My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 4

If you were to ask Lu Ying what her biggest regret in life was, it would undoubtedly be the moment she decided to have the heroine of her Mary Sue novel attended by a dozen maids while using the bathroom. 🙂

She hadn’t thought much of it while writing; she just wanted a ridiculous way to highlight the heroine’s “noble” status. Now, she was paying the price.

Lu Ying watched in horror as the maids reached out to lift her nightgown. Clutching her hem for dear life, she shrieked, “No! I’ll do it myself! All of you, get out!”

One maid looked puzzled. “What’s wrong, Miss? We always attend to you.”

Another adopted a heartbroken expression, wailing mournfully, “Does Miss loathe us now? We only get to see your noble presence during your morning business!” She then turned a jealous, venomous glare toward the Maid-version of President Jian. “Unlike her, who gets to stay by your side every waking moment.”

Lu Ying: “…”

I never wrote those lines! Shut up! You’re just an extra, stop ad-libbing!

Beside her, “President Jian” kept her eyes fixed on Lu Ying. She said something, but the sound seemed to be censored; no one could hear her.

Lu Ying was at her wit’s end. She actually did have to go, but her dignity wouldn’t allow a dozen people to spectate.

She asked tentatively, “Do you… have to be here?”

The maids replied in a terrifyingly synchronized chorus: “Yes, Miss!”

“…”

What a disaster.

Lu Ying clutched her head, her brain racing for a loophole. Suddenly, a thought struck her.

She was in a dream, right? Right.

How could she use the bathroom in a dream? Every mother tells their kid that if you use the bathroom in a dream, you’re going to wake up to a wet bed in real life!

With her logic finally straightened out, Lu Ying sobered up and pivoted. “I’ve suddenly lost the urge. All of you, dismiss! I want to wash up instead.”

The maid who had been ad-libbing earlier clutched her heart, looking even more devastated. “Miss… you won’t even leave us this tiny sliver of happiness…?”

I told you to stop adding scenes!

Besides, since when was watching someone use the bathroom considered “happiness”?!

The dozen maids left with heavy hearts, looking back every three steps. Lu Ying let out a long breath and turned to find “President Jian” still standing there.

“Why didn’t you leave?” Lu Ying asked.

“I must attend to Miss’s washing,” the Maid-Jian replied, her eyes lowered, a faint hint of a smile on her face.

Lu Ying covered her face. Whatever. Washing up is better than the alternative.

“President Jian” pulled the remote from her apron and clicked it. A chair, as ornate as a king’s throne, rose up before the massive vanity.

Lu Ying sat down obediently.

If hitting the floor had ended the dream last time, there had to be a trigger to go back today. Maybe she’d return once she finished washing up?

“Miss, please tilt your head back.”

The Maid-Jian’s voice was gentle. Lu Ying obeyed, squinting against the glare of the diamond-studded walls as she looked at the woman who was currently “her” maid.

She really was beautiful.

It was exactly the kind of beauty Lu Ying admired. To her, Jian Qin’s appeal wasn’t just physical; it was a refined charm seasoned by time. Being around her gave Lu Ying an unexplainable sense of security.

In truth, Jian Qin wasn’t that old. Sister Zhuan had mentioned she was twenty-nine. Lu Ying watched her through narrowed eyes, wondering if she could become such a sophisticated adult by twenty-nine. It had been a year since she graduated university, yet she still felt like a child.

A warm towel was gently wiped across her face. The serious expression on the maid’s face was a carbon copy of the President Jian who led meetings in the office.

Lu Ying suddenly wanted to ask if she was the real Jian Qin.

She kept telling herself it was a dream, but the overwhelming realism of the environment had already whispered the truth to her heart. This was no dream. Dreams aren’t this vivid.

Lost in thought, Lu Ying’s eyes involuntarily faded into a contemplative shade of black. Maid-Jian observed the change in eye color but said nothing.

As she was being helped with her toothbrush, Lu Ying felt like her two-year-old nephew back home. When he had stayed over, his mother had brushed his teeth exactly like this.

She began to wonder: Did I write the heroine as a giant infant?!

The only thing she had done for herself so far was walk to the bathroom. And she had actually considered giving the heroine wings or a Segway.

Laziness is shameful!

However, the toothpaste tasted wonderful. She didn’t know the brand, but the layers of floral and fruity notes blooming in her mouth were unique.

While she was zoning out, Maid-Jian finished the brushing and presented a crystal goblet.

“Miss, the purest snow-melt water from the Alps has been prepared for you.”

Lu Ying: “…”

The line hadn’t seemed this stupid when she wrote it. Now, it was suffocatingly idiotic.

While she highly doubted the safety or “national drinking water standards” of raw Alpine snow-melt, she took the goblet without hesitation to rinse. The water was slightly sweet, and the tension in her brow relaxed. As she finished the last drop, the long-awaited sensation of weightlessness finally hit.

Lu Ying opened her eyes.

She was back.

She lay still for a moment before getting up to go to the bathroom.

Ah… plain ceramic tiles are so much better!

Lu Ying stroked the wall tiles affectionately, handled her morning business, and picked up her electric toothbrush…

Wait!

Lu Ying smacked her lips.

In her mouth… there was still a faint, lingering taste of that uniquely fragrant toothpaste.

She leaned into the mirror, eyes wide. Her face was clean and fresh, as if it had just been washed.

