My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 38

That day, Lu Ying was, predictably, stuck working overtime again.

After finishing her regular tasks, she had to prepare for her upcoming training session. It involved turning her previously created materials into a spoken presentation—a type of work she had never done before.

She waved goodbye to Sister Zhuan, watching her head home with a pang of envy. Lu Ying kneaded her aching shoulders, cracked her neck, and dove back into her work.

Suddenly, her phone screen lit up.

Sister: Shoulders bothering you?

Sakura-chan: A little.

Sister: Do you want to come over to my place to finish your work? I have a massage chair.

Lu Ying’s heart practically did a somersault at the mention of a massage chair. She had wanted one for a long time, promising herself that the moment she owned a house, she’d buy one.

But she didn’t want to seem too eager; that would be unladylike. She hesitated for a moment before replying with a touch of “tea-flavored” modesty:

Sakura-chan: Won’t I be a bother if I’m always coming over?

Sister: Not at all. You’re very welcome here.

Lu Ying bit her lip to hide a smile and finally sent a simple “Okay.” She had been so busy all day that she’d barely spoken to President Jian. Having some private time together tonight didn’t sound bad at all.

Of course, it would be even better if it wasn’t for overtime…

She packed her things and went to the elevator to wait for the boss, but she ran into a colleague from HR. President Jian arrived a moment later, just as the elevator doors opened. All three stepped inside.

The colleague was also heading to the garage. Terrified of being outed, Lu Ying forced herself to press the button for the first floor and stepped out early.

Jian Qin didn’t understand why she was getting off at the lobby until the doors were already closing. At that moment, she received a message.

Sakura-chan: Hostiles spotted! I’ll wait for you at the street corner.

Jian Qin gave a helpless smile and agreed. Five minutes later, she picked Lu Ying up. The girl climbed into the car, patting her chest. “That was a close call.”

Jian Qin looked at her. “Are you afraid of us being discovered?”

“I’m mostly fine with it, but I don’t want to drag you down,” Lu Ying smiled as she buckled her seatbelt. “You’ve worked so hard to get where you are; I can’t let myself be a liability.”

Jian Qin took the opening. “Do you know much about my past?”

“I kn—” Lu Ying almost blurted out “I know everything,” but caught herself just in time. “I’ve… just heard bits and pieces.”

“Oh? What have people told you?”

Lu Ying frantically recalled the gossip Sister Zhuan had shared. “They said you were incredibly hardworking when you first joined. Normally it takes two years to get promoted, but they made an exception and promoted you to team lead after just one.”

Jian Qin listened to the description and smiled. “Anything else?”

“Uh… no.”

“I see—” Jian Qin drew out the words. She clearly didn’t believe her, but she didn’t push.

As the topic dropped, Lu Ying let out a silent sigh of relief. She still hadn’t figured out how to tell President Jian that she was the author, Ran You Feng. They’d only just started dating; telling her now felt wrong, but keeping it a secret felt unfair.

To her surprise, once they reached the apartment complex, Jian Qin brought the subject back up herself. “Actually, we met a long time ago. You know more about me than most people.”

“…”

The confession came so out of left field that Lu Ying’s brain stalled. She vacillated between “pretending not to know” and “admitting she already figured it out.”

In the end, she chose the former, putting on a look of surprise. “Really?”

Her acting was likely on par with President Jian’s—which is to say, the boss looked skeptical. Lu Ying smoothed her hair, trying to mask her awkwardness.

As they stepped into the elevator, Jian Qin continued, “Yes. You probably don’t remember, but four years ago, you helped someone who nearly fainted from heatstroke in a milk tea shop.”

Lu Ying put on a face of sudden realization, even going as far as to theatrically punch her own palm. “Oh! Oh! I remember now! That person was you?”

Her reaction was a bit over the top. Jian Qin gave her a long look. “Yes, it was me. Thank you for that.”

Lu Ying, having read the woman’s internal monologue in the private messages, knew that was the moment she’d fallen for her. Hmph, just a ‘thank you’? Talk about being indirect.

Then again, her own way of showing affection wasn’t exactly direct either. Neither of them had asked the typical “Why do you like me?” or “What do you like about me?” because Lu Ying already knew. But from Jian Qin’s perspective, Lu Ying’s feelings must have seemed to appear out of nowhere. Yet, the boss asked nothing; she chose to trust her unconditionally.

Lu Ying began to feel a twinge of guilt for the deception. They chatted about old times, with Lu Ying laughing and saying things like “So you recognized me all along? Why didn’t you tell me!”, while internally she was scolding herself. She didn’t want to keep her “masks” on or lie to her anymore.

She just didn’t know how to stop.

After dinner, Lu Ying tried out the massage chair and let out a series of satisfied groans. “This thing is incredible!”

She closed her eyes in bliss. Jian Qin said softly, “If you like it so much, why don’t you just move in?”

Lu Ying’s eyes snapped open. “Isn’t that… a bit fast?”

“It’s not ‘living together’ yet; I’m just renting the guest room to you,” Jian Qin said with a twinkle in her eye as she crouched beside the chair. “What do you think?”

