My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 40

A sumptuous breakfast was laid out one dish after another. Lu Ying pulled President Jian down to sit, happily picking up her cutlery to begin the meal.

Despite the many unpleasant things that had happened today, she had delicious food! For Lu Ying, any unhappiness could be cured by a good meal.

President Jian ate quietly beside her, accepting whatever Lu Ying offered her without reservation.

Noticing this, Lu Ying suddenly felt a streak of mischief. She poked a piece of broccoli into President Jian’s plate, and seeing her eat it, placed some chicken cooked in green curry before her.

Jian Qin didn’t think anything was amiss and ate the food offered to her one by one. Immediately after, a plate of green matcha cake was handed over.

With three consecutive green dishes, Jian Qin vaguely sensed something was wrong. She tilted her head and glanced at the “Young Mistress,” who was pointedly avoiding her gaze.

Is she silently accusing me of “greening” her (cheating on her)?

Jian Qin let out a soft chuckle. It seemed Lu Ying hadn’t realized that her own secret identity had already been exposed.

After finishing the matcha cake, Jian Qin wiped her mouth and said, “Thank you, Miss. I’ve had my fill.”

Lu Ying called a servant to pour her a cup of green tea. “Alright, have another cup of tea then.”

Jian Qin took the teacup, her eyes downcast as she smiled.

When she first realized yesterday morning that Lu Ying might be the Young Mistress, her heart was filled with shock, a momentary sense of shame, and an indescribable feeling of frustration.

She had vaguely sensed a necessary connection between the author “Ran You Feng” and Lu Ying. Last night, she opened Ran You Feng’s Weibo again and found several comments under the latest post—

“Great Author, why did you delete that story about the maid and the Young Mistress?”

“That elementary-school level Mary Sue story was so toxic yet addictive. Is Ran-Da really not writing it anymore?”

“Ran-Da, come back and write Mary Sue stories, ahhhh!”

The world Jian Qin was transmigrating into was indeed the Mary Sue novel written by Ran You Feng.

As she continued scrolling through Ran You Feng’s Weibo, she found that the author had shared a post of someone taking photos at an amusement park, which was very similar to their experience during the transmigration.

Combined with Lu Ying’s reaction when she saw her reading a Ran You Feng novel back then, Jian Qin already had her answer.

As for why the novel suddenly ended and why Lu Ying wanted to resign… Jian Qin guessed it was because Lu Ying had discovered the maid was the real-life Jian Qin and didn’t want to keep dragging her through the transmigration.

She had inadvertently left too many clues; Lu Ying wasn’t stupid, she surely saw the signs and guessed the truth.

In other words, in that other world, Lu Ying had pretended not to know her and played her for a fool.

Worst of all, in her complete ignorance, she had recounted her past feelings to Ran You Feng from start to finish. Jian Qin felt a sense of shame, as if she had been stripped bare in broad daylight, knowing Lu Ying had seen all those hidden years of longing.

Being deceived by the person she liked made her truly a bit angry—not just at Lu Ying, but at herself.

But once she calmed down and thought about it, she realized that without those experiences in the Mary Sue world, Lu Ying might not have developed feelings for her. When Lu Ying was the Young Mistress, her eyes had turned pink several times—the most honest reaction of a heart skipping a beat.

At least in the matter of liking her, Lu Ying hadn’t lied.

After undergoing a series of emotional shifts, Jian Qin decided to give her a small punishment: she would pretend not to know Lu Ying was the Young Mistress and let her taste what it felt like to be deceived.

However, last night passed peacefully; nothing happened after they fell asleep. The transmigration hadn’t returned to its nightly frequency; it seemed it required a specific trigger.

Comparing the differences of the past two days, Jian Qin felt it might be related to Lu Ying staying at her house, so she “lured” her home again.

The experiment was a success. They returned to the Mary Sue world, and this time, it was Jian Qin’s turn to act as if she knew nothing.

After finishing the green tea, she served Lu Ying as she rinsed her mouth with Alpine snowmelt, then followed her to visit the Eldest Young Master.

The moment they stepped out of the dining room, Jian Qin fell into a state of chaos. When she opened her eyes again, it was a new day.

She sat up in bed, covering her face as she laughed to herself. She felt she had become very childish, like a kid who, after being poked in the arm, absolutely had to poke back to “get even.”

But since Lu Ying had arrived, she had become much happier than before.

*****

Waking up quite early today, Jian Qin got up to wash, do her makeup, and change her clothes. She sat in the living room reading news on her tablet.

Half an hour later, the guest room door opened, and a small head with messy morning hair poked out.

Jian Qin looked up and offered a soft smile. “Morning.”

“Morning…” Lu Ying’s voice lacked its usual vitality, burdened by the things on her mind. “I’ll go wash up first.”

“Alright, I’ll make breakfast.”

Jian Qin put down the tablet and headed to the kitchen. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Lu Ying raising a hand to her stomach and then dropping it. She curled her lips into a smile; someone had eaten quite a lot of breakfast just now and definitely wouldn’t be able to eat anymore.

But Jian Qin pretended not to know. As usual, she went into the kitchen and cooked two small bowls of spinach noodles, each topped with a poached egg. The white, tender poached egg completely covered the noodles, trembling as the bowl was set down.

Sitting at the table, Lu Ying suffered in silence. She had forgotten that President Jian would make breakfast for her; if she had known, she would have eaten a few bites less of that beef earlier…

She was so full. Although the portions President Jian made were small, she truly couldn’t take another bite. But if she didn’t eat, President Jian would surely find it strange! Besides, this was breakfast made specifically for her; she had to finish it even if it killed her!

Lu Ying miserably scooped up the poached egg. She took a bite and discovered the noodles hidden beneath were actually green.

