My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 31

The silence in the room stretched thin. Jian Qin was currently split between trying to figure out how to walk in a perfect straight line and trying to figure out how to act even drunker than she was.

When she didn’t answer immediately, Lu Ying rubbed the bridge of her nose awkwardly. Just as she was about to say, “Actually, never mind,” President Jian suddenly furrowed her brows. Her body swayed to the side, and she had to lean against the wall to steady herself.

Lu Ying: “…”

That subpar acting was all too familiar.

Last time, Jian Qin had faked it after the roller coaster, but this time, she really had drunk quite a bit. Maybe… it wasn’t an act?

Lu Ying stepped forward to support her. Jian Qin offered a weak smile. “Then… I’ll have to trouble you.”

Lu Ying: “…”

Why does it still feel like she’s faking?!

However, with them standing so close, Lu Ying could feel that Jian Qin’s body temperature was higher than her own. Combined with the lingering scent of alcohol, she chose to believe her and take her home to rest.

Lu Ying informed the host of the situation, called a ride-share, and helped Jian Qin inside. She originally planned to sit in the front passenger seat and let Jian Qin have the back to herself, but once Jian Qin got in, she slid over to make space and stared at Lu Ying with those captivating “peach-blossom” eyes.

Lu Ying had no choice but to sit in the back.

*****

The driver wasn’t exactly smooth, and even Lu Ying, who was stone-cold sober felt a bit nauseous. She glanced at Jian Qin. Sure enough, the boss had her eyes closed and her brow knit in discomfort.

Lu Ying remembered how, when she was a kid and her dad came home drunk, her mom would gently rub his chest to help him settle.

Putting my paws on President Jian’s chest seems… inappropriate!

“President Jian,” Lu Ying called out hesitantly, miming a downward stroking motion. “Look at me. If you try to ‘smooth out your breathing’ like this, it might help.”

Jian Qin acted as if she hadn’t heard a word. Her eyes remained shut, and her frown deepened. Afraid she might throw up in the car, Lu Ying whispered, “President Jian, hang in there. If you have to puke, wait until we’re out of the car.”

Unfortunately, the driver overheard this. He slammed on the gas, terrified that a single second’s delay would result in a disaster for his upholstery.

The sudden acceleration was the final straw for Jian Qin. Her lips moved, but she couldn’t get a word out. She no longer had to worry about acting drunk; the ride made her feel truly wretched, her head throbbing as if it were about to split. She genuinely felt like she was going to be sick.

Her face was pale. Seeing that she was truly suffering, Lu Ying forgot her reservations. She placed her hand just below Jian Qin’s collarbone and began to gently rub her chest.

We’re both women! What’s the big deal about rubbing a chest!

The sudden contact made Jian Qin snap her eyes open, staring straight at Lu Ying. The shock actually dulled the pain in her head, but her heart began to race so fast she was terrified Lu Ying would notice. Part of her wanted Lu Ying to pull away, but another part loved the closeness. In the end, she simply closed her eyes and let her continue.

Lu Ying saw the stare and thought she’d overstepped. Just as she was about to pull back, Jian Qin closed her eyes again.

Is that… permission?

Lu Ying let out a breath and continued, but as she did, she began to feel increasingly self-conscious. She didn’t dare move her hand too far down, keeping it strictly to the upper area. Even so, she couldn’t help but brush against… soft edges.

The… the texture is actually… quite nice…

Lu Ying considered herself a person of integrity, but even she felt a stray urge to explore further.

Ugh, something is wrong with me. I’m a pervert!

Fearing she would make a mistake she’d regret forever, she kept a mental mantra running: This is reality! This is your boss! She has a White Moonlight!

*****

The atmosphere in the car was tense, but thankfully, they arrived at her apartment complex soon after. Lu Ying helped her upstairs without incident. The problem only hit her when they entered the apartment: in her rush to get ready that morning, her bedroom was a total disaster.

“President Jian, sit on the sofa for a second while I tidy up the bedroom.”

She poured a glass of water for her, and seeing that she was stable, Lu Ying sprinted into the bedroom. She cleared away the makeup, made the bed, and did a quick sweep of the floor. She cracked the window to let in some fresh air, then closed it and drew the curtains. When she walked back out, Jian Qin had already drifted off on the sofa.

“Don’t sleep here…” She poked Jian Qin’s arm, but it didn’t wake her. Lu Ying leaned over to look at her; the pale complexion from the car had been replaced by a flush, and her breathing was a bit heavy.

Her gaze traced the woman’s features inch by inch until she saw the long eyelashes flutter. She hurriedly backed away and raised her voice: “President Jian, wake up! Go sleep in the room.”

“Mm…” A deep, nasal hum. Jian Qin propped herself up and sat up.

Lu Ying supported her into the bedroom. As they reached the bed, Jian Qin tripped over the bedframe. Her weight pulled them both down. Lu Ying lost her footing and collapsed onto the mattress with her.

