"Xiao Xiong, what are you doing here?"
The leader of the men in black looked puzzled, yet his tone carried a hint of respect, and he discreetly sheathed his dagger.
Wang Xiong glanced at the three men, then looked up at the leader and said, "Uncle Gang, who gave you permission to come here? And you even dared to kidnap my Sister Xia?"
"This…" the leader of the men in black hesitated.
This man, named Da Gang, was a longtime associate of Wang Xiong's father, Wang Datao. He had been responsible for Wang Datao's personal safety in his early years—in short, a bodyguard and enforcer. Now, he had successfully transitioned, laundered his money, and become the boss of a security company, primarily responsible for the security of Wang Datao's businesses.
"Uncle Gang…this shouldn't be happening. My dad gives you a lot of business, right? Why would he take such a risk?" Wang Xiong glanced at Xia Ling, whose face had turned pale, then looked up at Da Gang, his eyes cold. "Or do you think my dad's been having a hard time lately and are planning to develop his own business?"
"No…no…"
Da Gang shook his head, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
It was hard to imagine that Da Gang, who had just been so arrogant, showing no fear even in front of Lingya's female executives and security personnel, was now bowing his head before this short, young man.
The executives in the corridor reacted differently to this conversation.
Some breathed a sigh of relief, their beautiful legs in high heels unconsciously relaxing; others became even more tense, their stockinged legs trembling slightly, instinctively taking a few steps back.
"What's going on? Does that young man know them?" an executive in a champagne-colored suit asked in a low voice.
"Looks like they not only know each other, but they seem to have powerful connections..." another voluptuous female executive whispered in response.
The female executives in the corridor began to whisper again. In the tense atmosphere, the scents of numerous expensive perfumes mingled, their subtle fragrances making the small space feel even more ambiguous.
Shang Yan stood at the front, her long, slender legs encased in gray stockings trembling slightly. Her delicate face was filled with confusion and worry as she gazed at Wang Xiong with complex emotions.
"Could all of this be his doing?" Shang Yan wondered to herself, biting her bright red lipstick. Her beautiful legs, encased in gray stockings, rubbed together slightly with nervousness, making a soft rustling sound.
"What are you standing there for? Untie my sister Xia!"
Wang Xiong coldly ordered, a chilling glint in his eyes.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Da Gang's forehead. He glanced at Wang Xiong, then at Xia Ling, who was tied to the chair, caught in a dilemma—having taken the employer's money, releasing her now seemed inappropriate, but Wang Xiong had already pulled out his phone, his fingers lightly swiping the screen.
"Uncle Gang, do you think I can speak for my father? If not, then let him talk to you."
Wang Xiong knew that his joining Lingya Group was also due to his father's guidance. If Da Gang messed this up, he would definitely face severe consequences when he returned.
"No, no, no..." Da Gang hurriedly waved his hands, cold sweat sliding down his cheeks. "Quick, untie President Xia!"
Two henchmen immediately stepped forward, frantically untying the ropes. Xia Ling rubbed her wrists, red from the bindings, her beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, numb from the restraints. She tried to stand up, but her legs gave way, and she almost fell. The expensive crystal high heels had long since been tossed aside in the corner; her small, black-stockinged feet curled up helplessly, looking utterly pitiful.
Wang Xiong reacted swiftly, grabbing her slender waist. Through the silk cheongsam, he could clearly feel the soft, supple touch beneath his palm. Xia Ling instinctively tried to push him away, but her legs were weak, and she could only temporarily lean on the boy who usually humiliated her, biting her delicate red lips, trying to suppress the humiliation in her heart.
Seeing this, the female executives outside immediately swarmed in. Shang Yan, in her 10-centimeter black stilettos, walked at the front, her long, slender legs encased in grey stockings moving with elegant yet hurried steps, each step exuding the unique charm of a mature woman. Behind her were female executives from various departments of the company, some in pencil skirts, some in business suits—a large group of elegant women in their thirties and forties, filling the small dressing room to capacity.
"President Xia!"
"President Xia, how are you?"
"Oh my god..."
The crowd jostled and pushed their way in, legs encased in various colored stockings shimmering alluringly under the lights. Some wore sexy black stockings, some soft flesh-colored stockings, and others elegant gray stockings. The rapid click-clack of high heels on the floor created a seductive symphony of leather, patent leather, and suede heels.
The dressing room instantly became crowded and sensual. The scents of various expensive perfumes mingled together: Hermès Terre d'Hermes, Dior J'adore, Chanel Coco Mademoiselle, and various fresh and refined fragrances, blending into a captivating, mature woman's allure. The scents of perfume, leather, and the nylon of the stockings mingled, creating an indescribable, ambiguous atmosphere.
Wang Xiong knelt down and picked up the pair of carelessly discarded crystal high heels. Xia Ling's small feet were still trembling slightly. Black stockings encased her slender ankles, the curve of her instep breathtakingly beautiful. The stockings were smooth and delicate to the touch, and through the semi-transparent black fabric, her fair skin was faintly visible.
He carefully lifted Xia Ling's right foot, his fingertips lightly tracing the surface of the stockings. Xia Ling's body trembled instantly; her small foot, encased in black stockings, instinctively tried to pull back, but Wang Xiong held it firmly. His hand tightened slightly, his fingertips gently kneading the sole of her foot, feeling the soft, elastic touch in his palm.
"No..." Xia Ling murmured softly, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly.
Because of the training her father had given her in her early years, her feet were exceptionally sensitive, especially when wearing stockings. Coupled with her experiences these past few days, being caressed by Wang Xiong like this sent a strange sensation shooting from the soles of her feet straight to her heart, causing her to involuntarily close her legs. Wang Xiong pretended not to hear, his fingers lightly caressing Xia Ling's ankle as he gently put on her high heels. He could feel Xia Ling tremble slightly each time his fingertips brushed against the stockings, her small foot, encased in black stockings, involuntarily curling up, making her appear incredibly delicate.
The female executives around them crowded together, some craning their necks to peek inside, others pressed tightly against each other, their stockinged legs rubbing together with a soft rustling sound.
"President Xia, are you alright?"
"Would you like some water? I have some warm water here."
"These thugs are despicable! We must call the police!"
The women surrounded Xia Ling, offering words of comfort and chattering amongst themselves. Some had already pulled out their phones to call the police, some looked at Wang Xiong gratefully, and others were already teary-eyed, their carefully applied makeup ruined.
"This is too strange," Shang Yan suddenly spoke, her long, beautiful legs standing gracefully, her gray stockings gleaming softly under the light. "Wang Xiong, how did you end up here so coincidentally? And these people know you? Is it…"
Before she could finish, Xia Ling, having gradually recovered, suddenly stood up. She elegantly straightened her wrinkled cheongsam, revealing her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings. Even after the shock, she maintained the aura unique to female CEOs.
"I believe in Wang Xiong. If he hadn't appeared in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Xia Ling's voice still trembled slightly, but her beautiful eyes had regained their usual firmness. Standing there, though her makeup was slightly disheveled, it only added to her captivating charm. Even among the group of glamorous female executives, Xia Ling was the most elegant presence.
The three men in black, led by Da Gang, were cornered by the women in stockings, unable to move, utterly at a loss.
"Uncle Gang, tell me the truth," Wang Xiong stood up, looked up at Da Gang, and said in an unyielding tone, "Speak in front of so many people, who sent you here?"
As soon as Wang Xiong finished speaking, a group of female executives glared at Da Gang and his two companions, while the security personnel in black uniforms also stared intently.
"This...sigh."