My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 27

The last subway train was nearly empty. Lu Ying found a random carriage, sat down, and buried her head in her hands, sinking into deep thought.

She really couldn’t understand how things had ended up like this.

If you asked if she was angry, she definitely was. But after President Jian swapped dinner with her and drove her home today, she felt the anger fading away. After all, this was probably the only way President Jian knew how to “make amends.”

Even though Lu Ying had already figured out Jian Qin’s secret identity, Jian Qin had no idea that she knew. Making these quiet gestures of care was the most she could do. President Jian certainly couldn’t just come out and say, “I transmigrated to another world and kissed you.” Any normal person hearing that would think she had a screw loose.

She understood the logic, but some things just don’t listen to logic.

Her brain, fried from a day of work, felt like mush. She couldn’t bring herself to seriously overthink her relationship with the boss, so she simply stopped trying. Whatever happens, happens. She was planning to find an excuse to resign in a few days anyway.

Because her stomach had been acting up, Lu Ying hadn’t eaten much for dinner and was now starting to feel hungry. She bought a pineapple bun at the convenience store downstairs and stepped into the elevator, nibbling on it. Suddenly, her phone vibrated.

When she saw who the message was from, she let out a sudden burst of laughter.

[Female Hooligan: Did you make it home?]

Seeing President Jian with that nickname was just too stupidly funny. Lu Ying’s lips curled into a smile, but as soon as she realized she was smiling, panic set in. She quickly took another big bite of the pineapple bun to distract herself.

[Sakura-chan: I’m home. Thanks for checking, President Jian.]

The other person didn’t reply immediately. A few seconds later, a notification popped up in the department group chat: President Jian was asking if everyone had made it home safely.

Lu Ying was a bit puzzled. She could have just asked in the group chat… why did she message me privately first? It felt a bit redundant.

As people in the group started replying with “I’m home, thanks President Jian,” and “Made it back!”, Lu Ying followed suit and typed, “I’m home!”

Once most people had checked in, Jian Qin sent another message: Everyone worked hard today. I’ll send out the overtime hour statistics tomorrow. Go get some rest.

Lu Ying extracted the key piece of information from that sentence—today’s overtime would actually be paid!

Lu Ying, who had previously worked a month of free overtime, pursed her lips. Apparently, when she worked alone it didn’t count, but when the whole group did, it did.

Hmph. Capitalist. Bloodsucker!

After secretly cursing her boss in her head, she followed the crowd and posted a soft, cute Shiba Inu “Thank you for your hard work” sticker in the group.

*****

Lu Ying rested on the sofa for a bit, then got up to shower. When she came out, she found a new private message from the “Female Hooligan” that had arrived while she was busy.

Female Hooligan: Do you like Shiba Inus a lot?

Alarm bells rang in Lu Ying’s head. Does our pure professional relationship really require knowing each other’s personal preferences? But then she thought about how she had accidentally learned so much about the boss’s private life lately. Maybe she was just overthinking it.

She replied: Yeah, Shibas are adorable!~

Female Hooligan: Okay. Get some rest then. Goodnight.

Sakura-chan: Mm-hmm, goodnight President Jian.

What was that about?

Lu Ying dried her hair while re-reading their chat. It seemed so formal and distant. It was strange—why did she feel like they had actually become so close?

By the time she finished tidying up, it was nearly midnight. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed, wrapped herself tightly in her duvet, and drifted into sleep almost instantly.

*****

When she woke up, she was back at the moment she met the maid and the Eldest Brother after the roller coaster. Jian Qin seemed to have just transmigrated in as well; her eyes were clear, showing no sign of the dizziness from before.

Lu Ying played her NPC part perfectly. Seeing Jian Qin step calmly off the coaster, she looked at her with “admiration” and said, “Wow, you’re amazing! Brother has already fainted from fright, yet you’re perfectly fine!”

Jian Qin, having forgotten that detail, paused for a moment before quickly swaying her body and faking a dizzy spell. “I didn’t feel it at first, but now my head is spinning.”

Lu Ying: “…”

President Jian’s acting is honestly terrible. If she were in a TV drama, the audience would be screaming for her character to be written off.

