My Boss Transmigrated Into a Maid and I Became Gay - Chapter 9

While Lu Ying was debating whether to continue holding the little hand, her devastatingly handsome Third Brother remained blocked in front of the car door. Usually a man of few words to others, he was now showering his sister with an endless stream of instructions.

He told her not to mind anyone else, as they were all “villains with ulterior motives”; he told her that if she didn’t feel like listening to lectures, she should just come home early and not force herself; he even warned her not to talk too much with the Fourth Brother during lunch—better to save all her stories for the evening to tell her Third Brother.

Lu Ying: “…”

Why save it for the night? Do real-time communications not exist here?!

After her silent retort, she realized she hadn’t seen a single cell phone in this world. Despite the presence of other high-tech luxuries, since she hadn’t written phones into the story, no one used them.

The Third Young Master babbled on so long that the butler finally couldn’t watch any longer. He smiled and interrupted, “Third Young Master, the Young Mistress needs to board the vehicle.”

The man’s face reverted to an “Ice King” mask in a split second. He turned to the maid, “President Jian,” and said coldly, “Take good care of her.”

“Understood, Young Master.”

Third Brother watched them go with a lingering gaze, while Lu Ying rolled her eyes internally and turned away quite heartlessly, stepping into a luxury limousine that was significantly taller than she was.

The next second, Lu Ying seeing such a limousine for the first time was stunned.

She understood the sofa seating, the ornate ceiling lights, and the wine cabinet bar… but what on earth were the double bed and the strange steel pole in the back?!

The pole was surrounded by a ring of atmospheric mood lighting, making it very difficult to maintain any “pure” thoughts about its purpose!

Lu Ying felt a profound resistance toward the design of the rear cabin and sat down on the side sofa in the front area with a look of disdain.

“President Jian” stood by her side in attendance and asked if she’d like something to drink. Lu Ying figured that since she hadn’t gotten to eat anything delicious, drinking something nice would be a decent consolation. She asked, “What do you have?”

“Miss, there are only various wines. But since you are going to school, you cannot drink.”

Lu Ying: “…”

Then why the hell did you even ask?!

Her temper flared slightly, but she calmed herself and told the maid, “Sit down.”

Jian Qin was also tired of standing, so she sat down quite unceremoniously.

Her hand rested on the seat. Bored, Lu Ying scanned the interior of the car once more before her gaze fell on the maid’s hand and she found herself unable to look away.

It was strange. The setting was a maid, yet this woman’s hands were fair, smooth, and supple, Lu Ying had just touched them, so she knew.

Lu Ying wanted to touch them again. For some reason, she just did.

It’s just an NPC anyway, so what if I touch her? I didn’t get breakfast; is it too much to ask for a few strokes of a beauty’s hand?

Even if this beauty looks exactly like my boss, does it matter? It’s not like my boss will ever know!

Lu Ying finished her self-persuasion until her psychological burden dropped to zero. She took a sharp breath, grabbed the maid’s hand, and began kneading and squeezing it.

She hadn’t written this into the novel plot. Of course, when she was writing, she never would have imagined such a… somewhat perverted development.

Jian Qin was caught off guard by the Young Mistress’s blatant advances. She waited for the voice in her head to tell her how to react, but after a long while, there was nothing.

She wanted to pull her hand away, but she didn’t know if doing so would prevent her from returning to reality. Left with no choice, she remained still and offered a subtle reminder: “Miss, what are you doing?”

Lu Ying had already written her off as an NPC, and her speech became increasingly arrogant: “Holding your little hand, obviously.”

Jian Qin couldn’t believe she could say something so “righteous” with such a straight face. For a long moment, she didn’t know how to respond.

The car moved quickly. Lu Ying didn’t get to enjoy the hand-holding for long before the driver brought the car to a steady halt. As the doors slid open automatically, she reluctantly let go of her “wicked” claws.

Unlike the silence of the car, the outside was bustling and noisy. Lu Ying peeked out and saw many young masters and misses getting out of their cars and heading toward the school gate.

Jian Qin had suspected the prompting voice had disappeared, but she heard it again now. Following the instructions, she said, “Miss, it is time to disembark.”

Lu Ying gave a brief acknowledgment and stepped down.

The moment her feet touched the ground, the scene before her suddenly distorted and blurred. The long-awaited feeling of falling hit her, and she snapped her eyes open on her small bed in reality.

*****

Lu Ying lay there for a while to let the emotions of the book-world fade before crawling up to check her phone.

It was a bit later than usual—8:30 AM.

She sat up and touched her face. Even though she hadn’t played out the washing-up scene this time, her face was clean, and a faint floral-fruity scent lingered in her mouth.

Realizing this, Lu Ying’s first thought was: If I can transmigrate every day, I’m going to save a fortune on face wash and toothpaste.

