My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 35

Lu Ying had finally seen the “sly old fox” side of President Jian. Taking advantage of the fact that the woman couldn’t see her, she wrinkled her nose and let out a huff behind her back.

Stepping into the entryway, she saw a pair of plain-colored slippers waiting for her—they looked brand new. As she swapped her shoes, Lu Ying quietly took in the decor. She had always thought President Jian seemed a bit cold and detached, but the apartment was actually a refreshing Nordic style. The minimalist furniture and clean color palette were incredibly cozy, with clever pops of contrasting colors in just the right places to make the eyes dance.

Lu Ying had often fantasized about how she’d decorate her own place, and she loved this exact blend of nature and brightness. It was a pleasant surprise to find that Jian Qin’s home was her dream house.

Still not quite used to their new status, Lu Ying instinctively said, “Thank you, President Jian,” when the woman reached over to take her bag.

The atmosphere grew slightly awkward. Jian Qin let out a soft laugh. “You really should change how you address me.” Recalling Lu Ying’s suggestion at the mall, she added, “No ‘Sister Jian’ or ‘Sister Qin’ either.”

Lu Ying thought for a moment. “Then let’s just drop the ‘Jian Qin’ part entirely.”

Jian Qin didn’t follow. “Drop it? Then what do I call you?”

“I’ll call you… Sister.”

Lu Ying had called her that years ago, and it hadn’t felt strange back then, but now the word felt heavy and shy in her mouth. Jian Qin seemed pulled back into the past for a fleeting second. She blinked, then pointed toward the dining table. “Okay. Go wash your hands and let’s eat.”

Lu Ying: “…”

Why is her reaction so plain?! Something is wrong!

*****

Lu Ying was led to the bathroom. Passing through the hallway, she noted the apartment had at least three bedrooms. Does she live in a place this big all by herself?

For some reason, reading Jian Qin’s private messages made her feel a torrential outpouring of love, but in person, Jian Qin didn’t seem that different from before. On the very first day of their relationship, Lu Ying was already feeling the sting of insecurity.

She returned to the dining room. Jian Qin had set out a bowl and chopsticks and said, “Eat up.” Fearing the crawfish might be too spicy, a glass of warm water sat by her plate, complete with a straw so Lu Ying wouldn’t have to touch the glass with messy hands.

In that small detail, Lu Ying felt the love again. She bit her lip to hide her grin. “Thanks! I’m digging in.”

Jian Qin, having avoided crawfish due to her previous allergy, watched Lu Ying’s technique intently before picking one up to try. The crawfish were fresh; with a quick twist and a pull, the springy meat came right out. Jian Qin placed the very first crawfish she had ever peeled into Lu Ying’s bowl, only to realize Lu Ying already had five pieces of meat sitting there.

“Aren’t you hungry? Why are you peeling them but not eating?”

“Ah… well…” Lu Ying felt bashful. She ate the one Jian Qin gave her, then swapped their bowls, clearing her throat. “These were all for you.”

Jian Qin looked at her. Lu Ying’s eyes darted around the room, too shy to make eye contact. A wave of unspeakable emotion filled Jian Qin’s chest. She lowered her head and took a bite. “It’s delicious.”

“Yeah, I thought this place looked good,” Lu Ying chirped, her mood lifting as she continued to peel—one for herself, one for her “Sister.”

It had been a long time since Jian Qin had shared such a warm, lively meal in reality. She found her appetite growing and ate quite a bit.

*****

After dinner, at Lu Ying’s insistence, they tidied up together. Lu Ying followed her like a little tail down to the building’s trash bins. On the way back up in the elevator, Lu Ying asked, “What are we doing now?”

“Testing the projector. I bought it a while ago but haven’t used it much.”

“Great!” Lu Ying had always wanted one, but her rental didn’t have enough wall space. She assumed Jian Qin’s setup would be spectacular.

It was. The screen lowered smoothly, the lights dimmed, and the image was crisp and vibrant. However… it would have been better if they were watching a movie instead of a PowerPoint presentation.

Lu Ying sat on the sofa, deadpan, as President Jian connected her laptop and projected work slides onto the wall.

“This is the one Qian Ping submitted last Friday,” Jian Qin said, sitting beside her. “Take a look and see if there are any issues.”

Lu Ying’s lip twitched. She didn’t know what was wrong with the PPT, but she knew there was definitely something wrong with her girlfriend.

