Wang Xiong bent down to tidy up the stockings on the ground, the sound of Shang Yan's high heels fading into the distance. Every step she took seemed to trample on his dignity, the crisp sound a relentless reminder of the difference in their social standing. Wang Xiong had been busy in the warehouse all afternoon, sorting countless stockings. His clothes were soaked with sweat. Just as he was about to finish, Shang Yan's voice came from the temporary office.
"Wang Xiong, come here."
Glancing towards the office, Wang Xiong dragged his tired body over. Upon entering, he saw Shang Yan sitting in her office chair. Her long, beautiful legs were elegantly crossed, her 15D black stockings gleaming alluringly under the light, and her black patent leather high heels swaying gently, the tips tapping the air.
"Finished sorting the boxes?" Shang Yan didn't look up, continuing to stare at the computer screen.
"Finished, Director Shang," Wang Xiong replied respectfully.
"Come here," she suddenly looked up, a cold smile playing on her red lips. "Help me check if my stockings have any holes."
Wang Xiong, unsure of Shang Yan's intentions, slowly approached. He saw Shang Yan turn her office chair around and slowly raise one leg towards him, her beautiful leg, encased in black stockings, faintly visible under the light.
She deliberately wiggled her toes at Wang Xiong: "What, scared to look now? Weren't you enjoying it just now?"
Just then, An Rou walked in carrying two cups of coffee. Her flesh-colored stockings made her calves appear exceptionally long, and her nude high heels made a soft sound.
"Director Shang, your Americano." She placed the coffee on Shang Yan's desk, then turned to the sweating Wang Xiong. "This latte is for you; I've seen you've been busy all afternoon."
"An Rou," Shang Yan's voice carried a hint of coldness, "you spoil him too much. This kind of person needs to know his place." As she spoke, her stockinged legs swayed, and the tip of her high heel lightly kicked Wang Xiong's shin. "I told you to check the stockings, so go ahead and look."
Wang Xiong looked down, clearly seeing every fine line on Shang Yan's stockings. The 35-year-old female director exuded the allure of a mature woman; every movement seemed to tease his senses.
"Director Shang, he really..." An Rou started to say something, but Shang Yan immediately interrupted her.
"What, you want to help him too?" Shang Yan stood up with a cold smile. In her high heels, she was a full head taller than Wang Xiong, and even An Rou felt a tremendous sense of oppression. "An Rou, then tell me, do these stockings have any holes?"
An Rou lowered her head, not daring to speak again.
She knew Shang Yan was deliberately making things difficult for Wang Xiong, but she was just a stockings product line manager in the marketing department. Facing the high-ranking marketing center director, she was powerless to resist.
"Since An Rou cares about you so much," Shang Yan approached Wang Xiong step by step, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor, "then let's play a game." She stretched out one leg, her beautiful black-stockinged leg swaying in front of Wang Xiong. "Check carefully from ankle to thigh. If you can't find any holes, don't even think about leaving get off work today."
"Yes...Director Shang." Wang Xiong gritted his teeth, enduring the humiliation as he squatted down.
Just then, Shang Yan suddenly pulled her leg back: "Wait, how can you see clearly like that?" She wiggled her hips, turned around, sat back in her chair, and crossed her legs. "Kneel down and look closer."
An Rou couldn't stand it anymore: "Director Shang..."
"An Rou," Shang Yan said coldly, "You can leave now."
"Yes..."
An Rou had no choice but to look at Wang Xiong with pity, then, her shapely legs in stockings and high heels clicking, she left the office, turning back every few steps.
After An Rou left, Wang Xiong crawled a few steps on the floor, approaching Shang Yan's legs.
"What, afraid to look?" Shang Yan's voice was even colder than before. She deliberately swayed her black-stockinged legs in front of Wang Xiong. "Weren't you watching with great interest in the warehouse just now?"
As she spoke, she lightly rubbed her black patent leather high heels against Wang Xiong's knee, the toes tapping repeatedly, as if toying with a pitiful prey: "A low-level employee, unable to even handle this small task, what use are you?"
Wang Xiong knelt on the ground, watching Shang Yan's black-stockinged legs sway before his eyes.
The 15D black stockings gleamed alluringly under the fluorescent lights, revealing glimpses of her fair skin. This mature 35-year-old woman exuded a deadly allure with every move, yet acted aloof and superior—a contrast that both enraged and fascinated him. "Found the hole?" Shang Yan crossed her legs, a mocking smile playing on her red lips. "Or were you just too busy admiring my beautiful legs?" She suddenly straightened her legs, fully revealing her black-stockinged legs beneath her pencil skirt to Wang Xiong. "Want to take a closer look?"
Wang Xiong suppressed his anger and reached out, examining her leg inch by inch. His fingertips traced the fabric of Shang Yan's legs, a sensation completely different from Xia Ling's. He could clearly feel the warmth of her skin beneath the stockings, and the faint scent of perfume.
But then, Shang Yan suddenly lifted her foot, using the pointed heel of her shoe to lift his chin.
"Tsk tsk," her voice laced with contempt, "Looking at you like this, you must be getting an erection, right?" Her high heels pressed down harder. "Does your mother know you like looking at women's stockings so much?"
Wang Xiong's face flushed crimson, but he was still a lowly porter, so he couldn't say anything. He could only kneel there, letting Shang Yan toy with his dignity.
"Alright, that's enough for today." Shang Yan suddenly withdrew her foot and stood up.
She looked down at Wang Xiong kneeling on the ground: "Come back to the warehouse tomorrow. I'll have An Rou arrange more 'interesting' work for you."
She turned and left, her high heels clicking crisply on the ground. Her legs, clad in black stockings beneath her pencil skirt, swayed gracefully with each step, her silhouette both elegant and sexy.
Wang Xiong remained kneeling, watching Shang Yan's departing figure, silently vowing: So you like wearing black stockings and high heels to trample on people, huh? Even Sister Xia has something on her, I don't believe you're without flaws. Just wait until I become your assistant…
He stood up and straightened his clothes. Through the office glass, he saw Shang Yan talking to An Rou. One woman was noble and aloof, the other gentle and sweet.
He knew that soon, all of this would change.
Because he had won over Xia Ling, and the day he became Shang Yan's assistant was not far off.