After My Nemesis Discovered My Cross-dressing - Chapter 2

The Porsche Cayenne slowly rolled into Qijiang Yuyuan and drove straight into the underground garage.

Qijiang Yuyuan was one of the ten most prestigious luxury residential complexes in City A. Located in the most prosperous district along the riverbank, it was the gift Meng Ye had offered Gu Qian, a 300-square-meter luxury flat with a prime river view—when he urgently recalled him to the city.

Gu Qian opened his front door, and the sensor light in the entryway flickered on.

The apartment featured 270-degree wraparound floor-to-ceiling windows, and the overall decoration was in an Italian minimalist luxury style. Because the space was so vast, it felt cold and lonely, lacking any sense of being lived-in. Since moving in, Gu Qian had hardly touched the decor or furniture; everything remained exactly as it had been.

He raised a hand to loosen his tie, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the river view shrouded in night.

After a long silence, Gu Qian turned and headed toward the bedroom.

After showering, he emerged in a bathrobe and went to the study to handle some business. As the clock on the wall pointed to eleven, Gu Qian took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, a pair of dark, deep eyes flashed through his mind.

He remembered his first encounter with Qin Yue. At that time, the outcome had already been decided. Qin Yue, sitting opposite him, had remained expressionless, yet the look in his eyes felt as if he wanted to swallow Gu Qian alive.

This time, the “Oasis” project was led by the City A government with an investment of ten billion. The goal was to create an ecological landmark for the city, a benchmark zone integrating tech innovation, industry, and urban living.

With the real estate industry currently in a slump, the strongest competitors for this project were clearly Shengtai and Huanyu. Although Gu Qian had gained an advantage by acquiring Qingyuan Technology first, he didn’t dare underestimate his opponent.

Qin Yue might look like a reckless playboy, but he was not a useless “rich second generation” like Meng Siyao. In fact, the heir to the Huanyu Group had a sharp eye and ruthless methods; there were even times when he moved faster than Gu Qian.

The vibrating sound of a phone interrupted his thoughts.

Gu Qian snapped back to reality and frowned slightly when he saw the caller ID. However, he quickly picked up the phone. “Uncle Meng.”

Meng Ye’s heavy, low voice came through the line. “Qian, you are not asleep yet, are you?”

“Not yet,” Gu Qian replied. “It is so late, is something wrong?”

Meng Ye asked about the progress of the new project as usual, but after a few sentences, he turned to the main topic. “How is Siyao doing at the company lately?”

“He just gave me a formal guarantee,” Gu Qian replied simply. “You can check the results in a month, Uncle Meng.”

“Good, good. I just,” Meng Ye grew excited and began to cough violently. After a moment, he continued, “I knew it. Only you can handle that brat. Thank you for your hard work, Qian.”

Without waiting for a response, he added, “It is only because I trust you that I have entrusted both Shengtai and Siyao to you. Qian, you will not let my trust down, will you?”

Gu Qian was silent for a few seconds before replying calmly, “Uncle Meng, please focus on your recovery.”

Two years ago, when Gu Qian was appointed CEO of Shengtai Group, it caused a sensation. No one understood why Meng Ye would hand over a vast commercial empire to an outsider. Even though Gu Qian had been mentored by Meng Ye, he did not carry the Meng surname and had no blood relation to the family.

Aside from Gu Qian and a few confidants, not even Meng Siyao knew that Chairman Meng was actually away for medical treatment.

After hanging up, Gu Qian exhaled softly, closed his laptop, and went to the bedroom to rest. He turned on the bedside lamp and lay down, trying to coax himself to sleep.

After a long while, he sat up, walked barefoot across the carpet, and headed to the walk-in closet. He opened the innermost wardrobe and ran his fingers over the soft, silky fabric, selecting a white spaghetti-strap dress.

Gu Qian changed into the dress, skillfully adjusted his phone stand, and checked the camera angle to ensure his face would not be seen. Then, he started the livestream.

As soon as the stream went live, viewers flooded in.

[Front row sofa!!] [Ahhh, 77-Wife is online!] [Holy crap! 77-Wife has been streaming so often lately. Is this real happiness?!!]

Gu Qian did not look at the scrolling comments. He picked up a tablet and continued working.

He had first discovered this platform when Shengtai’s entertainment division was looking to acquire an emerging short-video app. He had downloaded it to do research, happened upon the livestreams, and noticed many streamers did not show their faces. On a whim, he opened his own channel.

Every time he streamed, he wore a dress. He did not show his face or chat; he simply focused on his own tasks. For some reason, he had attracted a steady audience. Perhaps those viewers were just as bored as he was.

At 11:30 PM, Qin Yue walked out of the bathroom, drying his wet hair.

He tossed the towel over a chair, picked up his phone, and downloaded the short-video app. He usually did not keep video apps on his phone; in his view, scrolling through videos was a waste of time, and wasting time was wasting money.

