"Hey, hey, Xiong-ge, just one more look!"
"Hehe, we've seen black stockings, gray stockings, flesh-colored stockings, and white stockings. Xiao Wei's mom is really obedient!"
"Didn't Xiong-ge say that Xiao Wei's mom is the repressed type? Only Xiong-ge can tame her!"
I stood there, trembling.
Every word they spoke, every laugh, felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. More and more classmates were looking at me with strange eyes—some with pity, some with mockery, and many more just looking for trouble.
"Hey, Xiong-ge," Fatty suddenly remembered something and leaned closer to ask, "Didn't you go to Lingya Group yesterday? Did you see that director?"
Hearing that name, my heart tightened again.
I knew Mom would have Aunt Shang Yan arrange for Wang Xiong to do the hardest and most tiring work. She herself was a very assertive female director; could it be…?
Hearing Fatty's question, Wang Xiong paused for a moment, but quickly smiled smugly: "You mean that female director? Hehe…of course I saw her!"
"She's even more attractive in person than in the photos, isn't she?" Cobra teased.
"That's..." Wang Xiong said with a smug look, "You guys didn't see it. She's 168cm tall, a 35-year-old divorced woman, and you can't even describe her aura! Those black stockings, those long legs, tsk tsk... Yesterday afternoon, you guys were suffering in class, you have no idea how much I enjoyed myself at Lingya Group..."
"And then? And then?" several boys asked impatiently.
Wang Xiong lowered his voice mysteriously, "These kinds of top-tier mature women, the more aloof they seem on the surface, the more... But, well, this is just the beginning. My mind is all on Xiaowei's mother. Just wait and see!"
"Holy crap, Xiong-ge is awesome!"
"He's going to take all the beauties at Lingya Group!"
"Xiong-ge, don't forget your brothers later!"
Looking at their lewd smiles and listening to their vulgar words, my anger had reached its limit.
Wang Xiong not only humiliated Xia Ling, but now he's even going after Aunt Shang. I clearly heard him tell Xia Ling that Aunt Shang made him carry boxes all day, and now he's spouting nonsense and insulting Aunt Shang.
"Hey, you know what?" Wang Xiong lowered his voice, deliberately making sure I could hear him, "Xiao Wei's mother loves wearing black stockings, and she wears dress pants over them. But in front of me, she has to behave. I tell her to wear a skirt, she wears a skirt; I tell her to wear white stockings, she wears white stockings..."
My temples throbbed, and my vision blurred.
The feeling of resentment, anger, and shame surged in my chest, almost overwhelming me.
"Hey, have you seen Xiao Wei's mother? She's always chauffeured around in a Mercedes, and she drives a Panamera herself. She's so impressive in front of outsiders, but in front of me..."
Wang Xiong got more and more carried away, and I couldn't hold back anymore!
Unable to control my anger, I rushed forward and punched him! "Bang—!"
This punch used all my strength, sending Wang Xiong flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground!
Blood gushed from his nose, dripping down his chin onto his blue and white school uniform. The classroom fell silent instantly; everyone froze, even the air seemed to freeze for a second.
"You fucking dare hit Xiong-ge!"
Cobra was the first to react, and he and Fatty were about to rush forward to beat me up.
"Wait!"
Wang Xiong raised his hand to stop them.
He slowly sat up, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, his eyes coldly fixed on me: "What? Just because you're the son of President Lingya, you can hit people? You can bully others? You can bully us ordinary folks?"
"Whoosh—"
Whispers filled the air around the classroom.
I snapped out of my rage and realized I might have gotten myself into trouble!
However, seeing Wang Xiong's smug face, his nose bleeding, I gritted my teeth and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"
"Heh...nonsense?" Wang Xiong sneered, turning to his henchman, "Xiao Ming, post the picture of me getting beaten up by Xiao Wei in the class group chat, yes, the one with the teachers; Lao Zhou, go call our homeroom teacher, Teacher Zheng, and tell him the whole story—Xiao Wei hit me, I didn't fight back at all!"
Only then did I notice that from the moment I charged forward, someone had been filming me with their phone.
Wang Xiong slowly stood up, the bloodstains on his face only making his smile appear more sinister. "Xiao Wei, why were you so impulsive? What if the principal found out that President Lingya's son beat someone up at school? What if the media found out? How would that affect your mother's reputation? And Susan, your mother's biggest rival, she dreams of ruining Xia Ling's career..."
My heart sank. Only then did I realize I had completely fallen into his trap. He was deliberately provoking me, waiting for me to lose my temper so he could seize on me.
Whispers from my classmates filled the air:
"It's over, it's over, this is a disaster..."
"Xiao Wei, isn't he just jumping into a pit?"
"Brother Xiong is too cunning, too insidious... but I like it, hehe."
I stood there, cold, my anger instantly replaced by fear—not fear of punishment, but fear of causing trouble for Xia Ling.
Just then, Ms. Zheng, the homeroom teacher, strode in: "What happened? Who's fighting?"
"Ms. Zheng! I...I...I was hit by Xiaowei!"
Wang Xiong deliberately smeared a lot of blood on his face, making him look particularly terrifying.
"Oh my god..." Ms. Zheng exaggeratedly said, "Quickly, to the infirmary!"
Looking at the faintly smug smile on Wang Xiong's face, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
It turned out that my anger not only failed to protect Xia Ling, but actually made her situation worse.
…
City center, Lingya Building, CEO's office.
The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow on the carpet in Xia Ling's office.