greeted her as well, then turned her screen back to Lu Ying.

“This looks incredible…” Lu Ying lowered her voice, pointing at the screen with excitement. “I want this one!”

“Yeah, I heard their portions are huge. We can pack half of it up before we eat so you have something for your overtime tonight.”

Lu Ying wanted to tell her to stop wishing for such a tragedy, but looking at today’s workload, overtime seemed inevitable. Thinking she was safe behind Jian Qin’s back, she shot a mournful, resentful glare at her boss’s shoulders.

As luck would have it, Jian Qin chose that exact moment to turn around. “Lu Ying, you don’t need to work overtime at the office tonight. You’re coming with me… to handle some business.”

Lu Ying, her eyes going wide as saucers: “…”

Why tell me this right before I eat?! My appetite is ruined!

Great. Overtime used to be in the office; now it was “on the road.” Was this going to involve client dinners and heavy drinking?

Lu Ying had chosen this job specifically because it handled foreign cases that didn’t usually require the dreaded Chinese “social drinking” culture. That was her hard line. Instead of agreeing immediately, she asked, “President Jian… is it a drinking event?”

“No.”

Ah… okay then. As long as she had a beautiful woman for company, handling business was fine.

The elevator reached the ground floor. With her mind still half-fixed on the rice, Lu Ying blurted out a quick “We’ll be going now, President Jian!” and fled.

Sister Zhuan was dragged along by the arm as they squeezed through the security gate together, earning a loud, electronic warning beep from the sensors.

Once they were outside, Sister Zhuan asked, “Why didn’t you ask what you’re doing tonight?”

Lu Ying grinned. “Unhappy thoughts are for after I’m full. Let’s eat!”

Yu Linchuan laughed. She liked being friends with Lu Ying largely because of her optimism. Being around her was like having a little sun by your side; hurdles that seemed impossible to others were just tiny pebbles to Lu Ying.

*****

The gravy rice lived up to the hype. Lu Ying stopped her chopsticks just a moment before her stomach reached its breaking point, giving Sister Zhuan a slow, appreciative thumbs-up that made the older woman burst out laughing.

Back at the office, Lu Ying rubbed her stomach while tackling her cases. Sister Zhuan looked at her with concern. The girl usually only ate half a bowl, but today she’d put away two and a half. She was definitely suffering.

Lu Ying was secretly full of regret. It wasn’t like the restaurant was going anywhere; why did she have to be so ruthless to herself?

An hour later, the bloated feeling hadn’t faded. Her stomach had officially gone on strike. Hearing from Sister Zhuan that black tea helps digestion, Lu Ying clutched her stomach and headed to the breakroom, only to run into Jian Qin getting coffee.

At Lu Ying’s old job, every manager had an assistant for every tiny task. Here, seeing President Jian do everything herself felt surprisingly grounded.

“Afternoon, President Jian.” Lu Ying dropped a tea bag into her Shiba Inu mug and waited for the hot water.

Jian Qin noticed her clutching her midsection. Setting her coffee aside, she asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

As Jian Qin stepped closer, Lu Ying admitted sheepishly, “I overate at lunch…”

She saw Jian Qin pause mid-motion. Lu Ying realized how embarrassing the reason was and gave a nervous “Heh-heh” to break the tension.

Jian Qin blinked, clearly not expecting that answer. “Come to my office.”

Lu Ying stood there clutching her mug. Seriously, Sir? I need a manager-level intervention because I’m full?!

She followed Jian Qin reluctantly, thinking to herself: I am definitely writing another chapter on the way home. I’ll make the maid accompany the Heiress to school. The Heiress gets a luxury limo; the maid has to ride a bicycle.

Let’s see how tired she gets!

Inside the office, Jian Qin pulled a blister pack of digestive tablets from her drawer and handed them over. “Here. Take three.”

Oh. She just wanted to give her medicine.

Lu Ying was indeed miserable, so she didn’t stand on ceremony. She chewed three tablets. Whether it was the medicine or just the placebo effect, she felt better almost instantly.

Fine, fine. I was being petty. President Jian is beautiful and kind; I’ll let the maid ride in the car to school with the Heiress.

Lu Ying thanked her sincerely. As she turned to leave, Jian Qin called out, “If you still feel unwell, come to me to request leave.”

“Thanks, President Jian, but I think I’ll be fine soon.” To prove her point, Lu Ying patted her stomach. “This guy is usually a team player.”

Jian Qin wasn’t expecting the gesture and couldn’t help but smile.

Lu Ying froze.

When Jian Qin smiled, her eyes softened considerably, losing that sharp edge of professional distance. Without the “Boss Filter,” she was even more stunning. There was a touch of youthful innocence hidden in her maturity; a strange sense of familiarity that made Lu Ying want to get a little closer.

Wait.

Closer? No, Lu Ying, snap out of it! That is your BOSS!

The smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Lu Ying awkwardly lifted her mug. “I’ll get back to it. Thanks again!”

Jian Qin nodded. “Go ahead.”

******

Back at her desk, Lu Ying let out a heavy breath. It seemed yesterday’s dream had made her bold; now she was imagining all sorts of things.

Once the tablets kicked in, her stomach resumed its duties and the bloating vanished. Having finished her current task, she slipped away to the breakroom for a bit of “paid slacking.”

The chapter she posted yesterday had gained more comments. She scrolled through them, stopping at one that read: I’m speechless. Who would ever have a 999-square-meter bed?

Lu Ying: “…”

Me. I’ve seen it. I even had a track-and-field sprint across it last night.

When people are idle, they want to chat. Lu Ying sent a crying emoji to “Rainbow Doggy-Egg” and recounted the details of her dream.

*****

[Sakura-chan: Do you think I was actually dreaming?]

[Rainbow Doggy-Egg: If it were a real transmigration, you’d at least have to finish a whole chapter before coming back. Waking up just because you were carried out of bed? I suspect you’ve just been thirsting after your boss for too long, and my comment yesterday gave you a ‘spicy’ dream.]

[Sakura-chan: Ptooey!! That wasn’t a spicy dream, it was a nightmare!]

[Rainbow Doggy-Egg: I’d love to have a ‘nightmare’ about being carried out of bed by a hottie.] [Blush]

[Sakura-chan: …My boss is a woman, thank you.]

[Rainbow Doggy-Egg: As a 100% straight girl, I only dream of handsome guys. Women aren’t in my repertoire.] [Blush]

[Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Though personally, I’d rather be carried TO the bed.] [Blush]

[Sakura-chan: …………]

[Sakura-chan: Go away, Doggy-Egg.]

[Sakura-chan: My mom told me not to play with perverts!]

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