After dinner, Mom worked in her study, and I went back to my room to do my homework.
It was late at night. I stretched and came out of my room. Seeing the study light still on, I tiptoed to the door and peeked through the slightly ajar door.
Mom was sitting at her desk, looking at documents. The warm light from the lamp illuminated her fair skin, making her appear even more elegant.
Thank goodness, it seems Wang Xiong didn't call Mom today...
Just as I was thinking this, Mom's phone suddenly beeped with a video call notification. She paused noticeably, then took a deep breath and answered.
"I'm exhausted..." An afternoon of hard labor seemed to have left Wang Xiong completely drained. "Sister Xia, that woman Shang Yan is too ruthless. She made me move boxes all day; my hands are blistered."
"Didn't you want to come to my company? Newcomers naturally have to start from the bottom." Xia Ling's tone held a hint of helplessness, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Since you chose to come to Lingya, you have to follow the rules."
"Sister Xia, you're so good to me..." Wang Xiong's voice carried a slight hint of provocation. "Should I release the office video? You were so obedient when you were kneeling at my crotch licking my dick, nothing like this now!"
"Hmph, should I remind you? Your father's club is in dire straits." Xia Ling snorted, her delicate red lips curving slightly. "Vice Mayor Zhang Guoqiang is rigorously investigating his supply chain. At this critical juncture, do you think threatening me is appropriate?"
"That's why I need to cling to your coattails even more," Wang Xiong slurred on the video call, his entire demeanor utterly lewd. "Sister Xia, I've had a long day, shouldn't I get a reward? Let me see your legs."
In the study, the warm light of the desk lamp cast a soft shadow on Xia Ling's delicate profile.
I stood outside the door, watching Xia Ling stare at her phone screen in silence for a moment, then her expression subtly changed.
"You…" Xia Ling took a deep breath, her voice tinged with obvious exhaustion, "You want to see my legs again, don't you?"
Xia Ling's voice lacked its usual strength, carrying a hint of suppressed helplessness and resignation.
"Sure!" Wang Xiong's voice was laced with frivolity. "What kind of stockings is Sister Xia wearing today? Black or flesh-colored?"
Xia Ling's fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, a brief struggle flashing in her eyes. She understood that resistance at this moment would only worsen the situation, so Xia Ling forcibly suppressed her disgust, her expression gradually becoming cold and stiff. This deliberately concealed indifference seemed to hint at her deep resistance to Wang Xiong.
She slowly flipped her phone, the camera pointing under the table, her movements hesitant and mechanical. Finally, she raised one leg, trying to maintain her usual composure.
"Look for yourself."
In the sidelight of the desk lamp, even through her trousers, the perfect curves of Xia Ling's long, slender legs were clearly visible. The high-quality, crisp fabric of the black trousers accentuated her leg shape, making them even more alluring.
"Have you seen enough?"
Xia Ling's voice remained restrained, but the humiliation in her eyes was impossible to hide. She knew that with Wang Xiong holding fatal evidence, she had no choice.
"Sister Xia is so sensible… but why trousers again? I told you to wear a skirt, didn't you listen?"
Wang Xiong's tone suddenly hardened.
Xia Ling immediately turned the camera back to her face, a hint of stubbornness flashing in her eyes: "Fine, don't look then."
She deliberately put on a stern face, as if testing Wang Xiong's limits.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong quickly softened his tone, "Then let's see your stockinged feet. Always wearing dress pants is so boring."
Xia Ling sighed, a reluctant expression on her face, and pointed the camera under the table.
Her slender fingers slowly pulled up the cuff of her dress pants, a movement both elegant and naturally alluring. Her slippers slid off her toes, making a soft patter.
Perfect black-stockinged feet were then exposed to the camera; slender ankles, long calves, every curve perfectly encased in 15D ultra-thin black stockings.
At this moment, Xia Ling seemed to be playing some indescribable role.
"Is that enough?" Her voice was low, yet trembled slightly.
"Oh…not bad, not bad…" Wang Xiong's breathing became noticeably heavier. "I'm just tired of black stockings, Sister Xia, how about some white ones?"
I saw Xia Ling's fingers tremble slightly, a struggle flashing in her eyes: "I don't have any white ones."
"Don't lie to me." Wang Xiong smiled and said, "Lingya Group's stockings are so famous, you're the female CEO, how could you not have any?"
A hint of helplessness flashed in Xia Ling's eyes: "Ugh, aren't you annoying? It's so late, you should rest."
"Sister Xia, don't be like this…" Wang Xiong continued smiling, "I've been moving boxes all day, just wanting to see your beautiful legs in white stockings to relax, can't you even grant this small request?"
"You…" Xia Ling suppressed her humiliation, her voice trembling slightly. She knew she couldn't be too forceful, so she could only say in an almost compromising tone, "Does it have to be this way?"
Wang Xiong didn't speak, but his silence seemed to represent a threat.
Finally, Mom gave in: "Well... wait here, I'll go change it for you."
"Sister Xia, why wait? Just do a live stream!"
Mom sighed helplessly, but still insisted, "Don't push your luck."
Wang Xiong's tone immediately softened: "Fine, go change it, I'll wait for you."
"I'm hanging up now." Mom ended the video call.
I saw Mom put down her phone, purse her lips, and in the warm light of the desk lamp, her delicate profile looked particularly fragile.
As the female president of Lingya Group, Mom often needed to check samples when working in her study. Therefore, she had a custom-made cabinet built into one wall of her study, and the drawers there were full of Lingya samples—clothes, skirts, bags, and naturally, all kinds of stockings.
Mom opened the drawer, took out a pair of pure white stockings, unwrapped them, and gently stroked the delicate texture with her fingers, a complex look flashing in her eyes. These white stockings were also from Lingya's latest "Smooth Silk" series. Although not a signature color, their texture and sheen were just as exquisite.
Looking at the white stockings in her hand, then glancing down at her own trousers and black stockings, Mom hesitated for a moment before finally making her decision.
Seeing this, I, hiding outside the door, couldn't help but swallow hard.