My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 8

Until lunch, Lu Ying still couldn’t believe it: her boss had actually asked her to go out this weekend.

Although Jian Qin had specified a “mug shop,” it was impossible for two people to go out and visit only one store. They’d definitely eat afterward, and after eating… what if they wanted to see a movie?

Wait. Her “plot arrangement” seemed a bit off.

Lu Ying realized she had written too many novels; the moment she thought about going out on a weekend, she couldn’t help but structure it like a script. She let out a melancholy sigh and followed Sister Zhuan to a nearby Chongqing noodle shop.

Sister Zhuan was staying at her place again tonight. She had already found a few apartments online, and tomorrow, Saturday, she would be going with an agent to view them. Originally, Yu Linchuan wanted Sakura-chan to come along, but the girl suddenly claimed she had plans—and stayed mysteriously tight-lipped about what those plans were.

After some rigorous logical deduction, Yu Linchuan suspected a secret date. She figured that since she had just broken up, Sakura-chan was hiding it to avoid making her feel bad.

In reality… Lu Ying just found the idea of “shopping with the boss” so terrifyingly surreal that she didn’t want to tell a soul. When President Jian issued the invitation, Lu Ying had intended to refuse, but looking into those sincere eyes, the words died in her throat.

After her last three “transmigration trips,” she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to President Jian, as if the person in the other world truly was her boss. She knew she shouldn’t feel this way… but as an emotional person, she simply couldn’t help herself.

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That night, Lu Ying told Sister Zhuan she was sleeping in late, then secretly double-locked her bedroom door. The incident from this morning could NOT happen again! If she was unlucky enough to transmigrate again and Sister Zhuan looked under the bed only to find it empty, she wouldn’t be able to find a new lie to cover it up.

But the plot she’d posted to Weibo was finished. Would she really transmigrate again? And if so, what plot would she have to follow? Would she just have to replay the previous scenes?

Honestly, Lu Ying wanted to see what would happen if she stayed awake all night, but she had her “date” with Jian Qin on Saturday afternoon. Being a yawning mess would be rude.

She lay in bed ruminating until sleep finally claimed her…

*****

“Miss, is something wrong?”

Lu Ying opened her eyes. Unlike the previous dimness of the bedroom, this place was blindingly bright. The air was thick with the aroma of food. Lu Ying looked down, her eyes lighting up—the foie gras she’d been pining for was there, and so was the Wagyu beef.

Did she transmigrate directly to the dining hall this time? Because the previous plot was finished? Whatever the reason, she thanked the heavens for this second chance to eat. This time, she was going to finish breakfast before doing anything else!

Even if she didn’t know what the “anything else” was yet.

Lu Ying dazed for a moment before saying to the worried maid, “I’m fine.”

Hearing this, “President Jian” nodded and spoke into her earpiece, “Butler, the Young Mistress has finished her meal.”

Lu Ying: “????”

No, wait, I haven’t had a single bite!

Before she could protest, the servants who had just served the food began nimbly clearing the table.

Lu Ying: “…”

Can’t you people see this stuff hasn’t been touched?! STOP!!!

She was about to faint from fury. “President Jian” approached with a crystal goblet of Alpine snow-melt for rinsing and handed it to her with concern. “Miss, why are you angry?”

Lu Ying stared at her silently. Her deep red eyes signaled her current state of rage.

She actually dared to ask!

How does she have the nerve?!

Arguing with an NPC was pointless. Lu Ying rinsed her mouth and slammed the goblet back onto the tray. She was fuming!

Jian Qin watched the Young Mistress’s red eyes, unable to fathom where the problem lay. The prompts in her head were clear—why was the Miss so upset?

After breakfast, Jian Qin briefly left the Young Mistress to go to the maids’ quarters. She needed to change into her “school escort” outfit. In this world’s school setting, the Young Mistress required a maid’s care, but one couldn’t wear a maid uniform on campus; a more “casual” look was required.

Donning a long black dress paired with a camel-colored trench coat and black ankle boots, Jian Qin looked in the mirror. This didn’t look like a maid’s uniform at all; it looked exactly like her own usual casual style.

She left the room and returned to the Young Mistress, noticing the girl’s eyes slowly fade from light red to a soft pink.

Pink eyes represented…

Jian Qin suddenly smiled.

Lu Ying was sitting in the lounge as instructed, waiting for her personal maid to return. Without her phone, she picked up a book to flip through, only to find it was one of her own completed novels. She immediately threw the embarrassing thing aside.

What kind of humiliating setting is this?! If I transmigrate into my own book, does the reading material here become my other novels?!

A chill ran down her spine. Wait… when she went to school, would her textbooks be this trashy too?!

Just then, “President Jian” knocked and entered. Lu Ying had grown used to the maid outfit lately; seeing her in this casual ensemble was a genuine shock. The real President Jian always wore sharp suits at the office; this relaxed, effortless look… was actually quite stunning.

She caught herself staring for too long, cleared her throat, and lifted her “noble” chin. As the most charming Young Mistress in this world, she would not be swayed by the beauty of a mere maid!