Lu Ying let her lips curve into a knowing, slight smile. This time, she didn’t help Jian Qin; instead, she went to support her brother. Even if he was just a “paper person,” he had braved the ride for her, so she felt she had to show some concern.

He was completely out cold. Lu Ying couldn’t move him, so she sat him back in the seat and pinched his philtrum.

The Eldest Young Master slowly came to. Seeing his dear sister beside him, he forced himself to wake up, the gloom in his eyes replaced by hope. “Sister… how was it? Are you happy?”

Fearing that if she said “Yes,” he would drag himself back on for another round, Lu Ying said, “I’m not happy. I was so worried about you. Don’t do something so reckless again.”

His face immediately returned to its “Grumpy” state, though he looked secretly pleased that she had worried about him.

******

They left the thrill rides and drove toward the Fantasy Castle area. Her brother, still feeling unwell, stayed in the car to rest, leaving only her and the maid to get out.

This area had five distinct castles. Lu Ying chose one that was a total “princess dream” decked out in shades of pink and blue that felt like stepping into a fairy tale.

She had written a scene about having her photo taken by the maid. Just as the thought crossed her mind, Jian Qin pulled out a camera from somewhere and smiled at her. “Where would the Miss like to have her photo taken? I’ll do it for you.”

Lu Ying had originally looked forward to this. She wanted the maid to take beautiful photos of her, to be the “most beautiful little princess” in the photographer’s eyes, just like her friend on Weibo.

But now that she knew this person was actually her real-life boss, the feeling was gone. Or rather, a sliver of it remained, but she suppressed it. Deep down, Lu Ying felt a bit guilty for dragging the boss into this nonsensical world and making her “serve” someone.

Her anger from the previous day had mostly vanished. Seeing Jian Qin holding the camera and smiling at her, she felt her heart soften. Fine, she thought, I’ll let her finish the plot properly, then I’ll resign and forget this whole dream.

“Okay,” Lu Ying said, resting her hand casually on the stair railing. “Go ahead.”

The lighting in the castle was soft and moody. Between the grand chandelier at the top and the wall sconces lining the stairs, the shadows played across the room. Jian Qin raised the camera.

In the lens, the Young Mistress wore an exquisite tea gown that made her look tall and graceful. Her collarbones were sharply defined, and the necklace catching the light shimmered against her skin. She looked like an enchanting fairy, and Jian Qin found herself staring through the viewfinder for a long time before she finally pressed the shutter.

In reality, Jian Qin wasn’t a photographer. But here, no matter how she aimed, the Young Mistress looked like a celestial being. Whether it was a “Mary Sue world” buff or just the fact that the girl was naturally photogenic, every shot looked like it had eight hundred layers of filters.

Lu Ying looked at the photos and was genuinely impressed. “You’re quite good at this.”

Jian Qin, knowing her skills were mediocre at best, went quiet for a second. “It’s because the Miss is beautiful. My skills aren’t that good.”

So sweet-talky? Lu Ying glanced at her, remembering all the pretty things the maid had said to her before. She couldn’t help but smile. She realized that the President Jian in this world was much more interesting and adorable than the one in reality.

She quickly suppressed the improper thoughts and cleared her throat. “Flattery.”

“No, I mean it.”

Lu Ying didn’t want to admit how happy she was. She hesitated, then asked, “Just how beautiful do you think I am?”

Jian Qin was amused by her adorable expression. She crinkled her eyes into a smile. “You are the most beautiful of all.”

Lu Ying’s mind flickered back to the “White Moonlight.” She had a sudden idea. “More beautiful than anyone you’ve ever known? Tell the truth.”

Under her piercing gaze, Jian Qin said without a moment’s hesitation, “Yes. More beautiful than anyone.”

Lu Ying felt a little better. Even if she knew Jian Qin was lying, it still felt good to hear.

The castle was full of “Instagrammable” spots, and they took many more photos. Once outside, Lu Ying posed for countless more. If only I could take these photos back to reality, she lamented.

She eventually got tired and sat down to scroll through them, finding herself unable to part with the images.

Ugh, I want to post these on my friend circle and show off so badly!

So, God… if transmigration can happen… when can I actually get a partner in real life who will take beautiful photos like this for me?

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