My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 34

This question, Jian Qin answered with a soft, lingering kiss.

Before leaving the office, Lu Ying used the boss’s makeup to touch up her face and straightened her clothes, making sure there were no telltale signs of their encounter. She walked out clutching that now-infamous resignation letter.

The moment the office door opened, the “gossip committee” members, who had been secretly monitoring the situation, pricked up their ears. Their eyes darted from their monitors to Lu Ying.

Seeing her walk back to her seat alone, Yu Linchuan—who had been worried sick—immediately grabbed the armrest of Lu Ying’s chair. “Sakura, what happened?”

Lu Ying gave her a reassuring smile. “It wasn’t a big deal. I just had a sudden impulse to resign, but President Jian advised me to reconsider. I think she’s right; I still want to keep working here.”

She shook the crumpled piece of paper. Yu Linchuan snatched the letter, looked at it, and asked in disbelief, “Why would you suddenly want to quit? What’s going on?”

Lu Ying sighed. “It’s not a work issue, just a personal one. Anyway, let’s get back to work; I’ll tell you more at lunch.”

She already had a cover story ready, but she only needed to explain things to her best friend; there was no need to tell the whole department. The eavesdropping colleagues, disappointed that there was no “tea” to spill, went back to their tasks.

*****

During lunch, Lu Ying used her prepared excuse: she told Sister Zhuan she wanted to try being a full-time content creator, but President Jian had sat her down to analyze the financial risks and the time it would take to turn a profit.

“No wonder she looked so upset this morning,” Yu Linchuan mused. “She thinks highly of you and wants you to go far in this industry. But it’s your life, so keep thinking it over.”

Lu Ying nodded, burying her face in her food.

After lunch, Sister Zhuan went to the supermarket downstairs for snacks, and Lu Ying headed back to the office alone. On the way, she pulled out her phone to report the good news to Doggy-Egg before opening her chat with the boss.

Female Hooligan.

Lu Ying: “…”

No… I have to change this!

But what should it be? Changing it to “Girlfriend” sounded nice, but she was worried someone might see it and cause trouble for Jian Qin. “President Jian” was too stiff, and just “Jian Qin” felt a bit off.

I know!

A spark of inspiration hit her, and she changed the contact name to: Sister.

After all, that’s what she used to call her. Looking at the contact name, Lu Ying couldn’t help but grin, sweet bubbles of happiness popping in her heart. What could be better than finding out your crush has been secretly in love with you too?

Maybe only getting rich could beat this, she thought. But wait—Jian Qin is already rich. And if Jian Qin is with me, then technically, I’ve fulfilled my dream of being rich too!

She felt like doing a celebratory spin in the elevator. Her heart felt restless; she desperately wanted to talk to her.

Sakura-chan: What did you have for lunch?

Sister: I had the stir-fried squid you like at the cafeteria.

Sakura-chan: …

Uh oh. Lu Ying, having just been caught with a resignation letter, picked up on the hidden message. Though she was a “from birth” solo flyer, she’d written enough romance novels to know a few “soothing” tricks!

Sakura-chan: No, no, no, I don’t like it! Stir-fried squid is bad luck; I’ve quit it. From now on, I only eat grilled or fried squid qwq.

Back in her office, Jian Qin saw the message and let out a genuine laugh. She had once thought she and Lu Ying would never be able to chat casually about daily life like this. Even if Lu Ying was hiding something, Jian Qin was willing to play dumb—as long as the girl stayed by her side.

Sister: Just kidding. Squid is delicious. I’ll cook it for you sometime.

Lu Ying felt a jolt. Wait… is this a subtle invitation to her house? The image of President Jian in an apron cooking for her made the bubbles in her heart multiply.

Sakura-chan: Okay, I’ve officially noted that down in my little notebook. [Serious.jpg]

Sister: I saw you come back. Where’s Linchuan?

Sakura-chan: She went to buy snacks. She got a new projector and speakers and wants to watch a movie tonight. She invited me, but as someone with “commitments,” I firmly declined (Proud).

Sister: …I also have a projector and speakers at my place.

Lu Ying blinked. What does that mean?

Sister: If I invited you, would you come?

Lu Ying rubbed her hands nervously. “Invite” was a loaded word, but surely a gentle person like President Jian just meant it casually, right?

Sakura-chan: Sure! When?

Sister: Tonight?

Lu Ying: “…”

I’m scared now. Is this too fast?! I didn’t think she’d be so impatient!

But as an adult, Lu Ying did a quick “risk assessment” and decided this progression was perfectly fine.

Sakura-chan: Okay~

*****

The deal was struck, but Lu Ying was still panicking internally. She even searched: “What to watch out for the first time staying at a girlfriend’s house.” The results were all about locking doors, hygiene, and physical boundaries. Just as she was spiraling, Doggy-Egg finally appeared.

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Is there something wrong with my eyes, or did your hand slip? Weren’t you resigning? How are you together now?!

Lu Ying explained the “White Moonlight is me” situation.

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Fate. Truly mysterious.

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: But have you thought about your “reveal” plan? You have a ‘Young Mistress’ mask and an ‘Author’ mask. Both are dangerous to lose, sweetie.

Sakura-chan: Crap, I haven’t even thought about that. But with my brilliance, I can protect my identity!

Rainbow Doggy-Egg: Sweetie, with your ‘brilliance,’ I’m worried you’ll be busted by sunset!

Lu Ying was worried about her masks, but she had a more pressing issue: she didn’t have a change of clothes or toiletries. She messaged Jian Qin.

Sister: It’s fine, I have new ones. But I don’t have new pajamas—do you mind?

Sakura-chan: I don’t mind qwq!

Lu Ying’s face turned beet red. Wearing President Jian’s pajamas… that sounded a bit intense.

****

Work ended on time for most, but Lu Ying stayed a few extra minutes to finish an overseas email. When the office was empty, Jian Qin walked out with her laptop bag. “Let’s go.”

Jian Qin told her to bring her laptop too. Lu Ying figured this was the “self-cultivation of a manager,” and as a manager’s secret girlfriend, she should follow suit.

They decided on seafood BBQ for dinner. Being in President Jian’s car for the first time as her girlfriend was a different kind of nerve-wracking. Lu Ying stared out the window, pretending to be fascinated by the trees.

“Don’t be nervous,” Jian Qin said with a smile. “We’re off the clock. Just relax.”

“I’m not nervous. I’m just deciding whether to eat the spicy crawfish or the garlic ones first.”

“You peel the spicy ones, and I’ll peel the garlic ones for you,” Jian Qin replied.

Bubble, bubble. Lu Ying’s heart was overflowed.

They arrived at the apartment, and the food was delivered at the same time. Jian Qin unlocked the door with her fingerprint, then looked at Lu Ying. “Come record your fingerprint.”

She took the delivery bags from Lu Ying, gesturing for her to use the scanner.

“Is that… appropriate?” Lu Ying stammered.

“It’s convenient for when you come over in the future,” Jian Qin said, heading inside. “You record it; I’ll start unpacking the food.”

Lu Ying’s face flushed. She recorded her print, tried the lock once (it worked), and stepped inside. A permanent pass? She put on the guest slippers, feeling a mix of sweetness and a sudden realization. By giving her the “key” on the very first day, President Jian seemed so pure and trusting. But wait—this also meant Lu Ying was now effectively “authorized” to visit whenever, making it much harder to back out of this domesticity.

Lu Ying did a “thigh-slap” of realization. I’m the one being played!

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