Shang Yan, wearing 10cm black pointed-toe heels, led Wang Xiong through the open-plan office area.
The crisp sound of her heels clicking on the floor echoed through the spacious office space, each step exuding an air of superior composure and elegance.
Her deep blue haute couture suit skirt swayed gently with each step, perfectly outlining the curvaceous figure of a mature woman. Her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, gleamed delicately in the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the faint outline of her ankles adding to her allure.
"This is your work ID," Shang Yan said, handing him the ID. Her chestnut-brown straight hair cascaded down behind her ears, revealing delicate diamond earrings.
As they walked through the office area, Wang Xiong could clearly smell her perfume and hear the subtle rustling of her stockings.
Wang Xiong had to look up at the powerful woman who was more than half a head taller than him. His gaze involuntarily lingered on her beautiful legs in black stockings, every inch from the hem of her skirt to her ankles perfectly flawless.
His short stature appeared even more incongruous next to Shang Yan, even without considering her high heels.
Shang Yan seemed to notice his lecherous gaze, turning around coldly, her voice carrying an undeniable authority: "In Lingya Group, you must follow the rules."
"An Rou, take him to the underground warehouse."
A petite girl walked over.
Of course, "petite" was relative to Xia Ling and Shang Yan; compared to the short Wang Xiong, this girl was still quite tall.
An Rou wore a pink shirt with a beige pencil skirt, her long black curly hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore 7cm nude high heels, and flesh-colored stockings that accentuated her long, alluring legs. Every step she took carried a youthful, energetic rhythm.
"Hello, I'm An Rou, manager of the hosiery product line in the boutique marketing department."
Unlike Shang Yan's cold and aloof demeanor, An Rou possessed a sweet smile and exuded captivating charm.
"Ah...you...hello..."
Faced with two stunningly beautiful women with contrasting styles, Wang Xiong had long lost the swagger he displayed in class, his words becoming stammering.
In the cramped elevator space, An Rou was introducing the Lisi brand to him, while Wang Xiong stood in the corner, occasionally stealing glances at the faint outline of her hosiery beneath her pencil skirt.
"Lisi was initially created to utilize the substandard products from Lingya's high-end hosiery line. Later, discovering the considerable profits in the low-end market, we specifically established this sub-brand."
"The price is positioned between 9.9 and 29.9, mainly sold in supermarkets and wholesale markets."
"Although it's a low-end product, its quality still surpasses similar competing products on the market."
The elevator doors opened, and a wave of damp, chilly air rushed in.
In the dim light, rows of shelves almost touched the ceiling, and mountains of cardboard boxes looked particularly oppressive in the shadows.
"These are all backlogged inventory," An Rou said, pointing to the boxes, her high heels clicking crisply on the concrete floor. "The pandemic, coupled with the impact of e-commerce, has severely shrunk brick-and-mortar stores. Add to that the chaotic internal management, and the inventory has piled up higher and higher."
Wang Xiong looked around; he conservatively estimated at least 200 boxes, each labeled "Lisi."
The dark, damp environment made his heart pound.
"What you need to do is move these boxes to the work area and sort them by style, color, and size," An Rou's voice echoed in the empty basement. "Each box weighs 20 pounds."
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Three hours later.
Wang Xiong was so exhausted he could barely stand up straight. His hands were cut in several places by the cardboard boxes, and his clothes were covered in dust. His wrinkled casual clothes were soaked with sweat, and his disheveled appearance was completely out of place in the glamorous Lingya Group. Just as he was secretly resting against the shelves, the sound of high heels approached.
Shang Yan and An Rou appeared one after the other at the warehouse entrance, their contrasting auras starkly contrasting in the dim light.
Shang Yan had changed into a burgundy silk blouse paired with a black pencil skirt. Red patent leather high heels accentuated her long, slender legs encased in black stockings. Her makeup was as flawless as ever, her gaze sharp and disdainful.
An Rou, on the other hand, remained in her fresh and sweet attire. The collar of her pink blouse was slightly open, revealing glimpses of flesh-colored stockings beneath her pencil skirt. A concerned expression graced her face.
"Only 20 boxes?" Shang Yan said coldly, her heels slamming heavily on the floor. "At this rate, looks like we'll be working overtime until 8 PM."
"Wang Xiong, do you want to take a break?" An Rou gently handed him a bottle of mineral water. "You're covered in sweat."
"No need to rest," Shang Yan interrupted. "Since you chose this job, you have to be prepared for it." Her red nail polish gleamed coldly in the dim light. "An Rou, go and count the remaining boxes."
An Rou could only sigh softly, her high heels clicking lightly as she walked deeper into the shelving.
Wang Xiong gritted his teeth and continued carrying, his eyes occasionally glancing at the two graceful figures moving between the shelves: one aloof and elegant, exuding the authority of a female director; the other gentle and charming, every movement radiating youthful energy.
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On my way home from school, I kept thinking about Wang Xiong.
He hadn't come to class all afternoon; he must have gone to Mom's company. Although I knew Mom would have Aunt Shang Yan arrange for him to sort through the backlog of inventory, Wang Xiong's lecherous and sleazy nature made me inexplicably worried.
I pushed open the door. The living room light was on. Mom was already home, sitting on the leather sofa working.
She was still wearing the same black suit she wore that morning, only she'd taken off the jacket. Her white silk blouse was slightly open at the collar, revealing glimpses of her delicate collarbone. The fair skin at the collar looked even more elegant and alluring under the light. She was still wearing those high-quality black trousers, and the outline of black pantyhose was faintly visible beneath them, giving Mom a mature woman's unique charm.
At that moment, she elegantly crossed her legs, her beautiful feet draped in black stockings and slippers. I couldn't help but glance at her slender ankles encased in the stockings.
"Xiaowei's back?"
Mom glanced up at me, then focused on her tablet again. The weekend's press conference was approaching, and Mom had been very busy these past few days, working all day long.
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