Beloved Enemy

Chapter 75

The so-called internal company forum is actually an OA office system. Each official employee in the company has an account number. They can upload and download files into the system. There is also a small dialogue platform, much simpler than a QQ group, but most the employees will not chat on the OA system, instead use it mostly for work related purposes.

GuQingPei had never been on this system. Important documents were directly handed to him. He flipped through his notebook for a long time before he could find the account and password that Zhang Xia had created for him.

After he got online, he discovered that the number of people online today was unprecedentedly high. Very soon, a new email alert popped up. The subject of the email was called "GuQingPei." GuQingPei's heart shuddered. Not knowing why, he opened it.

The message contained a few photos.

The light was dim and the backdrop appeared to be a guest room in a hotel. GuQingPei saw his face in these few fuzzy photos.

The blood in his body instantly froze.

He will not forget this hotel. It was from that night in Hangzhou. It was at a time when he and YuanYang were butting head to head, when they were unable to tolerate each other. They were on a business trip. It was in this hotel that YuanYang had instructed the duck (male prostitute) to give him an aphrodisiac drug, and then....

There were only four or five photos in the email and it was not considered to be sexually explicit. At least YuanYang's face and body was entirely concealed and the photos were only taken from above the waist. Though it was just a few photos, it was clear enough for people to see that this is a series of sex photos. Not only that, the person that he is having sex with is clearly a male. He looked at his 30 plus years face in the mirror, so familiar, yet so strange appearing in front of him. In these photos, his face is completely flushed red, full of perspiration, his expression confused, clearly looking drunk. Other people looking at these photos would surely think that he is drunk, only he knew that he was drugged.

GuQingPei's head is constantly buzzing; his eyes repeatedly lost focus. Then he concentrated on these photos that is ruthlessly penetrating his eyes. They look blurred and cleared, yet clear and fuzzy, repeatedly disrupting his focus.

This is a mass mailing. Every employee in the company can see it in their own mailbox. He finally understood why Zhang Xia's voice is full of panic and embarrassment. That is because everyone in the company, on a night where nothing specific is happening, they suddenly received an explosive gift, seeing pictures of their president passionately tangled with a man.

GuQingPei can hardly tell whether he is in reality or is having a nightmare.

He is a person, who even as child never fell behind other people and intensely cared about his reputation. When he was in school, he was always the top student. When he was working, he was always the best employee. He was an exceedingly hard-working person, rarely anyone can be compared to him. He studied and worked very hard because he refused to accept defeat. He grew up surrounded with praises from those around him. His abnormal sexual orientation is probably the only deficiency in his life. But he has no choice other than to accept this reality. However, this does not mean that he can tolerate everyone knowing his deepest, darkest secret. Not only that, but for it to be exposed in such shameful way, making him lost all his prestige.

He felt like he had been furiously slapped by the public a few times. Every one of those pictures of him showed his humiliation and shamefulness. GuQingPei has fought for many years in this materialistic business world, having experienced all kinds of injustices and setbacks. Every single time, he had kept a straight face and got back up. But only this time, he has the kind of humiliation of someone tearing his face off. His pride and dignity have been thoroughly ruined by these few photos. From now on, how can he, GuQingPei, face his friends, his colleagues?