After My Nemesis Discovered My Cross-dressing - Chapter 10

Gu Qian blinked, not immediately understanding what the other party meant.

77: “Doing what kind of strange things?”

Y: “I mean, I did not do anything strange with your photo.”

Gu Qian tilted his head, thinking seriously for a few seconds before the realization finally dawned on him. He immediately scrolled back up to the photo he had sent and clicked on the full image to inspect it closely. It was a very ordinary photo of him in a dress. No inappropriate parts were exposed, and even his face was hidden. The other party should not be able to do anything to this photo.

But bringing it up so suddenly, was he proving himself a gentleman, or was he over-explaining a guilty conscience?

77: “You had better not.”

Y: “Heaven is my witness; I am looking at it with purely appreciative eyes.”

77: “Uh-huh.”

Y: “By the way, it is the weekend tomorrow. Do you have any plans?”

77: “Resting at home.”

Y: “Finally willing to rest. That is not easy.”

Y: “Actually, I have always wanted to ask you. Maintaining such high-intensity work for so long, are you tired?”

Gu Qian stared at those two lines of text. His fingertips hovered over the screen, pausing for a long moment before he typed a reply.

77: “I have things that must be completed as soon as possible.”

Y: “Qiqi, what I care about is whether you are tired.”

Gu Qian frowned slightly, replying quickly this time.

77: “Regardless of whether I am tired or not, it is something I must do.”

Y: “I understand. Then I wish for Qiqi to complete what needs to be done soon.”

77: “From your lips to God’s ears.”

Y: “But no matter how busy work is, you still need to take good care of yourself. Or, let me take care of you?”

77: “Thank you, but I politely decline.”

Y: “What? That rejection was not polite at all.”

Y: “Crying Cat Head.gif”

Gu Qian looked at the emoji and was successfully amused. It was hard to imagine a business elite sending such a childish and cute emoji.

Y: “Qiqi, why are you ignoring me?”

Gu Qian said nothing. He even used a tilde. Was he committed to this tough guy acting cute persona to the end?

77: “It is too late. It is time for sleep.”

Y: “Alright, it is indeed very late. Goodnight and sweet dreams, Qiqi.”

What Gu Qian appreciated most about Y was this: he would not cling to a topic or pry incessantly. Even when flirting, he knew when to stop. This was a major reason why Gu Qian could chat with him without feeling any burden.

77: “Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

After ending the chat, Gu Qian sat at his desk for a long while before getting up to change. The red satin fabric slid down his snowy-white, smooth skin. He wrapped himself in his usual bathrobe and leaned over to pick up the red dress lying on the bed. His fingertips brushed the soft fabric as gently as if he were caressing a lover.

A moment later, Gu Qian walked into the walk-in closet and hung the dress back in the wardrobe. He then pulled the wardrobe door shut, locking away his unspeakable hobby along with it.

The next morning, Gu Qian slept until 7:00 AM and lay in bed for a while longer before getting up. After washing up, he went downstairs to the gym to exercise.

The residential gym was a bit more crowded on a weekend morning than usual. As soon as Gu Qian walked in, someone greeted him. “Hi, morning,” they said.

Gu Qian looked up. “Good morning.”

Chu Qi looked at him with a beaming smile. “A bit late today. I almost thought you were not coming to work out.”

Through his persistent efforts during this period, the cold, handsome man was finally willing to speak to him. Although he was still sparing with his words, Chu Qi had already defeated 99% of the people in this gym.

Gu Qian replied flatly, “I woke up late.”

Chu Qi nodded in agreement. “On a big weekend, one should sleep in properly.”

The small talk ended there, and Gu Qian focused on his workout. Chu Qi sensibly stopped bothering him, though he mentally resolved to get Gu Qian’s WeChat the next time they met.

On this rare day off, Gu Qian made an overseas call and held an online international meeting. The rest of the time, aside from eating, he lay on the sofa scrolling through his phone and chatting intermittently with Y.

Time seemed to slip away exceptionally fast on the weekend. At around 9:00 PM, Gu Qian finished his shower and prepared to go to bed early. However, just as he lay down, his phone vibrated.

Gu Qian looked at the caller ID and answered. “Hello,” he said.

A very noisy sound came from the other end of the line, followed by a voice shouting, “Hello, are you Meng Siyao’s brother?”

Gu Qian sat up. “Who are you?”

“I am the bartender at the bar!” the person replied loudly. “Young Master Meng drank too much and is unconscious. Come and pick him up!”

Gu Qian knit his brows. “I am not available. Call his friends.”

“I cannot! Young Master Meng said he does not associate with those friends anymore,” the person added quickly, fearing he would hang up. “How about you send someone to pick him up?”

“I see,” Gu Qian agreed. “Please keep an eye on him. I will send someone over.”

After hanging up, he dialed Assistant Liang’s number.

“Hello, President Gu,” Assistant Liang said. His response was as fast as ever. “Do you have any instructions?”

“Meng Siyao drank too much at a bar,” Gu Qian said succinctly. “I need you to go and take him home.”

