With My Ability To Swap, I Will Never End Up In A Love Triangle Mess - Chapter 42

The entire morning passed with Xia Xi stuck in Bai Xiao Cha’s body. He had originally planned to try out his sister’s high school cafeteria lunch, but the moment he laid eyes on the horrifying dish—”Stir-fried Green Pepper, Radish Shreds, Potato Shreds, Sweet Potato Shreds, and Glass Noodles All Mixed Together”—he noped right back into his own body.

Sweet heavens, what kind of abominable flavor would that even be?! And don’t even get him started on the garlic sprouts stir-fried with celery—utterly terrifying.

Back in his own body, the System’s auto-pilot had already prepared a steaming plate of tomato scrambled eggs and a bowl of sliced pork soup on the dining table.

Looking at the fragrant meal, Xia Xi’s eyes practically turned green with envy.

The System’s been eating this well every day in my body?!

Then again… he hadn’t exactly been suffering in other people’s bodies either—Bai Xiao Cha’s excluded!

At Luo Xinyu’s place, as the young miss of a wealthy family, he could just order the maids to prepare whatever he wanted. As long as it wasn’t illegal, he could eat like a king.

With Liu Yiyi, aside from the midnight instant noodles with ham and tea eggs, her daytime meals mostly consisted of takeout like fried chicken and rice bowls—still pretty tasty.

Maid Café.

“Welcome home, Master~”

A maid named Xiao Jing, her long purple hair tied into twintails, greeted Xia Xi with a sweet smile.

“Ohhh~ So it’s Brother Xia! You’re so late today, I thought you weren’t coming to work at all!”

The way she kept calling him “Brother Xia” sent a warm, fuzzy feeling straight to his heart.

“Ahem. I’ll go change first.”

Xia Xi’s job was washing dishes in the back kitchen, but for some unfathomable reason, Liu Jiaying—the café’s owner—had gone nuts last week and custom-made butler uniforms for all the male staff, requiring them to wear the outfits during shifts. So now, the first thing he had to do upon arrival was change.

“Okay~”

Xiao Jing nodded obediently.

“Go deliver that food first, or the omelet rice will get cold~”

Noticing she’d been holding the tray the entire time they talked, Xia Xi kindly reminded her.

The girl froze for a second before gasping in horror.

“Ah! Thank you!!”

She hurried off to deliver the meal, nearly tripping over herself.

The customer waiting for her was a glasses-wearing guy with long bangs covering half his face—a regular, by the looks of it. Despite the delay, his only request was for Xiao Jing to perform a “love heart magic” spell on his omelet rice.

Honestly, these so-called “otaku” customers were often the most easygoing. Their demands were simple—just let them admire cute girls and indulge in their 2D waifu fantasies.

It was the “normal” customers, the ones who took “the customer is God” way too seriously, that caused real headaches. A tiny mistake could lead to public scenes, demands for compensation, and everyone losing face.

“Oh no! I forgot to tell Brother Xia someone’s still in the changing room!”

After finishing the love spell, Xiao Jing suddenly remembered.

Ever since last week, the café had staggered shift times for male and female employees—girls started half an hour earlier to avoid overlapping changing times.

Of course, since they were working extra, Liu Jiaying—being the generous rich boss she was—had raised their wages accordingly, unlike some shady businesses that demand more hours for the same pay.

“Well… it’s probably fine!”

Remembering who was currently in the changing room, Xiao Jing’s worries instantly vanished. She twirled a strand of her twintail around her finger, tilting her head thoughtfully.

The boss wouldn’t do anything to Brother Xia… right?

She was wrong.

The moment Xia Xi pushed open the changing room door, his eyes were met with the sight of a smooth, flawless, and very much bare female back.

“Sorry! My bad!”

His eyes widened, and he immediately moved to shut the door. Peeping on a girl changing? Not his style.

“Wait!”

Liu Jiaying’s voice stopped him cold.

Even without seeing his face, she’d recognized him from his voice alone.

“Uh, Boss, whatever it is, can’t it wait until you’re dressed?”

Xia Xi turned his head away, fighting every instinct to glance back.

“Ugh, just get over here! This stupid dress is impossible to tie—help me with the straps!”

Now, maid outfits weren’t actually that hard to put on. With Liu Jiaying’s extensive wardrobe experience, she should’ve had no trouble. Most maid dresses were pre-assembled—just slip them on like a normal dress.

But the urgency in her voice made it seem like she was genuinely struggling…

Or so he thought.

“You’re not even wearing it yet!! How am I supposed to tie straps on nothing?!

At least put the damn dress on first!

We’re not that close! Have some boundaries, Boss!!”

“I think—”

Xia Xi tried to close the door and pretend this never happened.

“I don’t care what you think. Get over here, or I’m docking your pay!”

Damn it.

Financial blackmail.

A real man bows to no one! Money is just worldly vanity! Xia Xi would never compromise his—

“Right away, Boss! How would you like these straps tied?~”

He scurried over like an eager puppy.

“Help me put the dress on first.”

Liu Jiaying was holding up a custom-made maid outfit, her upper body still in its natural state.

Xia Xi took the dress, squeezed his eyes shut, and blindly attempted to pull it over her head.

“It’s crooked!”

“…Okay.”

“Turn it clockwise a bit!”

“Got it.”

“You’re squishing my chest!”

“Let me adjust—”

With his eyes closed, Xia Xi had no idea what the dress even looked like on her, relying entirely on Liu Jiaying’s feedback.

Meanwhile, seeing him keep his eyes firmly shut, Liu Jiaying’s approval rating of him rose significantly.

Had he been leering at her, she would’ve been flattered—after all, it meant the guy she liked appreciated her body—but she’d also have mentally deducted points.

A man ruled by lust alone was never a good bet.

Watching him fumble adorably, Liu Jiaying nodded in satisfaction.

Yep. I picked the right one.

“Okay, open your eyes. I’m decent now.”

Only then did Xia Xi cautiously peek.

Standing before him was Liu Jiaying, now fully dressed in a white stockings maid outfit, smiling as she waved a hand in front of his face.

“What, cat got your tongue?”

She clicked her tongue in mock disapproval, though inwardly, she was thrilled he found her so captivating.

“C-Cough! No! I wasn’t staring!”

“Such a dishonest boy~”

Liu Jiaying slowly placed her right hand on Xia Xi’s chest, her index finger tracing little circles on his shirt…