Being stared at by a beautiful woman from such close range, Lu Ying felt her resolve crumbling. She looked away shyly, stammering, “I… I’ll think about it…”

Jian Qin didn’t force a decision. She ruffled her hair. “I’m going to the study to work. Come over with your laptop when you’re ready.”

Lu Ying nodded obediently, already weighing the pros and cons of moving in. Her love and trust for Jian Qin came from the combination of reality and the transmigration—things Jian Qin didn’t know she knew. If Lu Ying didn’t have that “insider info,” she wouldn’t feel nearly this secure. Does Jian Qin feel secure? she wondered.

Before they were together, she hadn’t done anything to show she liked the boss; in fact, she’d avoided her. If they lived together, they’d understand each other better. Maybe that would give Jian Qin the security she deserved.

The massage chair finished its cycle. Lu Ying got up, stretched, and headed to the study. A chair was already waiting for her at the desk. She sat down and stole a glance at the boss. Jian Qin was already in the zone, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Lu Ying shook herself awake and dove into her research.

They worked in silence for half an hour before Jian Qin got up to warm two glasses of milk. She set one in front of Lu Ying. “You’re working hard. Let me know if you have questions.”

Lu Ying actually did have a question. She pointed to her screen, and Jian Qin leaned over her to explain. “You might want to consider breaking this part into three sections for the explanation…”

As Jian Qin leaned down, her blouse—with the top two buttons undone—draped forward, naturally revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath. Lu Ying couldn’t help herself; her eyes darted down, and she was caught red-handed.

“Lu Ying, what are you looking at?”

“…” Lu Ying awkwardly snapped her gaze back to the screen. “I’m looking at the materials.”

“Are the materials… good?”

The image of that “scenery” flashed in Lu Ying’s mind. She blurted out, “Very good.”

She realized her mistake instantly, her cheeks turning a bright crimson as she buried her face in her hands. Oh my god, what did I just say! But honestly, the “materials” wrapped in that thin white fabric were very good…

Jian Qin held her collar and calmly fastened a button with one hand, giving her a meaningful look before continuing the explanation. Her silence was far more embarrassing than if she’d actually said something.

After a moment, Lu Ying’s logic returned—Wait, she’s mine! What’s wrong with taking a look? We’re both women; at worst, I’ll let her look back later! This thought made her feel righteous again, and the flush on her ears faded.

****

By 9:00 PM, they were finished. After showering, they sat on the sofa. “What do you usually do for fun at night?” Lu Ying asked.

Jian Qin, holding her iPad, said, “I watch online courses. Sometimes I watch a series.”

“…” Lu Ying couldn’t believe someone’s idea of home entertainment was “online courses.” She forced a smile. “That’s… impressive!”

Jian Qin sat close to her, the post-shower warmth between them making the living room feel several degrees hotter. Lu Ying felt a sudden wave of nerves and curled herself into a ball.

“What about you?” Jian Qin asked. “What do you do after work?”

“Anime, TV dramas… and I love to read.”

Jian Qin looked thoughtful. She took Lu Ying’s arm and gently pulled her up. “Come to the study then. Let’s see if I have any books you’d like.”

Lu Ying found that Jian Qin owned many novels by traditional authors, several of which she loved. She spotted a rare edition of a short story collection and gasped. “I love this one! This version is so hard to find. I can’t believe you have it!”

Jian Qin smiled. In truth, Lu Ying had mentioned liking this edition once, and she had hunted it down on a second-hand book site.

Lu Ying kept browsing, finding a copy of The Stories of the Sahara. “You like Sanmao too? I read this so many times as a kid. My copy was actually the one my dad gave my mom when he was courting her. He wrote ‘To the woman I wish to protect for a lifetime’ on the title page. So cheesy.”

As she spoke, her eyes sparkled. Jian Qin loved listening to her talk about things she didn’t know. “I like her writing,” Jian Qin said, “but I don’t necessarily agree with how she handled her relationships.”

“I don’t quite accept her attitude toward Jose’s cheating either, but I can understand it…”

They dove into the topic, finding themselves surprisingly in sync. They had intended to pick a book to read, but they ended up talking until 10:30 PM.

Lu Ying hadn’t had enough. After saying goodnight, she clung to Jian Qin’s sleeve, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes. The sudden display of clinginess made Jian Qin’s heart melt, and she leaned in to kiss her forehead. Then, something in her gaze shifted—a subtle, mysterious change.

“Goodnight. Go to sleep.”

Lu Ying let go and headed to the guest room. She had always thought she’d be the “cool and detached” one in a relationship, but she was turning out to be the clingy type. She wondered if President Jian liked that. She let out a yawn and drifted off.

****

When she woke up, she squeezed her eyes shut immediately. Crap, I almost became the first person in history to be blinded by a diamond!

She steadied herself, set down her crystal goblet, and squinted at the “Maid version” of Jian Qin.

She had transmigrated again.

While she was trying to figure out the pattern of these jumps, the maid suddenly took her hand.

“Miss, please come with me. It is time to change your clothes.”

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