Finally, he stopped in front of Xia Ling's office door and knocked.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
Three knocks echoed in the silent corridor, like three heavy hammer blows to my heart. I hid around the corner, helplessly watching this devil about to enter Xia Ling's territory.
"Come in..."
Xia Ling's voice, usually cool and elegant, seemed to have anticipated that the person outside was Wang Xiong. Her voice trembled slightly with tension, lacking its usual confidence.
Wang Xiong swaggered in, and after he entered, I held my breath, quietly moving my feet to press my face against the crack in the door.
Inside the spacious office, Xia Ling sat upright in her leather office chair, looking at Wang Xiong with a complex expression.
"Sister Xia, this outfit is truly a feast for the eyes..." Wang Xiong deliberately slowed his pace, walking around the desk while greedily appraising Xia Ling's entire body. "Hmm, everything was done as I requested—short skirt, stockings, high heels. If she had been this obedient at noon, none of this would have happened, right, Sister Xia?"
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, outlining Xia Ling's elegant figure.
She wore a cream-colored silk blouse, the soft fabric clinging to her body. The neckline was slightly open, revealing a section of her slender, white neck. The blouse was neatly tucked into a pencil skirt, the hem just reaching her knees, with a side slit that peeked out subtly. Every detail balanced Xia Ling's elegance with sexiness.
Most striking were Xia Ling's long, beautiful legs.
30D nude stockings, like a thin mist, enveloped Xia Ling's perfect leg shape, shimmering with a hazy sheen in the light. The stockings were clearly new from Mom's company, of top-quality. Even sitting, there wasn't a single wrinkle at the back of her legs, as if testifying to her impeccable taste.
Mom's beautiful, sheer feet were clad in 10cm nude patent leather high heels. The shoes were elegantly shaped, with slender, needle-like heels that accentuated the perfect arch of her feet, making them even more alluring, yet also conveying a sense of unapproachable distance.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her makeup was as flawless as ever, the eyeshadow perfectly highlighting her understated elegance. Her red lips were slightly pursed, yet a hint of weariness lingered in her eyes.
Although her outfit had been altered to comply with Wang Xiong's vulgar demands, Mom still tried her best to maintain the aura of a powerful female CEO. However, when Wang Xiong's rough hand reached out to her, I clearly saw her slender fingers tremble slightly on the table.
"Don't touch me."
Xia Ling slapped Wang Xiong's hand away as if electrocuted, straightened her back in her leather office chair, and looked up at the short, sleazy student. Wang Xiong's wrinkled school uniform was stained with oil and grime, patches of yellow and black, making his short stature appear even more repulsive.
A clear look of disgust flashed in Xia Ling's eyes, but a barely perceptible fear lurked deep within.
"Oh, still throwing a tantrum?" Wang Xiong grinned dismissively, taking another step closer to Xia Ling. The cheap smell of tobacco mixed with sweat made her frown. "Wasn't the afternoon's lesson enough? Should I call Susan again? She'd be happy to talk to me..."
Xia Ling tried to appear indifferent, her slender fingers unconsciously smoothing out non-existent wrinkles on her light-colored pencil skirt. However, after the afternoon's events, her feigned composure now seemed like a joke. Her long, beautiful legs, trembling slightly beneath her stockings, betrayed her inner unease.
Xia Ling subtly turned her office chair to face Wang Xiong, raising one leg encased in flesh-colored stockings and elegantly crossing it over the other. The toes of her high heels pointed directly at Wang Xiong, as if this would give her more confidence.
She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm: "So... you really want to ruin me before you're satisfied?"
"Ruin you? No, no, no, Sister Xia, I've never thought of that!"
Wang Xiong exaggeratedly shook his head, deliberately moving closer to Xia Ling's face. Although he only reached her shoulder, with her sitting and him standing, the angle allowed him to look down at her cold, elegant face.
He feigned innocence, his voice laced with a nauseating lewdness: "Just giving you a friendly reminder. After all, I'm just a student who lusts after my classmate's beautiful mother! What good would it do me to ruin you?"
Hearing Wang Xiong utter such vulgarities in such a casual tone, a flicker of pain crossed Xia Ling's delicate face.
She tilted her head slightly, her long hair obscuring half her face, seemingly unwilling to let this despicable boy see her expression. However, the blush on her slender neck betrayed her inner shame and anger.
Then Wang Xiong took another small step forward, his dirty sneakers almost touching Xia Ling's nude heels. He lowered his voice and added, "But... well, who told you to be so disobedient, Sister Xia? So I had to resort to some tricks, didn't I? A company as big as Lingya Group can't withstand scrutiny, right? It's normal for problems to arise, like fire safety issues... tax issues..."
With each word he spoke, he leaned closer. Mom instinctively leaned back, but they were pressed ever closer, leaving her nowhere to retreat. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her elegant silhouette but also revealing the barely concealed panic in her eyes.
At this moment, a distorted image emerged between the sophisticated female CEO and the despicable male student.
Mom, seated in her leather office chair, exuded the elegant charm of a mature woman in her professional attire. Her long, shapely legs were tightly encased in 30D flesh-colored stockings, gleaming alluringly in the light. Her 10cm nude patent leather heels accentuated the perfect arches of her feet; every detail showcased the regal aura of a top-tier female CEO.
Standing before her was Wang Xiong, a high school student in a wrinkled school uniform. His short stature and greasy hair contrasted sharply with Mom's sophisticated demeanor. But at this moment, this humble being held the reins, an absurd reversal of power that made the air in the office seem particularly ironic.
"You!" Mother's voice rose slightly, but quickly subsided. Her slender fingers trembled slightly as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "What exactly do you want?"