Since she only needed to use her own face wash once at night, couldn’t she afford the luxury high-end brands now? And if she could return to reality with a full stomach from that world, wouldn’t she save on breakfast too?

Ah… I really am a common-or-garden variety genius at saving money!

Faint sounds of cooking drifted in from outside. Lu Ying temporarily snapped out of her fantasies and changed her clothes.

Seeing her emerge, Yu Linchuan asked, “Did I wake you?”

“No, no,” Lu Ying said, her nose twitching as she smelled egg custard and steamed rolls. She said with a grin, “I woke up to the smell.”

Yu Linchuan was making a minced meat gravy. After thickening it with starch, she gave the pan a toss. “Go wash up then, and come eat.”

“You got it!”

The freshly steamed egg custard was piping hot; one look told her the texture was perfectly silky and tender. With a practiced hand, Yu Linchuan used a knife to score a grid into the custard and poured the gravy over it. With a slight shake, the shimmering gravy coated each piece, releasing an irresistible aroma.

Lu Ying took a bite and showered her with praise. Yu Linchuan was happy to see her enjoying it. “You said you were going to sleep in, so I was going to leave a bowl in the steamer for you. But it’s definitely best right out of the pot.”

“Uh, I wanted to sleep, but maybe it’s because I’m getting older—I just naturally wake up early even on weekends.”

After she said that, Yu Linchuan barely managed to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. “Getting older? You’re beautiful and young; you’re at the best age of your life right now.”

“I don’t know…” For some reason, President Jian’s face flashed in Lu Ying’s mind. “I don’t think there’s such a thing as a ‘best age.’ There’s only living your best life at whatever age you happen to be.”

Yu Linchuan argued, “How can that be? Being young is just better.”

“Actually, I think being like President Jian is better…” Lu Ying accidentally let her true thoughts slip out. Startled by her own words, she took a big bite of egg custard, only to choke on it. She leaned against the table, coughing violently for a good while.

She coughed until tears came to her eyes. In the rush to get her tissues, Yu Linchuan temporarily forgot what she had just said.

******

After the meal, Yu Linchuan packed up to go view apartments with the agent. Lu Ying stayed home and flipped through some magazines, but she couldn’t settle down.

She put the magazine down and thought: No, I have to figure this transmigration thing out.

She was facing a complete unknown. She didn’t know why it was happening or what the rules were. Before the plot ran out, she transmigrated to the beginning every day, and today she’d reached the school gates, but she’d only written half of that chapter.

She’d finished about half of that half-chapter. What would happen once the remaining part was over?

The best result would be returning to normal life, but if she didn’t, would the plot just develop randomly? Honestly, Lu Ying didn’t want the story to escape her control.

She preferred the upcoming plot points to be arranged by her, so she’d know what to expect and have a safer path back to reality. So, under the uncertainty of what happens when the plot ends, should she finish writing the rest of the content?

Lu Ying fell into a dilemma. If she wrote it, the probability of continuing to transmigrate was high, but the direction of the plot would be in her hands. If she didn’t write it, she faced a complete unknown, and she was afraid she might not be able to get back to reality.

Why not just write a few simple, everyday scenes? That way, I can finish the plot quickly and return to reality. Isn’t that perfect?

Lu Ying thought this was a great idea. She pulled up the unfinished draft from her phone and prepared to continue.

Before starting, she scrolled back through the previous text and finally remembered the name of the girl who challenged her: Man-Lian-Qing·Cloud-Moon·Ice-Condensation-Like-Pity. Lu Ying had used a “Mary Sue Name Generator” for that; it wasn’t a name a normal human could ever conceive.

She silently memorized the name several times to avoid slipping up and causing unnecessary trouble during the next transmigration. Then, she casually wrote a few small daily scenes, arranging everything for herself and her maid with perfect clarity.

There. Now I don’t have to worry.

She breathed a sigh of relief. As she was about to close the document, a new thought occurred to her.

Wait… if I modify the plot points I’ve already written, will the next transmigration change according to the latest version?

Lu Ying’s curiosity was piqued. She thought about it and changed the scene where the butler and bodyguards escorted her to the car, turning it into just the maid accompanying her to the main gate.

Hmm, not enough.

She rubbed her fingers together, feeling a bit guilty, and added one more sentence:

“The maid took the initiative to hold the Young Mistress’s hand. Though the Young Mistress seemed somewhat reluctant, the maid still held her firmly, walking toward the main gate together.”

Since I’m working so hard transmigrating every day, I might as well get some perks from the NPC.

This way, she wouldn’t look so strange. Heaven be her witness: it was the maid who was taking the initiative; it had nothing to do with her.

Lu Ying’s lips curled up in a very smug grin.

Gosh, why am I so clever!

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