My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 21

As the figure before her stepped away, Lu Ying remained half-reclined on the massive bed, her mind a tangled mess.

For a split second, she had genuinely thought the other woman was about to cross a line. Her heart had hammered against her ribs, and though she couldn’t find the words to object, she had tried to ward the woman off with a “stern” glare, hoping this beauty would return to the path of righteousness.

Fortunately, her eyes were apparently quite intimidating; the woman had ultimately settled for a gentle pinch of her cheek before moving on.

Lu Ying refused to admit she felt a tiny, nagging sliver of disappointment. She propped herself up, noticing that the maid had already placed her shoes by the bed, ready to lead her to the washroom.

The bedroom and the bed were both absurdly large. Looking across the room felt like staring into a vast, empty wilderness. As Lu Ying surveyed the space, a sudden sense of isolation washed over her until her gaze landed on the maid. Only then did she feel a grounding sense of stability.

When she first wrote the role of the maid, it was purely to vent her frustration over overtime and to take a petty jab at her boss. But now, the maid had become the person she looked forward to seeing most each day—the one person who could offer her peace and satisfaction.

Based on her not-so-rigorous deduction that morning, she was almost certain President Jian was the maid. But with each new anomaly, she found herself utterly confused again.

After all, the real President Jian wouldn’t hold that kind of pose, letting her gaze linger on Lu Ying’s face without wavering for a single second. That look—so deep and full of an affection the woman herself seemed unaware of—made Lu Ying almost believe she had been loved for a long time.

Lu Ying wavered. She truly couldn’t tell if the person before her was a “paper person” or a real human. The maid and President Jian felt like two completely different entities to her. She had to tell them apart!

*****

Lost in thought, Lu Ying followed the maid to the bathroom. After dismissing the other “ambitious” maids as usual, she sat on her high throne and let “President Jian” handle the washing. As the soft towel brushed her skin, Lu Ying’s eyes turned a deep, pensive black.

After brushing her teeth and rinsing with a floral dew supposedly collected from a hundred species of flowers, she followed the maid to the walk-in closet. The closet was an endless labyrinth. The maid pulled out a vintage European tea gown and handed it to her.

The fabric was exquisite, covered in handmade embroidery and tiny diamonds that bloomed across the lapel like real flowers. What should have been a comfortable, casual style had been forcefully elevated into a piece of high-luxury art.

Fortunately, tea gowns weren’t difficult to put on; Lu Ying managed it herself. She spun around in front of the massive mirror, indulged in a moment of narcissism, and then called out to the maid facing the wall. “Look. Do I look good?”

The top of the dress featured cascading ruffles that looked loose, but the waist suddenly tapered, showcasing a perfect curve. Jian Qin’s gaze traveled upward. The Young Mistress was smiling like a radiant flower, waiting for her praise.

Jian Qin’s lips quirked into a smile. “Miss is the most beautiful person in the world.”

Satisfied, Lu Ying tossed her hair and winked. “Really?”

Her attempt at flirting was so clumsy that Jian Qin nearly burst out laughing. This version of the “Miss” wasn’t particularly seductive, but she was incredibly adorable.

“Really. More beautiful than anyone else.” With that, Jian Qin selected a gemstone necklace from the jewelry box. She stepped behind the girl and leaned down to fasten it. “You’ll look even better with this.”

The sudden proximity brought a faint, warm breath to Lu Ying’s ear, carrying a trace of alcohol.

She couldn’t help but ask again, “When exactly did you drink?”

Jian Qin had hoped she’d forgotten. Her movements paused. Deciding on the truth, she said, “Miss, it was last night. I wanted to see if my alcohol allergy was truly cured.”

Fastening a necklace is an inherently intimate act, especially when one person is standing behind the other, their arms forming a circle around the neck. The tiny click of the clasp felt like a silent proclamation: You are mine.

Lu Ying’s breathing became a bit shallow as her brain tried to process the answer.

The maid’s words seemed true. If she knew she was allergic but drank anyway, it could only be to verify Doctor Murong’s treatment. It was logically sound.

But if she flipped the logic, it could also be evidence that “President Jian is the maid.” President Jian had been treated in the Mary Sue world, and naturally wanted to verify it in reality. She bought alcohol after work, thereby bringing the scent of it back into the dream world.

Whatever the case, Lu Ying was just glad the woman didn’t seem to be suffering from an allergic reaction.

Is it really President Jian?

Lu Ying’s head began to ache. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and noticed her eyes were as dark as ink. She remembered her anti-scientific eye-color setting.

