After carrying boxes for over an hour, Wang Xiong was soaked in sweat. He dragged his weary body into the workers' break room, which was filled with smoke, where several workers were chatting idly.
Wang Xiong found a corner to sit down, lit a cigarette, and pulled several folded A4 sheets of paper from his pocket—detailed information on Lingya Group's stocking products. He had to memorize all of this, or Shang Yan would give him another hard time.
"Young man, what are you looking at?" a man in his forties approached.
"Product information," Wang Xiong said, waving the documents in his hand.
"Oh, we're all manual laborers, what are you looking at?" the man joked with a laugh. "Such a young age, not in school, but working as a porter?"
Wang Xiong smiled dismissively and didn't reply.
"You're not here for Lingya's beauty, are you?" The middle-aged man blinked. "There are definitely a lot of beautiful women here, all wearing stockings and high heels, holding coffee, acting all sexy, and they all seem to earn a decent income... Are you trying to skip twenty years of hard work?"
Just then, the crisp sound of high heels echoed down the corridor.
The door to the lounge opened, and An Rou stood in the doorway. Because of the smoky atmosphere inside, she didn't come in.
An Rou was wearing a beige pencil skirt today, her legs slender and straight, encased in flesh-colored stockings. On her feet were nude pointed-toe high heels, about seven centimeters high, making her walk both elegant and dignified.
"Wang Xiong, Director Shang wants to see you in his office." Her voice was gentle, tinged with concern.
The middle-aged man's gaze swept over An Rou, revealing the restless nature typical of a greasy middle-aged man.
Wang Xiong stood up, sighed softly, and followed An Rou out of the lounge.
"Director Shang doesn't seem to be in a good mood today," An Rou whispered on the way. "You should be more careful."
She tilted her head slightly as she spoke, her delicate profile appearing exceptionally beautiful under the corridor lights. The crisp sound of her high heels on the floor and the gentle sway of her stockinged legs with each step exuded a graceful charm.
"Thank you for the reminder, Manager An," Wang Xiong said, then smiled, "When has Director Shang ever been in a good mood?"
"I don't know why, but Director Shang is especially…" An Rou murmured softly, then added, "I'm sorry, as your boss, I can't help you…"
Wang Xiong waved his hand dismissively.
The two arrived at the door of the temporary office, and An Rou gently knocked.
"Come in," came Shang Yan's cold voice from inside.
The moment the door opened, a sexy yet dangerous scent of perfume wafted out.
Shang Yan was elegantly leaning back in her office chair, wearing a charcoal gray suit with a light pink silk blouse underneath, and a matching silk scarf tied at the collar. Long, slender legs were encased in pearly gray stockings, and on her feet were a pair of black pointed-toe high heels, the heels easily reaching 10cm, each sway exuding a sharp aura.
"You're here?" Shang Yan spoke coldly, her red lips slightly parted. "What, enjoying smoking in the lounge?"
Wang Xiong kept his head down, remaining silent, but his eyes occasionally darted towards Shang Yan's beautiful legs in black stockings.
"Since you're so free," Shang Yan's lips curled into a cold smile, "then let's test you."
She elegantly shifted her posture, her long, slender legs encased in pearly gray stockings displaying their allure under the light: "Tell me, what is Lingya's most high-end stocking series?"
"It's… the Creamy Treasure Collection." Wang Xiong paused, but still gave the answer.
"Oh?" Shang Yan raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly, a slightly aggressive smile playing on her lips. "Tell me its features."
"This..." Wang Xiong stammered, "It's a high-end series..."
"That's all?" Shang Yan sneered, turning to An Rou beside her. "An Rou, you tell me."
An Rou, standing to the side, had no choice but to speak: "The 'Premium Collection' uses imported Italian yarn, each pair has a unique number, with an annual production of only 1000 pairs, and a retail price between 1200 and 1500..."
"Enough." Shang Yan interrupted An Rou, then looked at Wang Xiong. "Wang Xiong, tell me, what series are An Rou and I wearing right now?"
A hint of impatience flashed in Wang Xiong's eyes. Faced with Shang Yan's relentless pressure over the past few days, his last shred of patience had been worn away. However, in this situation, he didn't have the leverage to break ties with Shang Yan, so he could only force himself to endure and continue playing the role of a submissive subordinate.
