Wang Xiong couldn't answer the question. He silently lowered his head, his gaze naturally lingering on Shang Yan's swaying gray-stockinged legs.
"Director Shang," An Rou quickly interjected, trying to defend Wang Xiong, "he was assigned to the warehouse as soon as he arrived, and hasn't had time to train him on product knowledge..."
As she spoke, she subtly shifted her position, her nude high heels clicking crisply on the floor. Her flesh-colored stockings, while not as glamorous as Shang Yan's pearly gray stockings, were understated and delicate, exuding a soft beauty.
"That's your problem!" Shang Yan interrupted An Rou mercilessly. "You also bear responsibility for not properly training your subordinates!"
An Rou bit her lip, lowered her head, and remained silent, looking somewhat aggrieved. Wang Xiong's gaze shifted between the two women: on one side, Shang Yan's cold and elegant pearly gray stockings and patent leather high heels; on the other, An Rou's gentle and charming flesh-colored stockings and nude high heels.
The two drastically different styles left him momentarily dazed.
"Damn it... just wait until I catch you red-handed..."
Wang Xiong muttered to himself, though outwardly he maintained a dutiful demeanor.
"Alright," Shang Yan suddenly spoke, her tone teasing, interrupting Wang Xiong's reverie. "I'll try an easier question. You little pervert, you love looking at women's stockings and high heels, so you should be able to recognize what kind of stockings An Rou and I are wearing today, right? If you get it right, you pass; if you get it wrong..."
She deliberately dragged out her words, her long, shapely legs swaying slightly again, the stockings scraping against the office chair, the heels of her patent leather high heels clicking on the floor with each movement, like an invisible countdown.
"Then you'll have to accept the punishment…" Shang Yan's tone carried a hint of danger. "Hehe, I'm really looking forward to it."
Wang Xiong swallowed hard, looking at Shang Yan's beautiful legs in gray stockings, and couldn't help but gasp softly—he'd been thoroughly tormented by this slut yesterday, being made to kneel on the ground to wipe her shoes one minute, and then to find the holes in her stockings the next. He felt this girl was a bit off.
However, Ling Ya had so many stockings; how could he possibly distinguish them?
He secretly glanced at An Rou, hoping to get some hints from her. However, An Rou only gave a helpless and sympathetic smile, saying nothing. She lowered her head slightly, her skirt swaying gently, her nude high heels appearing exceptionally graceful, yet also making her helplessness even more apparent.
An eerie silence fell over the office. Only the sounds of Shang Yan's legs gently swaying, the rustling of her stockings and the light tapping of her high heels on the floor, echoed in the air, creating an invisible pressure that made Wang Xiong almost breathless…
"What, afraid to say?" Shang Yan's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Since you like looking at stockings so much, then come and take a closer look." She elegantly adjusted her posture. "You can touch them too, it won't affect anything."
Wang Xiong swallowed hard. The pearly gray stockings Shang Yan wore today were indeed sexy, and he was genuinely tempted.
"Most people don't have the chance to touch them," Shang Yan continued, her tone laced with sarcasm. "You like looking at stockings at such a young age, and now that you have the chance, why are you afraid?"
Wang Xiong figured he wouldn't lose out, so he slowly stepped forward. Shang Yan deliberately moved her office chair, crossing her legs and leaning closer to him. Her long, beautiful legs looked especially alluring under the light. He cautiously reached out, and the moment his fingertips touched the stockings, a smooth, delicate sensation washed over him. Shang Yan's legs tensed slightly; even through the stockings, he could feel the warmth of her beautiful skin.
"Did you figure it out?" Shang Yan asked coldly. "Which series?"
"This..." Wang Xiong stammered, unable to answer. "Heh," Shang Yan sneered, "This is Hera Group's 'Phantom' series, their latest high-end stockings, designed to compete with our 'Frost' series. You don't even know that? Do you even deserve to join Lingya?"
"But…" Wang Xiong protested, "Didn't you say Lingya Group's stockings?"
"Enough nonsense!" Shang Yan suddenly raised her voice, an imposing aura emanating from her. "Since you answered incorrectly, you should accept your punishment."
She extended her right foot, clad in a patent leather high heel. "Kneel down."
Although Wang Xiong was displeased, the thought of being transferred to Shang Yan's side as an assistant later made him kneel down.
"My shoes are a little dirty," Shang Yan lightly tapped the ground with the tip of her high heel. "Wipe them for me."
He reached out to wipe them, but Shang Yan interrupted him: "Your hands are too dirty. Use your sleeve."
So Wang Xiong had no choice but to wipe Shang Yan's high heels with his sleeve.
An Rou, watching this scene, looked on with pity but dared not say a word.
"By the way," Shang Yan suddenly said, "what series is An Rou wearing today…?"
Wang Xiong knelt on the ground, his gaze lingering on An Rou's beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings.
These past few days in the warehouse, he had only handled the Lisi series stockings, Lingya Group's low-end product line. As a product line manager, An Rou shouldn't be wearing such inexpensive stockings. He recalled Shang Yan's mention of the "Smooth Silk" series, Lingya's highest-end stocking product line and the focus of the weekend's launch event.
Looking at An Rou's flesh-colored stockings with their gentle sheen, he tentatively asked, "Is it… the Smooth Silk series?"
"Wrong!"
Shang Yan's voice was cold. She elegantly shifted her posture, the pearly gray stockings subtly shimmering with a captivating luster.
"Director Shang…" An Rou said softly, "I really am wearing the Creamy Silk series today…"
"Shut up!" Shang Yan suddenly raised her voice, interrupting An Rou. "I said he was wrong, and that's final." She turned to look at An Rou, her eyes threatening. "Or do you want to be punished too?"
An Rou immediately fell silent, standing to the side with her head down.