After My Nemesis Discovered My Cross-dressing - Chapter 4

Since that night, Gu Qian had begun chatting with Y intermittently.

Perhaps it was because of the internet’s layer of anonymity that the other party did not know his true identity, or perhaps it was because Y disliked prying into his privacy. Y never questioned why he had a hobby of cross-dressing, so chatting felt relatively burden-free.

Through their conversations, Gu Qian had formed a rough sketch of the other man’s persona: likely an executive at a listed company, around his own age, intelligent, witty, tactful, and well-informed.

However, he still could not understand why a man who was so successful at such a young age would spend his time on a cross-dressing streamer, someone whose face he had never even seen.

Either Y was incredibly bored, or he shared a similarly unique fetish.

Regardless, he was in no hurry to uncover the truth; chatting with Y was interesting enough for now.

On Sunday morning, Gu Qian followed his usual routine. He woke at 6:00 AM, exercised downstairs, showered, and then made coffee. He did not have a habit of eating breakfast, so after finishing his coffee, he went straight into his study to handle work.

Around 9:00 AM, the spare phone on his desk vibrated.

Gu Qian picked it up and opened WeChat. Recently, he had started using this spare phone to stay logged into his secondary account so he would not have to keep switching between profiles.

Y: “Good morning. Are you up?”

77: “I am up.”

Y: “No sleeping in on the weekend?”

77: “I have work to handle.”

Y: “Vile capitalists. They only know how to exploit and oppress the working class.”

Gu Qian let out a soft chuckle. He was hardly in a position to complain, as he was an accomplice to those very capitalists.

Y: “Will you have any time to rest after you finish work?”

77: “I have plans this afternoon. I am going out.”

Today was the day Gu Qian had agreed to play tennis with President Zheng of Tengfei Group. At 2:10 PM, accompanied by Assistant Liang, he arrived at the AP Private Tennis Club.

This club operated on a membership basis, catering to business celebrities and elites; the barrier to entry was quite high.

Gu Qian arrived twenty minutes earlier than the scheduled time, but Zheng Bowen was even earlier. He smiled the moment he saw Gu Qian. “President Gu, you are very punctual.”

Gu Qian stepped forward and shook his hand. “President Zheng, we meet again.”

Zheng Bowen was beaming. “I have been looking forward to today.”

After a few pleasantries, Gu Qian prepared to head to the locker room to change. A uniformed staff member guided him. “Mr. Gu, this way please.”

Gu Qian followed the staff through the lobby. Just as he reached the elevators, the doors opened right in front of him.

Their eyes met, and the air went still for a moment.

There were four people in the elevator. Qin Yue stood in the center with one hand in his pocket, wearing a simple white T-shirt and shorts. The slightly tight shirt outlined his full chest muscles and a hint of his abs. Despite the casual attire, his physique exuded a powerful sense of masculine pheromones.

Seeing Gu Qian, Qin Yue did not seem surprised. He greeted him lazily, “President Gu, what a coincidence.”

“President Qin,” Gu Qian responded, stepping to the side to let the group pass.

Qin Yue did not stand on ceremony. He strode out of the elevator with his long legs, walking straight toward Gu Qian.

Gu Qian stood his ground. It was only when Qin Yue’s shoulder almost brushed against his suit that Gu Qian’s brow furrowed imperceptibly. The hallway was spacious, yet this man insisted on squeezing past him. This behavior could only be described in one word: provocative.

Suddenly, Qin Yue stopped and turned his face toward that handsome, cold countenance. At this distance, he could clearly smell the cold fragrance emanating from Gu Qian.

Aware of the gaze, Gu Qian lifted his dark lashes to meet his eyes. Those pale irises were devoid of emotion as usual; even in a confrontation, they remained silent and indifferent, as if nothing could leave a mark on them.

Qin Yue was the first to look away, his gaze dropping to Gu Qian’s light red lips. Gu Qian’s lip shape was beautiful, but his words were sharp, especially during negotiations where he was extremely aggressive.

Qin Yue’s teeth felt a bit itchy. He spoke slowly, “See you later, President Gu.”

Gu Qian remained silent.

Once the group finally departed, Gu Qian stepped into the elevator. Assistant Liang followed him. “President Gu, should I check why President Qin is here today?”

Gu Qian raised his hand to adjust his watch. “No need.”

Meeting someone else here might be a coincidence, but Qin Yue’s presence definitely was not. He just was not sure yet whether Qin Yue was here for President Zheng, like he was, or if he simply wanted to ruin Gu Qian’s collaboration.

Assistant Liang nodded. “Understood, President Gu.”

After changing, Gu Qian went downstairs to the outdoor clay courts to meet President Zheng. Zheng Bowen was a regular here and was already playing with a private coach.

Gu Qian stood by the rest area to watch a game, quickly gauging President Zheng’s skills and style. Once the game ended, Zheng Bowen wiped his sweat and walked over. “How was it, President Gu?”

Gu Qian smiled slightly. “President Zheng, please go easy on me later.”

“Hahaha! President Gu, you certainly know what to say!” Zheng Bowen laughed loudly as he took a bottle of water from a ball boy. “How about this? Let’s stop with the formal titles. If you do not mind, just call me Brother Zheng. What do you think?”

Gu Qian naturally followed suit. “Then Brother Zheng should call me Qian.”

Zheng Bowen rested for a moment before patting Gu Qian’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s have a friendly match.”

Gu Qian took a racket from the ball boy and followed Zheng Bowen onto the court. Although it was a friendly match, every game needs a winner.