You brought me to your house… to teach me how to make better slides?!

She felt like she needed an oxygen tank. “Um… are we watching this all night?”

Jian Qin pulled out an infrared laser pointer. “It’s only 7:30. If we finish revising this in thirty minutes, we’ll still have time for a movie.”

Lu Ying: “…”

I feel like I’m back in primary school. ‘Finish your homework and you can watch cartoons.’

Helplessly, Lu Ying focused on the slides. She offered a few suggestions, and Jian Qin had her pull out her own laptop to work on a copy. “Try editing it yourself.”

Lu Ying wanted to cry. She made the changes, and Jian Qin walked her through the nuances of the design, teaching her step-by-step. Honestly, Lu Ying learned more in those thirty minutes than she had in weeks, but the context was absurd.

When the “lesson” ended, Lu Ying slumped back into the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Any romantic or “naughty” thoughts she’d had earlier were completely extinguished. She was afraid that if she asked for a kiss, Jian Qin would assign her two more slides.

*****

Jian Qin finished the edits and sent them off. “Alright,” she said, picking up the remote. “Let’s watch a movie.”

They scrolled through the options. “This feels familiar,” Lu Ying mused. “Like our first date, watching a movie together.”

Jian Qin looked at her, puzzled. “Was that a date?”

Lu Ying lifted her chin proudly. “It wasn’t then, but it definitely counts now.”

Jian Qin was silent for a moment before saying earnestly, “This weekend, let’s have a real date.”

Lu Ying’s heart skipped a beat. They settled on the classic film A Beautiful Mind. It was a good choice; Lu Ying wasn’t in the mood for any “troublemaking” anymore—she might as well cleanse her soul.

They chatted about the plot, finding their perspectives surprisingly in sync. When the movie ended, it was getting late. Jian Qin handed her a new pair of underwear and her own pajamas, urging her to shower.

If it were anyone else, Lu Ying might think they were being “impatient,” but this was President Jian—the woman who brought her home to study PPTs. Lu Ying couldn’t imagine any “impure” intentions.

Then, she realized a major problem: she hadn’t brought a contact lens case.

Jian Qin’s home wouldn’t have one since she’d had the surgery. Just as she was worrying, a knock came at the bathroom door. “I forgot to give you something.”

Lu Ying opened the door to see Jian Qin holding exactly what she needed. “The case is sanitized, and I’ve already filled it with solution.”

Lu Ying’s eyes lit up. “Thank you! How did you know?”

“I’d planned for you to stay here whenever you visited Linchuan, so I prepared some things in advance.”

Lu Ying was stunned. From the slippers to the undies to the contact case… she had prepared everything. God, she really does love me! Lu Ying’s insecurities vanished. She leaned out, gave Jian Qin a quick peck on the cheek, and shut the door. Jian Qin stood there dazed, touching her face with a growing smile.

****

Lu Ying finished her skincare—using brands she could never afford (the joy of a rich girlfriend!) and looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing Jian Qin’s pajamas. Knowing Jian Qin had worn them before made her feel a strange, restless heat.

Pervert! she scolded her reflection.

She stepped out just as Jian Qin emerged from her own room, her long hair damp and her face bare of makeup. Without her contacts, Lu Ying had to step closer to see her clearly. So pretty. And she’s mine!

“Where am I sleeping tonight?” Lu Ying asked with a grin.

“The guest room. I’ve already made the bed.” Jian Qin seemed unable to look her in the eye, leading her to the door. “Let me know if you need anything. Rest well. Goodnight.”

Lu Ying felt a tiny sting of disappointment. “Goodnight, Sister,” she whispered.

Hearing the word “Sister,” Jian Qin suddenly caught her wrist and pulled her close. She paused, then pressed a single, tender kiss to Lu Ying’s forehead. “Goodnight.”

She then practically fled. Lu Ying watched her disappear before heading into her room. The bed was comfortable, the decor was perfect, and despite being in a strange house, Lu Ying fell asleep almost instantly.

****

She woke up feeling refreshed. She stretched and reached out to find her phone to check the time.

She felt around the covers for a long time but couldn’t find it. She sat up, yawning, and opened her eyes.

The familiar, hazy, extravagant scene before her nearly made her jump out of her skin.

Not far away, President Jian stood in a black-and-white maid uniform, looking at her calmly.

“Good morning, Miss. I am here to carry you out of bed.”

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