Face to face on the soft bed, Jian Qin was enveloped by Lu Ying’s scent. It felt like the oxygen in the room had suddenly vanished, and her head began to spin again. She didn’t know what she was thinking, but seeing Lu Ying staring at her in shock, she braced her hands on either side of the girl, grabbed her wrists, and flipped them over.

Lu Ying went from her side to her back, pinned beneath the woman. Jian Qin’s eyes were rimmed with red, and her gaze held a distinct, intoxicating smolder.

The atmosphere is wrong. This position is VERY wrong…

Is she going to do something to me?! Is this ‘inviting the wolf into the house’?!

For a split second, Lu Ying thought: We’re adults… and I’m resigning anyway. If she makes a move, I might not say no…

Fortunately, her sense of morality flared up. She pushed gently against the woman’s shoulders. “President Jian, it’s me, Lu Ying. Wake up…”

Alcohol had completely numbed Jian Qin’s reason. Hearing the name “Lu Ying,” her eyes suddenly turned red. After suppressing her feelings for so long, she finally blurted out, “Why did you leave without saying goodbye?”

Leave without saying goodbye?!

Lu Ying’s face went dark instantly.

Unbelievable. She’s mistaking me for the White Moonlight again.

You scumbag! Go find your White Moonlight and your “Jian the Trash” then!!!

Lu Ying was so angry she could barely breathe. She wrenched her hands free and shoved the woman away with all her might. She sat up, fuming, and looked back to see Jian Qin sprawled on the sheets, looking at her with a stunned, heartbroken expression.

Jian Qin’s eyes were full of grievance and sorrow. Lu Ying’s heart softened for one second before her logic returned—I’m the one who should be aggrieved! What does a “female hooligan” like you have to be sad about!

“President Jian, you’re drunk. Just go to sleep. I’m leaving.”

Lu Ying turned to go. Jian Qin reached out to grab her, but her hand caught only air. Left alone in the room, Jian Qin had a vague sense that she had done something wrong, but exhaustion took over, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

*****

Outside, Lu Ying fixed her hair and clothes. She still felt uneasy, so she quietly cracked the door open to check. Seeing Jian Qin asleep without a blanket, she cursed her as a “scumbag hooligan” under her breath before bringing a spare duvet and tucking her in.

When Lu Ying returned to the villa, lunch was over. Sister Zhuan had saved her a box of her favorite BBQ skewers. Moved to tears, Lu Ying had them reheated and finished them before joining the afternoon games.

Lu Ying and Sister Zhuan were on the same team. Through three rounds of team-building challenges, their group took first place. The “Mystery Grand Prize” turned out to be a silly, “mimic” plush duck for each person.

As the event ended at 4:30 PM, Lu Ying checked her phone.

Female Hooligan: I’m awake. Thank you.

Female Hooligan: I ruined your lunch. What do you want for dinner? My treat.

Lu Ying had assumed Jian Qin would have left by now. To think she’d slept through the whole event and now wanted dinner! In your dreams! Sensing danger, Lu Ying declined immediately.

Sakura-chan: No thanks, I’m not hungry.

Sakura-chan: The dog was picked up by the owner and I’m heading home too. By the way, your car is still here, are you coming to get it?

Her subtext was: Leave my house and get your car!

The reply:

Female Hooligan: Okay. I’ll wait for you at your place.

Lu Ying: “…”

Are we even on the same frequency?

She couldn’t exactly kick her boss out, so she headed home with a heavy heart. When she walked in, Jian Qin was sitting neatly on the sofa, watching a lecture on her iPad. It looked oddly natural to see her there.

Jian Qin paused the video. Noticing the duck in Lu Ying’s arms, she smiled. “Your team won. Congratulations.”

Lu Ying gave a small smile. “Yeah. The prize is actually kind of cute.”

“Are you hungry?” Jian Qin asked. “What should we have for dinner?”

“…” Under the circumstances, Lu Ying couldn’t bring herself to kick her out. “Uh… anything’s fine.”

“If you don’t mind, I can cook for you,” Jian Qin offered. “As a thank you for today.”

The boss… cooking for me? Lu Ying’s brain was short-circuiting. If she said no, would she seem rude? But if she said yes, it was too weird!

Seeing her hesitation, Jian Qin smiled again. “Never mind, I won’t put you on the spot. I’ll look for a restaurant nearby.”

“Great! Let’s go out!” Lu Ying let out a huge sigh of relief, unaware that Jian Qin had intended for them to go to a restaurant all along.

They chose a nearby Western restaurant. By unspoken agreement, they didn’t mention the afternoon’s events. Afterward, Jian Qin called a designated driver to take her home. Lu Ying walked back to her apartment to digest, flopping onto her sofa and staring at the mimic duck.

God, what a day…

*****

Meanwhile, in the car, Jian Qin stared out the window at the passing scenery. After much hesitation, she opened Weibo and went to her private messages with Ran You Feng.

She had too much pent-up emotion and nowhere to turn. Her story was too bizarre; the only person she felt she could talk to was the author of that Mary Sue world.

As the night deepened, Jian Qin bowed her head and typed her thoughts out, word by word.

“Hello, Author. I’m sorry to bother you, but I wanted to tell you a story that actually happened.”

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