My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 7

As the words left her lips, Jian Qin watched the Young Mistress’s expression twist into something grotesque and bizarre, as if she were desperately suppressing a physical reaction.

To be honest, it had been years since Jian Qin had done anything this unhinged. By day, she was the superior who had to maintain a strict distance from her employees; by night, she went home alone, showered, scrolled through some videos or news, and went to sleep. Her weekends were just as devoid of social life. Most of the friends she’d made during her student days were now deep in the throes of family life; whenever they met, the conversation revolved around parenting and household management. If they did occasionally change the subject, it was almost always to ask when she was going to find a boyfriend or get married.

It wasn’t that her friends weren’t good people; it was just that being around them didn’t offer any relaxation. Instead, it was exhausting.

A twenty-nine-year-old single woman with no close confidants, she barely spoke during her private hours outside the office. She didn’t hate this life, but she did feel lonely every now and then.

Yet here she was, transmigrated into a fantastic world where she was doing things she’d never do and saying things she’d never say.

On the first day, her instinct had been one of tension and panic toward the unknown. Now, on the third day, she actually felt a long-lost sense of ease within this world. She didn’t have to constantly consider her staff or thorny work problems, nor did she have to live through the same monotonous after-work routine. Every single thing she did here was novel and interesting.

After she finished her speech, the Young Mistress handed her a piece of toasted bread. The moment the bread touched her hand, the familiar sensation of vertigo washed over her—

Lu Ying opened her eyes.

She lay still for two seconds before pulling the duvet over her head in agony.

She was livid. All that gourmet food, and she hadn’t gotten a single bite!!!

It was bad enough when she used to dream of delicious food she couldn’t eat, but how could she not even eat it during a transmigration!

Next time… if there was a next time, she was definitely going to finish the Wagyu beef before moving the plot along!

Agh… her Wagyu! Her foie gras!

Lu Ying picked up her phone, radiating resentment. Seeing that it was getting late, she scrambled out of bed.

Oh, right. Sister Zhuan was still here.

She wondered if she was already up.

Lu Ying changed and walked out of the bedroom. Seeing Sister Zhuan eating breakfast alone, she grumbled, “Morning. Why didn’t you wake me up instead of eating by yourself?”

Yu Linchuan turned around slowly.

She looked as if she had seen a ghost.

The spoon in her hand slipped into the bowl, making a crisp clink against the ceramic. Under Lu Ying’s confused gaze, she suddenly stood up and scrambled back a few steps.

Lu Ying: “…”

What is she doing?!

Yu Linchuan’s voice trembled. “What do you mean? You… you were in the bedroom the whole time?”

Lu Ying was baffled. “Of course? I…”

She was about to say, ‘I just woke up, where else would I be if not the bedroom?’

But it hit her instantly. If she had been in the bedroom, Sister Zhuan wouldn’t have that expression.

Lu Ying’s mind raced to connect the dots.

Sister Zhuan would have definitely called her for breakfast after making it. The fact that she was eating alone and asking such a question meant…

It was because when Sister Zhuan went in to check on her, she wasn’t in the bedroom at all!!!

Dammit. She’d forgotten. This was a physical transmigration!

If she guessed correctly, Sister Zhuan had tried to wake her up, found the bedroom empty, and assumed she had already left for work. Then, Lu Ying had finished the plot and transmigrated back—emerging from the bedroom she was supposed to be absent from.

Lu Ying felt like crying. What kind of lie could she spin to make Sister Zhuan believe her? Should she say she was practicing a disappearing act?

Who would buy that!

After an internal struggle, Lu Ying decided to play dumb and deny everything.

She forced an awkward smile. “I’ve been here the whole time. You didn’t see me?”

Yu Linchuan’s brow knitted into a tight knot. “No. When I went in, there was nobody on the bed.”

She only checked the bed… Lu Ying’s brain kicked into gear, and she started to hustle. “Well, it’s embarrassing, but… I actually roll off the bed a lot in my sleep. If you had looked under the bed, you would’ve seen me.”

Yu Linchuan almost believed her, but something still felt off. “If you rolled under the bed, why were your pajamas left on top of the covers?”

Lu Ying: “…”

A tactical error! I forgot I transmigrated while naked!

Committed to the lie, she immediately adopted a bashful look. “Sleeping naked is good for your health.”

Yu Linchuan: “…”

Naked on the floor?

Sakura-chan’s sleeping habits were starting to exceed her understanding of human behavior.

Judging by her expression, she had bought the nonsense. Lu Ying let out a sigh of relief and walked to the table to inspect the spread.

Plain porridge, side dishes, and two eggs.

It was a far cry from the Wagyu, foie gras, and dessert bowls from moments ago, but this was something she could actually use to fill her stomach.

Since she had already washed up in the other world, Lu Ying went into the bathroom to handle her “business,” faked some splashing water sounds, applied her skincare, and came out.

After eating with Sister Zhuan, the two of them took the subway to work together. Yu Linchuan was still ruminating on the morning’s events. “That sleeping habit of yours is terrifying. You gave me a heart attack.”

Lu Ying gave a hollow laugh. It was pretty terrifying.

She wondered if she only transmigrated when sleeping at night, or if a midday nap would trigger it too.

Thank goodness she didn’t have a habit of napping. Otherwise, if she face-planted onto her desk for a few minutes and suddenly vanished, leaving only a pile of clothes behind, it would probably cause a company-wide panic.

Thinking of this, Lu Ying forced herself to stay alert. From now on, she could be dying of exhaustion, but she was not allowed to sleep at the office!

