My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 3

The happiest time of the day for a corporate slave—paid slacking—came to an end. Lu Ying headed back to her desk, mug in hand, only to run into President Jian at the elevators again.

I’m seeing her a lot today, she noted.

Lu Ying gave a polite nod and prepared to keep walking, but Jian Qin suddenly called out, “Lu Ying.”

“Yes, President Jian? Is something the matter?”

“Are you feeling any better?”

Lu Ying’s eyes curved into a smile. “Yes, I’m all good now. I’ll probably be hungry again in an hour, actually. Thanks for the medicine.”

“That’s good.”

Jian Qin didn’t linger for small talk. She turned and stepped into the elevator. Lu Ying breathed a sigh of relief, but as she turned to leave, some inexplicable impulse made her steal one last glance.

That glance collided directly with Jian Qin’s eyes. Lu Ying immediately lowered her head and tried to scurry away, but Jian Qin’s silhouette stiffened. Suddenly, she stepped back out of the elevator and strode toward her.

Jian Qin hadn’t intended to confirm the nature of last night’s dream so soon. But that one look… it felt strange. She could sense it; Lu Ying was acting differently than usual, too.

Stopping in front of her, Jian Qin asked softly, “Have you encountered anything… unusual lately?”

“Nope! Nothing!”

Lu Ying shook her head in an instinctive denial. Jian Qin searched her face for a moment, then slowly lowered her gaze. “Forgive me. That was abrupt.”

Lu Ying waved her hands frantically. “No, no, no! It’s not a big deal at all. Don’t be so formal, President Jian!”

“You can leave on time tonight.”

With that single sentence, Jian Qin turned and left. Lu Ying stood frozen, eventually whispering a dazed “Okay.” Happiness had come so suddenly she didn’t know how to process it.

Back in the elevator, as the doors slid shut, Jian Qin leaned against the wall and let out a long, heavy sigh.

What am I doing?

Just because of an incredibly bizarre dream, she was actually trying to find the “other person” from it to confirm if it was real?

But that dream… it had been far too vivid.

Waking up in a colossal bed, seeing someone who looked exactly like her subordinate lying nearby, and having a voice in her head telling her exactly what to do.

“7:00 AM: Greet the Young Mistress, then carry her out of bed.”

She had tried to defy the voice, moving forward to simply wake the girl up. The moment she did, she was plunged into darkness, only to open her eyes and find herself back at the start of the loop.

It didn’t feel like a dream; it felt like entering another world with a very specific set of rules.

After several attempts, she finally obeyed the voice. At 7:00 AM sharp, she woke the person in the bed with a “Good morning, Miss.”

Everything went smoothly after that. All that remained was to bridal-carry this “Young Mistress” out of bed.

She had assumed the girl would be used to this lifestyle and cooperate, but the “Miss” had looked terrified, as if she were there for the first time, and refused to let her near.

Though the sight of “Lu Ying” dressed as a pampered heiress was something she wanted to look at a little longer, Jian Qin knew that whether it was a dream or a transmigration, this wasn’t reality. If it wasn’t reality, she needed to end it quickly.

The moment she finally swept the Young Mistress into her arms and stepped off the bed, everything went black. When she opened her eyes again, she was finally home.

Usually a 6:00 AM riser, she had slept so deeply that she hadn’t woken until eight. She scrambled up, but moved so fast that a wave of vertigo sent her tumbling back onto the mattress.

The strange images flashed through her mind. Now that she was back in the real world, she began to notice things that didn’t sit right.

If it were just a dream, why would she dream of Lu Ying dressed so… cutely?

And if it wasn’t a dream, was that panicked Young Mistress actually Lu Ying herself, having entered that world just like her? Had Lu Ying gotten enough rest? Should she let her take the day off?

Jian Qin knew she had been piling work on Lu Ying lately. If the girl wasn’t sleeping well on top of that, she was worried about her health.

Should I ask her?

Distracted by the dream and worried about her focus, Jian Qin had taken the bus to work instead of driving. It resulted in her first-ever late arrival—ten minutes behind schedule.

The morning rush on a bus was a disaster. By the time a dizzy, frazzled Jian Qin stepped off the elevator, it was only the sight of a lively, bouncing Lu Ying that calmed her nerves.

At lunch, she had timed her exit perfectly to see if Lu Ying was acting strange. Finding her subordinate’s eyes lighting up at the mention of food like usual, Jian Qin had planned to treat her to a nice dinner and ask about it then.

Until that last encounter.

The way Lu Ying looked at her. It was like she was searching for something. It had sparked an impulse in Jian Qin to step out of that elevator and ask the question she’d been holding all day.

The answer was exactly what she expected. She was making too much of a dream.

Perhaps because… the other protagonist in that dream was Lu Ying.

The elevator doors opened. Jian Qin took a deep breath and walked out.

Forget it. It was just a dream.

Let it go.

*****

On the other side of the office, Lu Ying returned to her desk and immediately shared the joy with Sister Zhuan. “Brick! No overtime for me today!”

“Oho! It’s been ages. You’re actually leaving on time?” Yu Linchuan checked her phone. “My boyfriend is working late tonight. Want to come over for dinner? We’ll just leave him a few leftovers.”

Lu Ying’s eyes sparkled. “Yes!”

Sister Zhuan’s cooking skills were on par with her ability to find restaurants. Once, during a team potluck, her Spicy Chicken and Sweet and Sour Ribs were so good Lu Ying had joked about marrying her on the spot. Too bad she already had a boyfriend.