However, short videos were the trend, and hearing that Shengtai intended to acquire this platform, Qin Yue could not miss out on the action. After the download finished, he registered a new account, picked a random nickname, and began exploring.

The app’s features were not particularly unique, except for small social circles based on interest tags. Like any other software, it seemed it could eventually be used as a dating app.

Qin Yue scrolled for a bit, felt bored, and clicked on the “Live” category. Since his account was new, the algorithm had not caught his interests yet, so the recommendations were a mess.

He swiped past several streams until his eyes suddenly stopped on one.

On the screen was a faceless streamer wearing a white spaghetti-strap dress. The thin straps rested on the shoulder, leading to two delicately recessed collarbones. The skin on the chest was vibrantly white, and the soft fabric clung to slight curves. The arms were also pale, with smooth, subtle muscle definition.

Though the sight was pleasing, based on the bone structure and muscle, it clearly was not a woman.

Qin Yue was not interested in cross-dressers and was about to swipe away when his gaze accidentally landed on the streamer’s hand.

The fingers were slender, the skin a cool white, with distinct blue veins on the back of the hand. The fingertips and joints, however, had a faint pink tint, making them look like a finely carved work of art.

The left hand holding the water glass had a tiny red mole between the fingers, a detail that added an indescribable touch of sensuality. Just looking at it made one’s heart race.

Qin Yue narrowed his dark eyes, staring intensely at that hand. To someone with a hand fetish, this was a perfect, unforgettable hand. It was identical to the hand Gu Qian used to sign contracts.

In an instant, an absurd thought flashed through Qin Yue’s mind.

Qi Qi?

Qin Yue stared for a full minute before snapping out of it. He followed the streamer, topped up his account balance, and returned to the room to send fifty “Carnivals” in one go.

The flashy, colorful effects of the Carnivals exploded on screen, and the comments section went wild.

During a break to drink water, Gu Qian glanced at his phone and froze. Because his streaming schedule was irregular, he never showed his face, and he never interacted with fans, people rarely gave him gifts.

Why did a “sugar daddy” suddenly appear and drop so many Carnivals?

Gu Qian set down his glass, guessing the big spender had mistaken him for a female streamer. He gave a “signing off” gesture to the camera, ended the stream, and went to his private messages to contact the top donor.

To avoid harassment, he usually blocked messages from fans, but this was the first time he reached out to someone.

77: “Hello. Please leave your payment info; I will cash out the tips and refund them to you.”

Hehe: “No need for a refund. It is a gift for you.”

Gu Qian found the person’s sarcastic nickname and default avatar a bit strange.

77: “You might have misunderstood. I am a male streamer.”

Hehe: “No mistake. It was for you.”

77: “Thank you, but I do not accept tips.”

Hehe: “Fine. Then leave your contact info, and I will add you.”

After a moment of thought, Gu Qian sent the ID of his secondary WeChat account. A while later, he received a friend request. He hit “Accept” and messaged the person first.

77: “I do not have money in my WeChat wallet. Send me your bank card number, and I will transfer it.”

Y: “Rest assured, I am an adult. The gifts were voluntary.”

77: “I do not need them.”

Y: “I want to give them to you.”

Gu Qian let out a small “tsk.” Before he could type back, another message arrived.

Y: “How long have you been streaming on this platform?”

77: “Not long.”

After sending that, Gu Qian put his phone down, not intending to reply further. There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world; everything had a hidden price, including money itself. He decided he would contact the platform tomorrow to have the funds returned directly to the sender’s account.

Just then, another notification popped up.

Y: “Actually, today was the first day I registered my account.”

Gu Qian hesitated, then picked up the phone again.

77: “First day, so why give me so many gifts?”

Y: “Because you look good in a dress.”

Gu Qian’s brow twitched. His finger hovered over the screen. From his first day of streaming, he had never hidden his gender. He simply had a hobby of wearing dresses; he did not have a gender identity crisis.

When he first started, some comments called him a “pervert,” a “ladyboy,” or “disgusting.” Because the room was small, those comments stood out, so he developed the habit of ignoring the chat.

77: “Do you not think a man who likes wearing dresses is a pervert?”

Y: “I do not.”

Y: “You look very good in a dress.”

After Qin Yue replied, he opened his gallery and scrutinized the screenshots he had taken from the stream.

It was truly hard to connect this cross-dresser in a white dress to President Gu, who was always in a suit with his shirt buttoned to the very top. But when he imagined that body with Gu Qian’s face, it did not feel jarring or disgusting. On the contrary.

“Heh.” Qin Yue let out an ambiguous laugh, a deep sense of interest rising in his eyes.

He could not wait to confirm if “77” was really Gu Qian.

If it was, who would have thought that the “unreachable flower” who never gave him a second glance had such a secret side?

Interesting. It is truly interesting.