Assistant Liang responded, “Understood, President Gu. I will go right away.”

Gu Qian was silent for a few seconds before speaking again. “Forget it. I will go myself.”

Assistant Liang replied, “It is no trouble, President Gu. I am free right now.”

“Get some rest,” Gu Qian said as he got out of bed. “That is all.”

Assistant Liang paused. “Thank you, President Gu.”

Gu Qian grabbed a casual suit and changed, heading out to the bar. Since it was so late and he did not want to call his driver, and he could not drive himself, he had to take a taxi. After getting into the taxi, Gu Qian opened WeChat to message Y.

77: “The plan to sleep early has been ruined.”

Y: “What happened?”

77: “A friend drank too much. I am on my way to the bar.”

Y: “Male or female?”

77: “Male. Does it matter?”

Y: “It matters. Which bar? Is it far from you?”

Gu Qian hesitated but gave the name of the bar anyway.

Y: “It is so late. I am a bit worried about you going to a bar alone.”

Gu Qian wanted to laugh. What kind of frail, weak image did Y have of him?

77: “It is fine. I will leave as soon as I pick him up.”

The other side was quiet for about a minute before a new message arrived.

Y: “Alright, then stay safe. Keep in touch. Call me anytime if you need anything.”

The bar was not far away. Half an hour later, Gu Qian arrived at the entrance. At around 10:00 PM, the bar was at its liveliest. Gu Qian caused quite a stir the moment he entered.

He rejected those attempting to strike up a conversation all the way to the bar counter and asked the bartender where Meng Siyao was. The bartender stared for a few seconds, only coming to his senses after being struck by Gu Qian’s beauty. “Oh! You are Young Master Meng’s brother, right?”

Gu Qian did not respond directly, asking again, “Where is he?”

“Right there at the booth!” The bartender turned and called someone. “Joy! You take this handsome guy to find Young Master Meng.”

“Understood,” the waiter nearby replied. “Handsome, follow me.”

Gu Qian followed the waiter through the crowd to a booth and saw the person slumped in his seat like a pile of mud. The waiter reminded him, “Pardon me, sir, but Young Master Meng’s bill for tonight has not been settled yet.”

Gu Qian asked, “How much?”

“A total of five thousand three hundred and eighty yuan,” the waiter said, showing the bill. “How will you be paying?”

Gu Qian took his phone from his pocket. “Alipay.”

After settling the bill, Gu Qian walked forward, leaned down slightly, and slapped the flushed face. The sound was so loud it startled the waiter standing nearby.

Meng Siyao was also slapped awake. He opened his bleary eyes and tried to focus on the face in front of him.

Gu Qian looked down. “Are you awake?”

Recognizing the voice, Meng Siyao asked slurringly, “Brother Qian, why are you here?”

“To clean up your mess,” Gu Qian commanded coldly. “Get up on your own.”

Meng Siyao’s mind was a mess, but he was relatively obedient, attempting to push himself up from the booth, though his limbs would not cooperate. Gu Qian could not bear to watch and reached out to help him up. “Let’s go.”

Meng Siyao was a grown man and quite tall, pressing down on Gu Qian like a small mountain. Fortunately, Gu Qian maintained a regular exercise routine; otherwise, he really would not have been able to move him.

After finally stuffing him into a taxi, Gu Qian sat inside as well and gave the address of a hotel.

“Handsome, how did your friend get this drunk?” the driver asked through the rearview mirror, sounding worried. “He is not going to throw up in my car, is he?”

Gu Qian adjusted his crumpled suit. “If he throws up, I will pay double for the cleaning fee.”

“Alright then!” the driver stopped talking. “We are moving.”

Gu Qian rolled down the window, letting fresh air into the cramped cabin before he could breathe freely. Soon, the taxi came to a steady stop in front of the hotel.

Gu Qian helped Meng Siyao into a hotel room. After tossing him onto the bed, he prepared to leave.

“Brother Qian,” Meng Siyao spoke from the bed at that moment. “Do you hate me now?”

Gu Qian paused but did not turn back.

“I always feel that since you came back to take over the group, your attitude toward me has changed a lot,” Meng Siyao said, using the alcohol as courage to speak thoughts he usually dared not voice. “In the past, our relationship was clearly as close as biological brothers.”

“You are overthinking it,” Gu Qian interrupted him. “Get some rest. I am leaving.”

Meng Siyao fell silent, and it was unclear if he had fallen asleep or simply had nothing left to say.

After all the back-and-forth, it was already past 11:00 PM when Gu Qian returned home. He took off his suit jacket, which smelled of alcohol and perfume, and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. Only after drinking did he remember to open WeChat. Y had indeed sent him several messages.

77: “I am home.”

Y: “Good.”

Y: “Did you take your friend home?”

77: “I did not take him home; I sent him to a hotel.”

Y: “That is good. I mean, putting up a drunk would interfere with your rest.”

A slight curve appeared on Gu Qian’s lips, as he could not be bothered to call out Y’s little scheme. After a few dozen seconds, a new message popped up in the chat box.

Y: “Fine, I admit it. I am jealous.”