The subway was packed. When a seat finally opened up nearby, Lu Ying immediately shoved Sister Zhuan into it. Her friend had cried yesterday and her head was still fuzzy; she needed the rest.

Not long after sitting down, Sister Zhuan’s head began to droop. Lu Ying stared at the top of her head and silently added another rule to her mental list: No sleeping on the subway either.

If she accidentally fell asleep, she could already imagine the aftermath.

A crowded subway car, a sudden empty patch of space, a pile of clothes on the floor still warm with body heat… Who was here? Where did they go? How did a living person vanish into thin air? Stay tuned for tonight’s episode of ‘Approaching Science.’

Her first time on TV, and it would be for that. Fantastic.

With nothing to do while standing, Lu Ying’s mind wandered through a dozen wild scenarios before she finally pulled out her phone to share her new findings with Doggy-Egg.

The happy full-time writer was clearly still sleeping in and didn’t reply. Lu Ying yawned, and once it was close to their stop, she woke Sister Zhuan up.

Upon entering the office, Lu Ying instinctively glanced toward President Jian’s office. Seeing the lights already on, she quickly averted her gaze.

She was still feeling incredibly guilty.

But… Lu Ying suddenly covered her face and giggled. That last bit of the plot—where “President Jian” seriously praised her as being perfect—was just too funny. She had been fighting for her life not to laugh and ruin the scene.

She set down her bag, turned on her computer, and headed to the breakroom with her mug. She couldn’t help but steal another look at President Jian’s office.

The real President Jian would never be like that. In her mind, the boss was like a “Flower on a High Ridge”—something to be admired from afar but never trifled with.

Oh, speaking of trifling… I threw my pajamas at that ‘Flower’ yesterday. In reality, she wouldn’t have the guts even if she were given eight hundred lives.

After filling her mug, Lu Ying stuffed two snacks into her pocket. Just as she turned to leave, the “Flower” herself walked in.

Lu Ying squeaked out a “Morning, President Jian,” then hugged the wall, inching her way toward the exit while trying to be as invisible as possible.

Jian Qin gave a curt “Mm.” She watched Lu Ying scuttle toward the door with tiny steps and suddenly called out to her.

Lu Ying: “…” I was two steps away from freedom!

Failure at the final hurdle!

She sucked in a breath and turned around with a bright smile. “President Jian?”

Jian Qin asked calmly, “Are you free tonight?”

“…” Lu Ying’s heart ached. That was exactly how President Jian had asked her every day for a month, leading to her endless overtime!

When other people asked that, it was a date. When President Jian asked, it was definitely overtime.

Sure enough, after she answered “Yes,” Jian Qin said, “A new project is starting. I’ll send you the materials; you’ll be in charge of writing the training plan.”

Lu Ying’s internal face crumbled into a scowl, but her physical face remained energetic. “Got it, President Jian!”

Got it my ass! I want to go home!

Perhaps her resentment was becoming impossible to hide, because Jian Qin suddenly walked toward her and stopped right in front of her.

They were roughly the same height, but Jian Qin was wearing heels, which made her aura feel slightly more imposing. Just slightly.

Jian Qin looked into her eyes and said comfortingly, “You’ve worked hard lately. Tomorrow is the weekend; have a good re—”

Before she could finish, Lu Ying suddenly lunged at her.

They were standing right in the doorway of the breakroom when a colleague, in a frantic rush to a meeting, charged in for water. He barged in with such force that he slammed right into Lu Ying.

Lu Ying lost her balance. Under the impact, she lunged toward Jian Qin, clutching a mug of hot water.

Her mind went blank for a split second. With lightning reflexes, she flung the mug toward the breakroom sofa.

Thanks to her quick thinking, only a few drops of hot water splashed onto them. But… she had lunged straight into President Jian’s arms.

The suddenness of it caught even the usually calm Jian Qin off guard. Seeing Lu Ying falling toward her, she instinctively caught her and held her close.

For a moment, her arms were full of a soft fragrance. It was the same scent she had smelled in the other world.

Jian Qin’s mind wandered for a second before she snapped back to reality. She released Lu Ying and took a step back. “Are you alright?”

Lu Ying shook her head and looked toward her Shiba Inu mug.

Hot water was everywhere. She hadn’t been strong enough to clear the sofa; the mug had hit the floor instead, shattering into pieces.

…Sob.

She really loved that mug. She’d used it since university. It was high quality, and she’d expected it to be with her for much longer.

Now, it was in shards.

Lu Ying was a sentimental person who got attached to things; a sudden wave of grief hit her, and her eyes welled up. She turned to glare at the culprit, but the guy, desperate for his meeting, had already filled his water and run out while bowing and shouting apologies.

The frustration was stuck in her chest, but she couldn’t exactly blow up here.

She took a breath, blinking back the stinging sensation in her eyes, and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the shards.

Jian Qin knelt beside her, but Lu Ying gently pushed her hand away. “Thanks, President Jian. I can handle it.”

Jian Qin didn’t insist. She stood up to call for the cleaning lady.

When she returned, she saw Lu Ying sitting by the sofa with an expression of profound sorrow, looking as if she were mourning a lost loved one.

Jian Qin walked over and helped her up. “Are you free this weekend?”

Lu Ying: “…”

No way! I’m this sad, and she still wants me to work overtime on the weekend!

Even with the raise, you can’t use people like this! Boss, you have no heart! You’re not even human!

Her grief deepened, and she forced a strained smile. “Uh… do I have to work overtime this weekend too?”

Jian Qin froze, realizing the misunderstanding.

“It’s not overtime,” Jian Qin said softly, her eyes landing on the shards on the floor. “I know a shop that sells mugs. If you’re free… let’s go take a look together.”

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