Mom stood by the window, gazing into the distance, as if she could see the adoring look in Li Zheng's eyes from last night.
She gently shook her head and said, "Tell him I have an important meeting today and I'm busy."
"Okay." The secretary closed her notebook. "Ms. Xia, that's all for the morning's report."
"Go ahead and get back to work." Mom waved her hand.
The secretary left, and the office returned to silence.
As soon as Mom sat back down in her office chair, her phone on the desk vibrated, the screen lighting up. It was a WeChat message from Wang Xiong.
"Sister Xia, remember our lunch date! Wear flesh-colored stockings and a short skirt!"
"What are you doing, Sister Xia? Take a picture of your legs!"
"Sister Xia, if you don't send a picture soon, I'll have to use your gray stockings to masturbate!"
Staring at the phone screen, a hint of disgust flashed in Mom's eyes.
She glanced down at her black suit. Her legs, encased in trousers, were straight and long under the desk, the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing slender ankles, made even more alluring by the sheer black stockings. The 10cm black patent leather stilettos on her feet, their gleaming surfaces reflecting light, were the perfect finishing touch.
Mom stood up and paced back and forth in the spacious office, finally stopping in front of a full-length mirror.
The mirror reflected Mom's tall and elegant figure: a black suit accentuated her slender waist, straight trousers hugged her long legs, black stockings shimmered with a hazy texture in the light, and every step in her patent leather heels exuded the unique authority of a female CEO.
Mom knew everything that had happened last night.
Li Zheng launched a swift operation, shutting down Wang Datao's Nightlife Erotic Entertainment Club. By sheer coincidence, he caught the vice mayor's son, Zhang Yang, red-handed. The vice mayor was furious, and Wang Datao suffered significant losses.
More importantly, a night later, she was still standing here, still the CEO of Lingya. Mom increasingly felt that Wang Xiong's threat was a paper tiger, and her confidence grew stronger.
Looking at her stunningly beautiful and tall reflection in the mirror, she decided to go to the appointment in this manner, to face Wang Xiong's humiliation with her most commanding CEO image. Perhaps in that dark underground parking lot, she would have no choice but to succumb to his tyranny, but after a night's brief test, Xia Ling decided not to compromise.
...
A coffee shop near the Lingya Building in the city center.
Wang Xiong sat listlessly in a booth by the window, glancing at his phone every now and then, then looking up at the Lingya Building with a lewd, expectant look on his face.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
The crisp sound of high heels came from the doorway. Excited, Wang Xiong braced himself on the table, craning his neck to stare in the direction of the sound.
A tall, sexy figure strode in with elegant steps. The coffee shop was completely empty at midday, and Wang Xiong was the first thing Wang Xiong saw as soon as he entered.
As always, she wore professional, sophisticated makeup. Her features were exquisite, her red lips vibrant. A well-tailored black women's suit accentuated her perfect figure, her slender waist cinched, and the silk blouse subtly revealed the outline of her lace lingerie. Straight trousers hugged her long legs, making her alluring figure even more captivating.
As Xia Ling walked, her high, firm breasts swayed slightly, exuding a powerful aura. Her 10cm black patent leather heels gleamed subtly, each step radiating confidence and elegance. Her graceful, composed gait seemed to constantly proclaim her status as a female CEO.
Wang Xiong's eyes initially lit up, his gaze greedily roaming over Xia Ling's body, but he quickly frowned.
He noticed that Xia Ling hadn't followed his request to wear sheer stockings with a short skirt; instead, she had chosen her usual pantyhose. Although the black pantyhose peeking through her black trousers was even more mysterious and alluring than sheer stockings, Wang Xiong didn't appreciate Xia Ling's disobedient attitude.
"Sister Xia!" Wang Xiong instinctively stood up and waved to Xia Ling.
Xia Ling sat down opposite him, her long legs naturally crossed. The cuffs of her black trousers were slightly rolled up, revealing a slender ankle encased in ultra-thin black stockings, perfectly complementing her black patent leather heels.