She stood there frozen with her toothbrush for a long time. She didn’t brush again; she just skipped straight to her skincare routine.

*****

Today, Lu Ying didn’t wake up too late. She changed, toasted two slices of bread, and ate while reflecting on everything that had happened.

It was official. This was definitely not a dream.

Based on her years of experience as a novelist, she had transmigrated into her own book. She just had to complete certain plot points to return to reality. She just wasn’t sure which plot points were the triggers.

Why was this happening? Was it because she had subconsciously projected herself onto the heroine?

But she had also projected President Jian onto the maid. Could it be…?

Lu Ying suddenly remembered what Jian Qin had asked her yesterday afternoon.

“Have you encountered anything unusual lately?”

Could it be…?

Lu Ying turned pale. No way. Did I really drag President Jian down with me?

She dropped the half-eaten bread, threw on her coat, and ran out the door.

By the time she reached the subway, however, her panic had subsided and her logic had returned.

Step one: delete the source of the problem. This started when she posted the story on Weibo. If she deleted it, the “transmigrations” should stop.

Step two: consider the boss. If the maid really was the real Jian Qin, how did she know the plot and what to do if she hadn’t read the story?

Lu Ying took a deep breath. Besides, if she asked Jian Qin about the transmigration, wouldn’t she be exposing everything?

Exposing her hobby was one thing, but exposing that she had cast her boss as a maid in a Mary Sue parody was a death sentence! How could she explain that Jian Qin was doing such… embarrassing work in her head?

Moreover, the maid might not be Jian Qin. What if her boss had been referring to something else yesterday? Asking would be like walking into a trap.

Lu Ying shuddered, remembering how her classmates used to bug her to read her stories once they found out she was a writer. She liked this job; she’d learned a lot and her colleagues were great. She didn’t want to quit.

Worst-case scenario: she had deleted the post. It wouldn’t happen again. Even if it was the real Jian Qin, so what? They could both just pretend it never happened!

By the time she reached the office, she had abandoned the idea of a “confession session.” But she was still burning with curiosity.

Had she really transmigrated as a maid?

If she had…

Lu Ying swiped her card and stepped into the elevator, stifling a grin.

That’s actually kind of… thrilling.

*****

The office was still relatively empty. She put down her bag at her desk and noticed Sister Zhuan sitting nearby, her head bowed. Stray hairs hid eyes that were clearly red and swollen.

Lu Ying immediately tossed the transmigration thoughts aside and hugged her friend’s shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

Yu Linchuan looked up slowly. She stared at Lu Ying for a long time before her raspy voice came out. “Sakura… I broke up with him.”

Lu Ying was stunned. There had been no sign of this yesterday. How could things change so much in one night?

“He said he was working late, but he was actually on a date with another woman.” Linchuan tried to control her emotions. “He’s so disgusting. I don’t want to live there anymore.”

Lu Ying didn’t hesitate. “Come to my place! It’s a one-bedroom, but the sofa in the living room opens into a bed.” She added, “The sofa is really comfortable. If you can’t get used to it, I’ll sleep on it and you can have the bed.”

Yu Linchuan stared at her, her swollen eyes blinking in surprise. Suddenly, she let out a wet laugh. “What are you doing? You didn’t even curse him out first; you just started praising your sofa.”

Lu Ying grabbed a tissue and wiped away the falling tears. “Cursing him can wait. Getting you settled is more important. Come on, don’t cry. Tonight… if I don’t have to work late, I’ll treat you to a feast!”

Yu Linchuan shook her head. “I can’t eat. I spent the whole night throwing up after I found out. I tried to eat this morning and threw up again.”

The mention of vomiting was a sensitive topic. Lu Ying hesitated, but Linchuan caught her drift. “It’s not that. I just finished my period the day before yesterday.”

“Well, there is such a thing as pregnancy bleeding…” Lu Ying mured under her breath, only to get a light smack on the head from Sister Zhuan.

“Stop wishing for more trouble!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! We’ll eat something light today then. Have you packed your things?”

Seeing her “apologize” while clutching her head, Yu Linchuan wiped her eyes and smiled. “I have. I brought everything to the office. I was going to stay at a hotel for a few days, but I’m glad you’re taking me in.”

Lu Ying raised a small fist. “Of course! You stay with me, and tonight we’ll curse that scumbag together!”

Just then, the office door opened. Lu Ying patted Sister Zhuan’s arm. “Okay, let’s stop the tears. If you need to, take the day off and go to my place to rest. I’ll handle your work.”

Linchuan shook her head. “I’m okay. I can do it.”

Lu Ying was about to insist when President Jian’s voice came from behind them. “Linchuan, what happened? Do you need to take leave?”

Yu Linchuan forced a smile through her red eyes. “It’s nothing much, President Jian. Just broke up with a scumbag. I’m fine, no need for leave.”

Jian Qin still looked concerned. “Do you want to come to my office to talk?”

Linchuan politely declined. Squeezed between them, Lu Ying tried to shrink herself, attempting to become invisible.

To put it simply… she felt incredibly guilty facing Jian Qin.

Her efforts were in vain. After comforting Yu Linchuan, Jian Qin’s gaze landed squarely on Lu Ying.

“Lu Ying, it’s been two months since our last 1-on-1 performance review. I’ll send you an email shortly. Come to my office at 10:00 AM.”

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