My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 28

Lu Ying let out a heavy sigh. Jian Qin noticed it immediately, tilting her head to ask, “Are you tired, Miss? Do you need to go rest in the car?”

“No,” Lu Ying replied, propping her chin on her hand as she mentally reviewed the plot she’d written.

There wasn’t much left. The maid was supposed to take many photos of her, and afterward, she would pull the maid in for a few photos together. It was also during this segment that she would use the name she had given the maid for the first time—Hua Hua.

The thought of President Jian being called “Hua Hua” brought an uncontainable smile to Lu Ying’s face. She turned her head away to hide her snickering.

Once they had rested enough, they found a small garden. Jian Qin went ahead to scout for a good photo spot while Lu Ying followed behind, letting out another sigh.

If we could always interact like this, that would be nice.

For a fleeting second, she imagined what it would be like to go to a real amusement park with the real President Jian. Real roller coasters weren’t nearly as absurd; Lu Ying felt she could actually ride one with her, screaming and letting go of her stress together. She even imagined the two of them stumbling off the ride, leaning on each other for support—the mere thought made her laugh out loud.

Her gaze fell on Jian Qin’s hand. Recalling how many times she had “taken liberties” with those hands, her smile deepened. I knew it, she thought. How could a maid who works all day have hands this smooth and soft?

She missed the feeling of holding Jian Qin’s hand—the mix of “doing something bad” nerves, guilt, and that tiny, fluttering heartbeat.

But… she didn’t dare reach out now.

The hand-holding, the hugs, the flowery compliments, the piano music that lulled her to sleep—it was all going to end. Everything she had experienced over the last few days felt like a dream that would leave her with nothing once she woke up.

The light in Lu Ying’s eyes dimmed. Human nature was such that once you possessed something, you couldn’t stop yourself from being greedy for more.

*****

The garden was filled with a variety of flowers. Jian Qin settled on a patch of small daisies and beckoned the Young Mistress over. “Miss, the scenery is lovely here. What do you think?”

She had grown used to the “maid” speech pattern. Lu Ying, still dazed, only responded after a second “Miss.” “Oh, yes.”

“Would you like to take photos here?” Jian Qin asked.

Lu Ying forced a smile. “Sure.”

I’m just an NPC to President Jian now, she thought. Better just follow the script.

She steadied her emotions, walked into the flowers, and knelt down, gently cradling a bloom. Fearing she might trip on her long skirt, Jian Qin set down the camera and leaned over to tidy Lu Ying’s hem.

Lu Ying felt a sense of vertigo. How? How does President Jian know the plot? How does she know exactly how to serve the Young Mistress? She couldn’t understand it, and she feared she never would.

After a few shots, Jian Qin felt unsatisfied. She thought for a moment, plucked a small white daisy, and tucked it behind the Young Mistress’s ear. “There,” she whispered with a smile. “That’s much better.”

The “innocent and lovely” Young Mistress said nothing, only looking up at her. Jian Qin stared into those clear, crystalline eyes, momentarily losing herself. She stepped back and said, “Strike a pose. I’m starting.”

Lu Ying tilted her head, touching the flower at her ear, and gave her a radiant smile. Since we’re destined to part, I should try to leave us both with a beautiful memory.

Her smile was as pure as the blooming daisies, her eyes crinkling with a soft light. For a moment, Jian Qin felt as if they were back at their first meeting—a ray of light hitting her heart. She raised the camera and captured the smile.

If only I could take this back to reality.

With that thought, Jian Qin took a dozen more photos before pointing to the rose garden. “Shall we go there?”

“Not yet.” Lu Ying stood up, plucked a daisy of her own, and ran to Jian Qin, tucking it into her hair. “Hua Hua, let’s take a photo together.”

It was the first time she had used the name. Jian Qin froze for a second, but hearing the prompt in her head, she went along with it. “Of course, Miss. Right here?”

“Yes!” Lu Ying set the timer on the camera and ran back to the flowers. “Hua Hua, hurry up!”

When she first heard the name setting, Jian Qin hadn’t liked it. But hearing the Young Mistress say it made it sound… nice. It was a bit casual, but if the Miss liked it, that was enough.