Mom sat with an air of superiority, her eyes cold and aloof, radiating an aura that kept everyone at arm's length.
"Call me Aunt Xia. You're the same age as Xiaowei, why are you calling me 'sister'?" Mom corrected him coldly, as if deliberately emphasizing the age difference between them. She narrowed her eyes slightly, scrutinizing Wang Xiong's dirty school uniform. "Speak, what is it?"
Wang Xiong was taken aback, clearly not expecting Xia Ling's attitude.
But he quickly composed himself, flashing a flippant smile: "Sister Xia, didn't I tell you to wear stockings and a short skirt? Why are you dressed like this? Weren't you being quite well-behaved yesterday?"
"Say it again, call me Aunt Xia." Mom gave him a cold glance, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes. "Also, children shouldn't point fingers at their elders. I'm your classmate's mother."
She slightly moved her ankles, her black-stockinged feet gently rubbing against the inside of her high heels. This unconscious little movement made Wang Xiong's Adam's apple bob.
"Oh? It seems Aunt Xia has forgotten what happened in the parking lot yesterday?" Wang Xiong narrowed his eyes, his voice turning cold. "Should I send the information about Zhang Ming from back then to Susan of the Hera Group?"
Xia Ling's gaze remained calm, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. Her black suit accentuated her elegant demeanor; even in the face of threat, her CEO authority remained undiminished.
"Do you think someone like you can shake the Lingya Group?" She leaned forward slightly, her gaze sharp as a knife, her red lips parting slightly. "A minor hoodlum who only knows how to fantasize about Auntie all day dares to negotiate with me?"
Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing Xia Ling in a soft glow. Every detail of her was flawless: exquisite makeup, noble bearing, long, beautiful legs—all exuding power and elegance. Wang Xiong, sitting opposite her, even with his frivolous expression, appeared particularly sleazy and insignificant in the face of such an aura.
"You!" Wang Xiong's face flushed red. "Don't think you're so great just because you're dressed up. Have you forgotten what happened yesterday in the parking lot, your legs covered in semen? Fine, I'll tell you all about what you did back then..."
"Yesterday?" Mom sneered, interrupting him. "Wang Xiong, you're too naive. You think you can control me with those photos and evidence? Didn't your father teach you that in business, the important thing is to weigh the pros and cons?"
Mom gracefully stood up, her beautiful legs in black stockings slowly extending from her trousers. Her 10cm heels tapped lightly on the floor, making a pleasant "tap-tap" sound.
She looked down at Wang Xiong, a dangerous glint in her beautiful eyes, her red lips curving slightly. "By the way, I heard that Vice Mayor Zhang Guoqiang is quite dissatisfied with your father's club..."
Wang Xiong, intimidated by Xia Ling's sudden and powerful aura, involuntarily sat up straight. Xia Ling, however, braced herself on the table, leaning slightly forward, her elegant posture exuding a domineering pressure.
"Does your father know that his losses are all because his good son didn't know his place and provoked the wrong person?"
Her tone was icy, each word piercing, like a sharp dagger pressed against Wang Xiong's throat.
Wang Xiong remained silent for a few seconds, but quickly recovered, a barely perceptible glint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
"Aunt Xia, I'm so sorry..." Wang Xiong's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he said in a low voice, "My dad found out about yesterday's incident. He scolded me, saying I went too far..."
Mom raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. "Oh? Your dad found out?"
"Yes." Wang Xiong rubbed his hands together, feigning sincerity, and then pointed to the sofa opposite him. "Aunt Xia, please sit down. Let's talk this over."
Mom frowned. Although her powerful aura seemed to have subdued Wang Xiong, the thought of the evidence he had from years ago made her suppress her disgust and slowly sit down.
"What kind of help?"
"My dad said... given my situation, I won't be able to get into university anyway, so I was thinking... could I find an internship at Lingya Group..." Wang Xiong looked at Mom, his eyes filled with expectation. "Aunt Xia, could I be your personal assistant?"