She had no idea her eye color had already betrayed her. Feeling a sudden surge of “Mary Sue” arrogance, Lu Ying smoothed her skirt and intentionally avoided eye contact. “Shall we depart?”

“This way, Miss.”

Walking down the impossibly long corridor once again, Lu Ying looked at the hundred-plus bodyguards, then at the butler who led the way, frequently turning back to offer her a “charming” smile. She felt a bit creeped out.

Why was this butler acting so weird? Trying to exude “mature male charm” at her… did he like her too?! Please no, Uncle. You’re old enough to be the heroine’s father!

Damn this universal-magnet setting.

Lu Ying did her best to avoid his gaze. “Are they all coming with us?” she asked.

A prompt flashed in Jian Qin’s mind. “No, Miss. Only I will accompany you to school.”

Just the two of them?

Something clicked in Lu Ying’s memory. “We’re going in the same car, right?”

“Yes, Miss.”

Ah…

Lu Ying realized she was now playing out that half-chapter she hadn’t posted. The plot involved the Young Mistress finishing breakfast, the maid changing, and then the two of them being escorted by bodyguards to a car to head for school. Once there, every student and teacher would be stunned by her beauty. The boys would adore her, the girls would envy her, and only one girl—Man-something-Lian—would be disrespectful, vowing to beat her in the exams and steal all the boys’ hearts. The Young Mistress, naturally, would ignore her.

Do I really have to act out such a brainless plot in person?!

Lu Ying looked up at the crystal chandeliers in the hallway and prepared to let out a long sigh, only to be blinded by the light. She lowered her head and swallowed her sorrow.

When she first transmigrated, she thought it was just a dream and wrote freely. Since she didn’t know she’d be back every night, her plot had been… unhinged. But this part of the story was written quite lazily. How was she supposed to know which “trigger” would send her back to reality?

It felt like playing a game without a UI. She only had the maid NPC to guide her. But if she recalled correctly, she hadn’t given the maid much to do in the school arc.

How stressful.

She instinctively began to lean on her maid NPC. When the butler turned to smile at her again, Lu Ying reached out and grabbed “President Jian,” pulling the woman in front of her.

The grip on her wrist was a bit too tight, and Jian Qin couldn’t help but frown. Her arm flinched back.

“You should walk in front… Wait, what’s wrong?”

Lu Ying had been barking orders, but she noticed the maid’s pained expression. Seeing her arm pull back, Lu Ying stepped forward and yanked up the sleeve.

The maid had been wearing lace-up gloves earlier, so Lu Ying hadn’t noticed a small, red burn mark just above her wrist, with a blister forming at the center.

How? She hadn’t written that the maid was injured.

Lu Ying had burned herself once while cooking. It had only been a few blisters at first, but she’d ignored it, and it had eventually gotten infected and hurt for weeks. Remembering that pain, her heart sank. “President Jian” had flinched—NPCs could feel pain too.

She stopped walking and asked the maid what happened. But her words were muted—she couldn’t even hear her own voice.

So strange.

Lu Ying frowned. Even in a supernatural world, this was a new kind of weird. Why the silence? Was it because her words didn’t belong in this world? She tried asking if the burn needed treatment. Still muted.

Ah… why?!

Jian Qin hadn’t expected her real-world injury to carry over. Seeing the Young Mistress’s worried gaze, she smiled gently, pulled her sleeve back down, and took the girl’s hand to comfort her.

She had only meant to hold it for a second, but the girl didn’t let go. Jian Qin had no choice but to lead her forward.

Along the way, she thought: It’s a good thing this NPC has Lu Ying’s face. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have this much patience.

Meanwhile, Lu Ying’s emotions were becoming complicated. Being led by the maid, she couldn’t explain what she was feeling. The hand felt slender and smooth. It was comfortable to hold. She didn’t really want to let go.

Initially, she’d been preoccupied with the “muting” and the burn, so she’d held on unconsciously. By the time she realized it was a bit strange, they were already at the main gates. Since they were already there, she figured she might as well finish the walk.

So, hand-in-hand, they walked to the luxury limousine.

The Overbearing and Cold Third Brother was already waiting. This “Ice King” was a man of his word; he’d said he would see her off, so he stood by the car door, never mind that he hadn’t bothered to walk over and eat with them.

The Third Brother’s frozen expression melted the moment he saw her. He smiled tenderly. “Sister, you’re here.”

Now that she could see him up close, Lu Ying stared at his face. She looked calm on the surface, but internally, she was giving a massive thumbs-up.

As expected of a Mary Sue hottie! This guy is way too handsome!

Beside her, Jian Qin saw the Young Mistress staring intently at the Third Brother. A wave of irritation washed over her, and she released the girl’s hand.

The warmth vanished. Lu Ying looked at her, suddenly feeling a sense of loss.

To be honest, holding the maid’s hand made her feel exceptionally grounded.

A person shouldn’t mistreat themselves, Lu Ying thought, looking down at her own hand.

Should she… reach out and grab it again?

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