"Marketing center? Boutique sales department?"
"Yes, the boutique sales department is responsible for selling stockings. The stocking product line is Lingya Group's most distinctive product line." As she introduced the company, a smug smile crept onto Mom's lips. However, when she saw Wang Xiong's ugly face, her tone became deliberately sarcastic. "If you go there, you'll get to see all kinds of stockings. Wouldn't that be perfect for someone like you… a stocking enthusiast?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Wang Xiong sneered, his hand tracing up Mom's thigh, his palm rubbing against her stockinged legs, making a rustling sound. "What I want is to stay by your side, watching you walk around in all kinds of stockings in front of me every day. How satisfying would that be! Sales department? Who goes there?"
"Enough!"
Feeling Wang Xiong's hand deepening its caress, Xia Ling suddenly erupted, shoving him away.
She straightened her back, exuding the sharp aura unique to female CEOs, her height giving her the advantage to look down at Wang Xiong.
"Wang Xiong, I've already conceded this much, what more do you want?"
This sudden change in Xia Ling stunned Wang Xiong.
For the first time, he felt such immense pressure emanating from Xia Ling. The vulnerable woman he had manipulated in the French restaurant, the underground parking lot, and this office seemed to have vanished, replaced by a tall, slender, high-heeled, and unapproachable businesswoman.
"I…"
"Sales department, either go, or get out."
Xia Ling stood firm, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light.
Wang Xiong opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to use the evidence of the arson to pressure Xia Ling, but seeing the fierce glint in her eyes, he ultimately succumbed to her overwhelming presence. Xia Ling is no simple woman…
Wang Datao's words suddenly echoed in Wang Xiong's ears.
"Fine, I'll go. It's just the sales department," Wang Xiong said reluctantly. "But Sister Xia, don't think you can get rid of me like this."
"Then it's settled." Xia Ling's voice was cold, maintaining her firm stance. "Now, please leave my office."
Wang Xiong's eyes swept over Xia Ling. Although he wanted to stay a little longer, looking at Xia Ling's icy expression and recalling the intimate moments just now, he felt it was time to stop.
"Sister Xia…" Wang Xiong turned slightly, but his gaze couldn't help but linger on Xia Ling's stunningly beautiful legs in stockings. "You look beautiful today, especially those stockinged legs. Don't wear dress pants anymore; wear stockings with skirts. It's so much better."
Xia Ling didn't respond, only staring coldly at him in her semen-stained high heels.
Seeing Wang Xiong about to come out, I quickly slipped away, hiding in a corner outside Xia Ling's office, continuing to observe discreetly.
After leaving the office, Wang Xiong casually straightened the collar of his dirty school uniform, then brought his fingers to his nose and smelled them, as if the lingering touch of Xia Ling's shapely legs remained.
Just as Wang Xiong entered the elevator, his phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, Dad?"
One second, Wang Xiong's expression was calm, but the next, his voice was filled with shock.
"What?!"
The elevator doors slowly closed, silencing his voice. I stood a short distance away, anxiously watching the numbers flashing on the elevator display.
What did Wang Xiong's father say to him? Could it be related to Xia Ling?
With a heavy heart, I retraced my steps, tiptoed to Xia Ling's office door, which was ajar. I cautiously peeked inside.
However, the empty office was deserted.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, dusk was falling, and the city lights were just coming on.
The documents on the desk remained disheveled, the leather chair was askew, and a large stain of semen, dripping from Mom's silk stockings, remained on the carpet. The air was thick with the mingled scents of Mom's body, Wang Xiong's sweat, and the fishy smell of semen, the lingering ambiguity of their recent intimacy still present.
Where did Mom go?
Wang Xiong came out and walked to the elevator. It was just a corridor; how could Mom have disappeared from the office in such a short time?
A sudden unease welled up inside me. Could it be that Mom couldn't bear Wang Xiong's humiliation, and then…
As soon as this thought crossed my mind, I shook my head vigorously, trying to banish the thought.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Mom's office, it was already dark. The city's neon lights cast dappled shadows on the glass. I lingered at the office door for a while, not daring to go in, and finally decided to go home first.
...
Meanwhile, Wang Xiong left Xia Ling's company and immediately hailed a taxi home.
He practically rushed inside.
The living room was filled with smoke. Wang Datao was slumped on the leather sofa, silently smoking. The ashtray on the coffee table was overflowing with cigarette butts.
"Dad, what happened?"
Wang Xiong looked anxious, still wearing his dirty school uniform.
Wang Datao didn't answer immediately. His face, puffy from obesity, was narrowed, his deep-set eyes gleaming with a cold light.
"Sit down," he said curtly.
Wang Xiong sat down on the sofa to the side. Only a floor lamp was on in the living room, its dim yellow light making the space feel particularly oppressive.
"That bastard Zhang Guoqiang is going to use his power as vice mayor..."
Wang Datao took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.
"This is the chain reaction of Xia Ling's actions. Zhang Guoqiang's son was arrested at our club, and now he's going after me."
"Ah, just because of that?" Wang Xiong asked, puzzled. "Wasn't Zhang Yang released that very night? And wasn't our club already shut down for rectification?"
"Heh," Wang Datao sneered, "It seems this is just the beginning! Those officials have been wanting to touch my businesses for a long time."
He flicked his cigarette ash and continued, "Now three hotels have been shut down, two KTVs have been ordered to close for rectification, and Nightshade Passion Club? Forget about it, their license is probably going to be revoked."
Wang Xiong clenched his fists: "It's all because of Sister Xia… no, Xia Ling?"
"Not entirely." Wang Datao suddenly shifted his posture, his large frame leaning slightly forward. "Son, why do you think I've been able to stand firm and remain standing for so many years?"
Wang Xiong was taken aback: "Because… you have evidence?"
"That's right, it's evidence, or rather… connections." Wang Datao nodded. "Back when you were still a sperm, your dad was already thinking about collecting evidence. What did the people who came to my casino do? What did they talk about? I kept evidence, just waiting for these guys to climb to high positions so I could use them."
He stubbed out his cigarette, pulled out a new one, and tossed one to Wang Xiong. "Look, if your dad hadn't been so careful back then, keeping evidence of Xia Ling and her man orchestrating the arson, would you be able to threaten Xia Ling with this today?"
Wang Xiong picked up the cigarette and chuckled. "Yes, yes, Dad, you've played a big game, haha."
Wang Datao took a drag of his cigarette and shook his head slightly. "But now, if Zhang Guoqiang wants to touch me, everyone else is staying far away, a bit powerless…"
Wang Xiong echoed, "Fuck Zhang Guoqiang!"
"But your dad hasn't been wasting his time all these years," Wang Datao's eyes suddenly sharpened. "Even if I really fall, I still have you, don't I?"
Wang Xiong was stunned, not immediately understanding his father's meaning.
"By the way, how's it going with Xia Ling?" Wang Datao suddenly changed the subject.
"It's going well, hehe, Dad, do you know where I went after school today? To Lingya Group! I made Xia Ling wear a sheer stockings and a miniskirt, right there in her office, and had her give me…"
"Shut up." Wang Datao growled, looking at Wang Xiong with disappointment. "Did I ask you to say that?"
"Oh…" Wang Xiong's tone softened, then continued, "Originally, I wanted to be her personal assistant, but she absolutely refused. In the end, she arranged for me to sell stockings in the sales department."
"Personal assistant? Idiot!" Wang Datao suddenly roared. "You think I don't know what you're up to? You just want to be by her side, to play with her anytime, anywhere?"