Yu Linchuan laughed. “Tell me what you want to eat. Once I finish this report, I’ll order the groceries.”

“Anything!” Lu Ying gave her a playful shoulder rub. “You’re the best, Boss Zhuan!”

Linchuan let out a satisfied “Mm-hmm.”

*****

At 5:00 PM, for the first time in forever, Lu Ying clocked out. She felt so moved she had to brag to her best friend.

[Sakura-chan: No overtime today! Heh heh heh!]

[Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Sorry, as a full-time writer, I don’t know the meaning of the word ‘overtime.’ ][doge]

[Sakura-chan: …You’ve lost me. We are over.]

Was being a full-time writer really that great?

Actually, yeah. It kind of was. At least they didn’t have to be a 9-to-10 corporate slave.

Lu Ying’s excitement was slightly dampened by the jab, but the thought of a feast kept her spirits up. She went back to Sister Zhuan’s place, and in less than an hour, four dishes and a soup were laid out on the table.

Sister Zhuan is an angel!

After a satisfying meal, Lu Ying headed home. On the subway, she hesitated, then pulled out her phone to continue her story. This chapter wasn’t flowing as smoothly as the last; she only finished half of it by the time she reached her stop.

I won’t post half a chapter. I’ll finish it tomorrow.

She got home around 9:00 PM, curled up for a bit, and crawled into bed at eleven. Before closing her eyes, she whispered a prayer.

Please, no more weird dreams tonight—

*****

Morning.

Lu Ying woke up in a haze. She turned to check the time, but the luxurious, soft sensation beneath her made her eyes snap open.

She was back on the giant bed!

Before she could even process it, a voice—slightly more toneless than last time—drifted over. “Good morning, Miss.”

Lu Ying sat up with a jolt. The maid moved quickly this time, flicking a switch that flooded the room with light.

“…Morning.”

The maid with President Jian’s face gave her a faint smile. “I am here to carry you out of bed.”

Lu Ying: “…”

Is this going to be a recurring daily quest in my dreams now?

The maid reached out. To get back to reality as quickly as possible, Lu Ying didn’t struggle this time. She obediently wrapped her arms around the maid’s neck, noticing the woman stiffen for a fraction of a second.

Lu Ying looked up at her, puzzled. The maid stared straight ahead, her expression flat, her bare feet sinking into the plush mattress as she carried her across the vast expanse.

If I have to dream about President Jian every night, this isn’t a bad way to do it…

Satin ribbons were woven through her hair, and she wore pure white lace-up gloves… seeing these “girly” elements on the usually stern President Jian created a contrast that made Lu Ying’s heart skip a beat.

For a moment, she wanted to let loose in this dream. Maybe pinch that smooth, clean face? Or use her “Young Mistress” status to make the maid act cute?

But Jian Qin’s face was still too intimidating for her to be truly reckless.

She’s still my boss, after all…

Lu Ying snuggled into the warm, soft embrace until they finally reached the edge of the bed.

Perfect. One more step and I’m out.

The sensation of her feet hitting the floor returned. Lu Ying closed her eyes, waiting for the transition… but after several seconds, she snapped them open.

What? I’m still here?!

The maid’s expression didn’t change. She sat Lu Ying down on the edge of the bed, knelt on one knee, and began putting on her shoes.

Apparently, today’s dream featured an extended cut.

Lu Ying watched the new “quest” in shock, then her brain kicked into gear, recalling the plot of her story.

[After the maid carries the Heiress out of bed and puts on her shoes, a dozen more maids will gather in the bathroom to help her get ready. Then, escorted by a hundred bodyguards, the maid will take her to the thirty-thousand-square-meter dining hall to eat with her four insanely handsome brothers.]

Lu Ying: “…”

Did I make the rooms too big?

But the essence of an “elementary school Mary Sue” story was a flamboyant, universal-favorite protagonist and numbers that were hilariously large! She’d even shown some restraint—she hadn’t given the protagonist a hundred different hair colors or magic powers!

But… she had added other weird settings.

Lu Ying felt like crying as the maid led her to the bathroom. The light reflecting off the diamond-encrusted walls nearly blinded her.

Why did I write diamond walls?! This is a safety hazard!

As expected, the bathroom was massive; big enough for a hundred people to have a bathroom-themed party. Lu Ying squinted at her reflection in the mirror, wondering if she should write in a Segway for the protagonist, or maybe just give her wings so she could fly. Walking this much every day was going to be the death of her.

She peeked at the mirror through her squinted eyes. The person looking back resembled her, but with porcelain-white skin and more refined features. When writing, she had given the protagonist classic “Princess” golden curls; at least the hair color was normal.

But she had also given the protagonist eyes that changed color based on her mood…

Right now, she felt a bit resentful, so her eyes were a dull grey. If she got angry, they’d turn red. Sadness was blue. Love was pink…

What an idiotic setting.

Just as she was drowning in regret over the eye-color mechanic, a sharp whistle blew, snapping her back to attention.

To the sound of perfectly synchronized footsteps, the once-empty bathroom was suddenly flooded with over a dozen people.

Recalling what she had written, Lu Ying nearly screamed, “Holy crap!”

The next second, a dozen maids surrounded her and shouted in unison:

“Good morning, Miss! We are here to help you use the toilet!”

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