“…” This color was all too familiar.

She looked up at President Jian, who had already finished her egg and was lifting noodles to her mouth. She had clearly given President Jian so much to eat earlier—how could this woman still eat!

But the way she ate noodles was elegant and beautiful. Lu Ying sat dazed, holding her spoon and egg. Feeling the gaze, Jian Qin felt self-conscious and finally asked, “What are you looking at?”

“No… nothing.” Lu Ying hurried to continue eating her egg.

Sob… I’m really so full…

Jian Qin finished her portion. Seeing the girl’s pained expression as she nibbled on the egg, she felt a twinge of pity and offered her a way out. “Did you eat too much yesterday? Are you still not hungry?”

Lu Ying immediately rolled down the offered exit. “Mm… not very hungry… but what you made is delicious!”

Jian Qin smiled and pulled Lu Ying’s bowl toward her. “My portion was small and I’m not quite full. Give yours to me.”

“Thank you…” Lu Ying looked at her gratefully, then worried that President Jian would be uncomfortable from eating so much. She said hesitantly, “Can you eat it all? Won’t it be too much?”

“It’s not much.”

Picking up the thin noodles with her chopsticks, it looked like a lot, but the bowl was mostly green soup. Jian Qin finished it in a few bites and took the bowls to the kitchen.

Lu Ying took a deep breath, finally finishing her egg. She ran to the kitchen to snatch the dishwashing duty. “I’ll do it, I’ll do it! You go pack your things.”

She desperately needed to move. Washing dishes counted as exercise, barely. Jian Qin didn’t fight her for it. While Lu Ying washed the dishes, she secretly marched in place, trying to speed up her digestion.

*****

Before they left, Jian Qin handed her a blister pack of digestive tablets.

“You ate a lot last night and you’re still full now. It might be indigestion; take some medicine.”

Lu Ying was moved to tears as she took the medicine. She really was stuffed.

Sob… President Jian is such a good person. She helped her with breakfast and gave her medicine. Lu Ying decided to temporarily forgive the matter of President Jian interlacing fingers with the “Young Mistress”!

The medicine seemed to work; the discomfort in her stomach gradually faded, leaving only the satisfaction of being well-fed.

The car pulled into the underground garage. Lu Ying glanced in the rearview mirror, quietly admiring her makeup today. It looked pretty good. Today was her first day training her colleagues on the new business. She had specifically done her makeup to create a mature, professional vibe to seem more reliable.

As the car stopped in the parking space, Lu Ying said her thanks. Just as she was about to open the door, President Jian suddenly leaned over, staring at her.

The distance between them closed. Thinking she was about to be kissed, Lu Ying nervously and shyly closed her eyes, but she felt a different sensation on her lips.

She opened her eyes to see President Jian applying her own lipstick to her.

“Your lipstick is too pale; this color has more presence.” After applying it, Jian Qin stared at her lips, a smile curling at her mouth. “Good luck with the training today.”

Lu Ying’s heart hammered. She inexplicably felt that this gaze and these words were more heart-stirring than a kiss. She pursed her lips, trying to even out the color. In the next second, President Jian suddenly gave her a light kiss on the lips.

Lu Ying froze. The other woman also pursed her lips like she had, then smiled warmly. “Touch-up.”

Lu Ying felt as if a steam vent had opened on her head, letting out a puff of hot white air.

This… this is cheating! How can you touch up makeup like that!

She scrambled out of the car in a panic, calming her heart in the elevator before pulling out a small mirror to check her lips. It seemed… she did have a bit more “presence” now.

*****

After working for a while, Sister Zhuan arrived with her bag. She immediately tapped her bag and asked, “How is it? Does it look good? I just bought it, my heart is bleeding from the price.”

Lu Ying nodded obediently. “It looks good. This brand is expensive, but it really suits you.”

“Oh my, your tongue is so sweet today~” Yu Linchuan sat down with a smile, then noticed her lip color. “Did you buy new lipstick?”

Lu Ying stammered, “Mm… just bought it.”

“I remember you liked pumpkin shades, but this dusty rose really suits you too.” While speaking, Yu Linchuan saw President Jian heading to the breakroom with her mug. She froze for two seconds, then turned back and said, “Your lipstick shade looks just like President Jian’s.”

Lu Ying: “…”

Shocking! What kind of eagle eyes did Sister Zhuan have to notice that!

Feeling guilty, she hurriedly said, “Really? I don’t think they’re that similar.”

“They look exactly the same…” Yu Linchuan looked at her again. “Anyway, it’s not important. How is your training preparation going?”

Mentioning this, Lu Ying let out a long sigh. “The prep is fine, but I’m nervous.”

Yu Linchuan opened her computer. “Please, we’re all colleagues, what’s there to be nervous about? We’re the ones who should be nervous. If we can’t learn even with such a good teacher, it would be embarrassing to tell anyone.”

Lu Ying was successfully cheered up. “Fine, then you’d better study hard. I’ll be questioning you later.”

“…” Yu Linchuan turned her head resentfully. “Sakura, this is what they call biting the hand that feeds you.”

Lu Ying smiled at her and stopped joking, focusing on the training.

*****

The training ended in the afternoon. She let out a sigh of relief; the results seemed better than she had imagined. With the important task finished, her mood completely relaxed. With no work left before the end of the day, Lu Ying picked up her phone and saw a message sent a minute ago from President Jian.

Sister: Good performance. Want to go out for dinner tonight to celebrate?

Looking at the contact name, Lu Ying felt a tiny bit of annoyance. After thinking it over, she moved her fingers and gave President Jian a new nickname before replying.

Sakura-chan: Sure, but are you working overtime today?

Green Hat: I have some work, but it’s not urgent. Let’s go eat first.

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