The match began with a beautiful serve from Gu Qian. Zheng Bowen’s spirits lifted, and his excitement became visible. The scoreboard by the court flipped back and forth as the two traded points.

Unbeknownst to them, a tall figure had stopped nearby. Qin Yue stood in the rest area, a bottle of water in his hand, his gaze fixed on the slender, athletic figure on the court.

He had thought he might discover something by following Gu Qian here today, but Gu Qian was wearing a black long-sleeved tracksuit that did not even show his arms. Qin Yue shook his head with a smirk and continued watching the match.

Gu Qian’s playing style was much like the man himself: seemingly calm, but actually a lethal blade. Every swing seemed precisely calculated; it was cold, sharp, and merciless. No matter the score, his expression remained perfectly composed.

Qin Yue gritted his teeth and tilted his head back to take a drink of water. Since their first encounter, he had been wondering what exactly it would take to tear off that perfect mask.

Perhaps the answer was closer than he thought.

The match on the court was nearing its end. Eventually, Zheng Bowen won narrowly with a score of 7 to 5. Drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, he walked to Gu Qian and bumped shoulders with him. “Thank you for letting me win, Qian.”

Gu Qian’s breathing was also unsteady. He replied calmly, “My skills were simply not up to par.”

“No, no. If this were a formal match, I definitely would not beat you,” Zheng Bowen admitted humbly. “I am several years older than you, after all. My stamina is not what it used to be.”

The two walked back to the rest area to drink water. After a short chat, Zheng Bowen suddenly asked, “Qian, do you have other plans tonight?”

Gu Qian replied, “I do not.”

“That is perfect,” Zheng Bowen invited. “There is an excellent Cantonese restaurant nearby. Would you like to try it?”

“Yes,” Gu Qian accepted. “I would be honored.”

Zheng Bowen patted his shoulder again and laughed. “I like how straightforward you are. It suits my temperament.”

After resting for a while, the two went back to the locker rooms to change. Assistant Liang, who was waiting at the door, stepped forward. “President Gu, you had a phone call just now.”

Gu Qian took the phone. “Brother Zheng, I will return this call first.”

Zheng Bowen nodded. “Alright, go ahead.”

Twenty minutes later, Gu Qian returned from his call. Assistant Liang informed him, “President Gu, President Zheng has already changed and headed down. He said an old friend is here and went to catch up.”

“I see,” Gu Qian said, walking into the locker room area. “That will be all for today. You can head back.”

“Understood, President Gu,” Assistant Liang replied. “Contact me anytime if you need anything.”

Gu Qian entered the locker room and placed his phone in a storage locker. Each member had an individual locker room equipped with a shower. Gu Qian took a towel and a bathrobe and went inside to wash up.

After showering, he dried himself off and threw on the bathrobe before stepping out.

The moment he looked up, he unexpectedly collided with a pair of eyes as dark as ink. Gu Qian’s heart jumped, and he blurted out, “What are you doing here?”

Qin Yue was leaning against a locker with his arms crossed. His gaze traveled from top to bottom like a scanner, carving every detail into his memory.

Gu Qian had just showered. His usually pale skin was flushed with a soft pink hue, and his lips were redder than usual. Damp strands of hair were still dripping, with water droplets rolling down his slender neck into the hollow of his collarbone, disappearing into the wide opening of his bathrobe. A large portion of his pale, pinkish chest was exposed, showing the faint curve of his muscles, tempting one to look further.

Realizing the other man was scrutinizing his body, Gu Qian quickly adjusted his robe and tied the sash tightly. It had only been a few seconds, but it was enough for Qin Yue to get the answer he wanted.

He flashed a smile that was hard to describe. “My apologies. I took the wrong turn.”

Gu Qian furrowed his brows, his voice turning cold. “Are you serious?”

Qin Yue tilted his head. “Why have you stopped calling me President Qin?”

Gu Qian was never polite when competing for projects, but every time they met in person, he would formally address him as “President Qin.” This was the first time he had used “you.”

Gu Qian remained silent for a few seconds, his tone returning to calm. “President Qin, please leave. I need to change.”

“Then change,” Qin Yue shrugged, feigning confusion. “Am I bothering you by being here, President Gu?”

Gu Qian was certain now: this man was here specifically to cause trouble today. However, he was not provoked. He simply asked, “Do I need to ask the staff to come in and help you find the correct locker room?”

Qin Yue straightened up, a smirk still playing on his lips. “No need. I am leaving.”

Yet, as he reached the door, he turned back around. “By the way, President Gu, I heard Shengtai has been quite interested in short-form video platforms lately?” Qin Yue asked as if in passing.

Gu Qian replied coldly, “No comment.”

“Very well.” Qin Yue turned and continued walking away. “See you later, President Gu.”

Gu Qian said nothing. He thought the man was insane.

Once he had finally gotten rid of that “great Buddha,” Gu Qian took his clothes and dressed quickly, drying his hair until it was damp. After putting on his watch, he took his phone and walked out, only to find Qin Yue standing by a floor-to-ceiling window making a call.

The other man caught his eye and flashed another mysterious smile.

Gu Qian withdrew his gaze expressionlessly and walked away, but he felt a persistent gaze following him like a shadow.

Qin Yue stood still, watching that elegant and upright figure depart. Gu Qian had put his suit back on, wrapping himself up tightly once more.

But it did not matter. He already knew what kind of body was hidden beneath that formal attire.

Seeing it in person seemed even fairer and more beautiful than through the lens of a livestream.