The maid asked softly, “What is Miss thinking about?”

She knows I’m thinking? Lu Ying blinked. She realized that with this setting, she effectively had zero privacy.

She recalled the descriptions: Red for anger, blue for sadness, grey for resentment, black for deep thought, orange for happiness…

And one more… pink for heart-fluttering attraction.

Lu Ying felt a surge of panic. Oh god, have my eyes ever turned pink? Have they ever turned pink for ‘President Jian’?

She turned to stare at the maid for a few seconds. Feeling a spark of attraction, she quickly checked the mirror. The dark ink was fading back into a normal amber. No pink.

She let out a massive sigh of relief. Safe! Though she felt a flutter in her heart, her eyes weren’t betraying her yet. Maybe the pink only appeared during a “true” heart-pounding moment?

Seeing the girl’s odd behavior, Jian Qin didn’t pry further. She took a glittering diamond tiara and added the final touch to Lu Ying’s hair.

******

Next was breakfast. The “noble and elegant” Young Mistress scanned the maid’s hands, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to grab them this time.

However, the moment the bedroom door opened and she saw a hundred men aggressively radiating pheromones at her, Lu Ying instinctively snatched the maid’s hand.

The ‘universal magnet’ setting is a nightmare!

The maid seemed to sense her unease and squeezed her hand back in a comforting gesture. Lu Ying looked at her; the woman’s warm smile reached her eyes. Lu Ying gripped her hand even tighter.

After the usual thirty-minute trek, the exhausted Miss finally sat down to hear the greetings of her four brothers.

The Eldest was sighing over cherry blossoms fallen in the night wind; the Second was asking if yesterday’s lunch was good; the Third grunted that next time he’d bring even better food to the school; and the Fourth pulled out a ukulele and played a jaunty tune.

Lu Ying gave the Fourth Brother a polite round of applause. The first three immediately shot him looks of pure resentment, accusing him of using “cheating methods” to win their sister’s favor.

Lu Ying: “…”

She noticed that while these scenes were familiar, the details were shifting. The mouthwash was different, the clothes were different, and the dialogue had changed.

So… she thought, staring at the table, will I actually get to eat breakfast today?

The family gathered, and breakfast was served in a line of tempting dishes. Since the chairs were wide enough, Lu Ying pulled the maid down to sit beside her. Afraid that a single word might trigger a “scene-end” before she could eat, Lu Ying didn’t say a word. She simply stabbed a small pastry and shoved it into her mouth.

The crispy crust and the rich, milky filling made her heart cheer. Yes! I finally ate breakfast!

With a full stomach, her brain began to function. She realized that since her new draft wasn’t following a strict timeline—jumping from the doctor’s visit to the amusement park trip—the “void” in between was being filled by the world’s established logic. She wasn’t replaying chapters; she was living in a persistent world that generated its own filler.

After breakfast, the maid brought her the hundred-flower rinse. Lu Ying finished and was led to the lounge by the butler to wait for the maid to change.

Unexpectedly, the Eldest Brother followed her in. With a permanent cloud of gloom over his brow, he offered a smile that looked more bitter than medicine. “I heard you aren’t going to school today.”

He was undeniably handsome, but his beauty was dampened by his melancholy. “Yes, Brother. I’m going to the amusement park.”

“An amusement park…” He tilted his chin up, staring at the curtains at a tragic angle. “I have never been to such a place. Happiness is a luxury. Why would it ever be granted to someone like me…?”

“…Don’t say that. Do you want to come with us?”

He looked so miserable that Lu Ying asked out of pure politeness. She had written the scene for just her and the maid; she figured even if she invited him, he would refuse.

Instead, the Eldest Brother’s eyes lit up instantly. “May I go to such a joyous place?”

Lu Ying: “…”

Your choice of the word ‘joyous’ feels a little weird!

But that’s not the point. The point is he actually wants to go!

Help! I don’t want a third wheel!

Just as she was about to find an excuse, the brother patted her head with a strained smile. “Very well. Since you wish for my company, I shall go with you.”

With that, he reverted to his brooding self and spoke into a radio. “Cancel today’s global conference. Yes. Prepare a small helicopter. Make it pink. And…”

Lu Ying, unable to get a word in: “…”

This is wrong! I wrote a ‘date’ for two people! How did a third wheel appear?!

If you have a global conference, go to your conference! Don’t crash our private time!

Lu Ying was reeling. As she watched her brother organize the logistics, a possibility struck her.

Does this mean… once a setting is established in this world, the characters can develop their own independent plotlines?

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