He glanced down at An Rou's stockings, then at Shang Yan's impossibly long, gray-stockinged legs, and hesitated for a long time, unsure how to begin—anyway, whatever he said would likely just lead to trouble from that slut Shang Yan, so he might as well keep quiet.
A faint scent of perfume filled the office, Shang Yan's unique fragrance, carrying a dangerous allure. Smelling this distinctive fragrance and gazing at the long, slender legs in gray stockings before him, Wang Xiong suddenly had a bold idea.
"Can't explain?" Shang Yan's voice grew colder, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
"Manager An's stockings should be the nude-colored version from the Cloud Mist series," Wang Xiong said, recalling the product brochures he'd seen in the break room. His voice held a hint of feigned respect. "Ultra-thin and breathable, with a natural, bare-faced effect, perfectly matching Manager An's gentle temperament..."
He paused deliberately, his gaze lingering on Shang Yan's shapely legs in stockings. Her long, slender legs looked particularly alluring in the office lighting, every movement exuding elegance and arrogance.
"As for Director Shang," Wang Xiong's lips curled into a sly smile, "the ones you're wearing should be from the Night Charm series... a high-end erotic style. Although they're for bed, wearing them to the office suits your style quite well..."
The atmosphere in the office froze instantly.
An Rou stiffened slightly, instinctively taking a half-step back, while Shang Yan gave a cold smile, elegantly rising to her feet, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.
"Wang Xiong, are you implying something?" She slowly approached Wang Xiong, the sexy and dangerous scent of her perfume growing stronger, her voice soft yet dangerously gentle. "Or perhaps, you... know a lot about the Night Enchantress series?"
Wang Xiong outwardly feigned timidity, but inwardly he was smug.
He knew very well that while "Night Enchantress" was a high-end line within the erotic fashion category, its ambiguous design style was clearly unsuitable for the workplace. To deliberately mention that Shang Yan wore this series was tantamount to implying her flirtatious nature, even bordering on provocative.
However, his smugness lasted only a few seconds. Shang Yan had moved closer and closer to him. Wang Xiong looked up and realized the height difference between them—he only reached Shang Yan's shoulder, while she looked down at him with a sharp, cold gaze.
"You seem to know a lot about the Night Charm series," Shang Yan sneered. "Looks like you've been studying these sexy stockings quite a bit these past few days?" She took a step forward, her pointed high heels clicking crisply on the floor. "A little brat like you probably doesn't even have a girlfriend, right? You can only satisfy yourself by fantasizing about others?"
Wang Xiong sneered inwardly.
Fantasizing? You probably don't know that your noble CEO Xia has to kneel on the ground and lick my dick. You, this slutty director, really think you're something...
Although secretly pleased with himself, Wang Xiong outwardly feigned a timid demeanor. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering, as if intimidated by Shang Yan's sharp aura.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Shang Yan chuckled dismissively, turning gracefully around. "Let me tell you, I'm wearing a special edition from the Premium Collection."
Her voice carried a hint of languor, yet exuded undeniable authority: "Even if you carried boxes here for a month, your salary wouldn't be enough to buy a pair."
As she spoke, she sat back in her office chair, elegantly crossing her legs. Her pearly gray stockings shimmered delicately under the light, her black pointed-toe heels swaying gently.
"What, still staring?" Shang Yan said with a cold laugh. "A useless little brat who only knows how to peek at women's stockings, besides doing manual labor, is only fit to run errands." She paused, her red lips slightly parted: "My new assistant hasn't started yet. Go, buy me a coffee, a caramel macchiato, double espresso."
As she spoke, her eyes held a hint of contempt and amusement, as if she were enjoying Wang Xiong's humiliated embarrassment.
Wang Xiong, head bowed, gazed at Shang Yan's long, shapely legs encased in pearly gray stockings. He feigned submission, but in his mind, he had already ravished about her a thousand times over.
"Yes, Director Shang, I'll go buy it right away." Wang Xiong turned to leave.
"Wang Xiong," An Rou quickly followed, her voice gentle, "I'll go with you."