She ran to the girl’s side. Just as the shutter clicked, she wrapped her arm around the Young Mistress’s waist.

In that exact instant, a voice echoed in Jian Qin’s mind: “THE END. RETURNING TO REALITY.”

She whipped her head around, seeing the Young Mistress’s lips move in a silent goodbye: “Goodbye.”

Panic seized Jian Qin. She tried to grab the person beside her, but no matter how hard she gripped, when she opened her eyes, she was alone on her bed.

Jian Qin bolted upright.

The End? What does that mean? I can’t go back anymore?

No…

Her heart was thumping painfully. She clutched her chest, the agonizing sense of loss making it hard to breathe. She felt a desperate need to see Lu Ying—only that would make her feel like she had truly returned to reality.

*****

On the other side of town, Lu Ying was also feeling deflated. She had ended the novel after fulfilling only one wish. No more dreams.

On her subway commute, a thought occurred: Maybe if I start a new book, I can transmigrate again? As the saying goes, the fastest way to forget an ex is to find a new one.

She pulled out her notebook of ideas, shoved her sadness aside, and began plotting. A historical setting this time. An ancient world with gender equality. The heroine is a noble miss who hates embroidery but loves business. One day she meets a little beggar, who is actually the world’s richest merchant, Huangfu Sanjin…

She typed away during the morning rush, managing a thousand words before realizing she’d given the male lead another Mary Sue name. Is this a side effect of the last book?

Walking from the station, a car horn startled her. The door opened, and President Jian’s voice drifted out: “Lu Ying, get in.”

???

Lu Ying sat in the passenger seat with a muffled “Hello, President Jian.” It wasn’t raining, there was no thunder, and she wasn’t late. What was the boss doing?

President Jian didn’t speak. She just turned on the music. Lu Ying felt a bit better with the light music playing and stole a glance at her.

Is it just me, or does she look exceptionally tired today?

*****

The day passed quietly. Jian Qin didn’t bother her. Once, Jian Qin was about to leave her office for water, but seeing Lu Ying heading to the breakroom, she stopped and waited for her to return before coming out.

By evening, there was no overtime. Everyone was in a good mood for tomorrow’s team-building event. Lu Ying should have been happy, but even when Sister Zhuan told her a hilarious joke, her laugh was forced.

That night, Lu Ying opened a beer and vented to her best friend. She was so sad, but couldn’t say why. Doggy-Egg suspected she liked President Jian, but Lu Ying refused to admit it. I just like the hugs and the hand-holding, that’s not ‘liking’ her!

But as the beer settled in, her sadness grew.

Sakura-chan: Sob… I’ll admit it. I think I really like her.

Sakura-chan: But I’m doomed. There’s no way I can get her to like me back.

Sakura-chan: Besides, she has a ‘White Moonlight.’ I don’t want to be second in someone’s heart!

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: You’re thinking way too far ahead. Have you named your kids yet?

Sakura-chan: Wait, how did you know? I don’t even like kids, but if she does, they can have her surname. Jian Yang for a boy, Jian Mo for a girl. What do you think?

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: What if she has kids with the ‘White Moonlight’ instead?

Sakura-chan: Then call them ‘Jian Po Lan’ (Jian the Trash).

Lu Ying felt short of breath thinking of the “White Moonlight.” She cried to Doggy-Egg for a while longer before switching back to the book.

Sakura-chan: I regret it. I shouldn’t have finished the book. qwq

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: You haven’t slept yet. How do you know “THE END” actually stops the transmigration?

Sakura-chan: You’re right! I’m going to sleep now!

She washed up and flopped onto her bed.

Sakura-chan: Wish me a 999-square-meter bed when I wake up!

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Good luck!

*****

However, when Lu Ying opened her eyes, she was still on her small bed.

The room was dark. She squinted at her phone: 4:20 AM.

She really couldn’t transmigrate anymore…

She went to the bathroom, returned to bed, but couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned until she finally picked up her phone to browse Weibo. She eventually checked her private messages from non-followed accounts.

The latest one was from three days ago. As she read it, she nearly jumped out of bed.

[User3981814: Hello, Author. Do you happen to know of a novel where the Young Mistress is named An Lingran and the maid is named Hua Hua?]

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