"This is Wang Xiong, invited by Director Shang to today's weekly meeting."
An Rou gave a brief introduction, and everyone nodded politely. After the weekend, they had heard the gossip circulating in the company—there seemed to have been some trouble at Saturday's press conference, and Wang Xiong seemed to have played a major role.
Wang Xiong glanced around, his gaze lingering on the head seat for a moment. Undoubtedly, in this department, the leather chair at the head of the table was Shang Yan's exclusive domain, but since Xia Ling was coming today, this seat naturally had to be given to her.
Wang Xiong's lips curled slightly, and without hesitation, he walked to the seat to the right of the head seat—this seat would allow him to be closest to Xia Ling, making it easier for him to carry out some "small actions" later.
"Huh?" A soft exclamation came from the other end of the conference table.
The two managers from the retail and luxury goods departments exchanged a meaningful look—that was the seat right next to the head seat. Even they, as department heads, usually sat properly on the sides during meetings; who would dare to covet that spot?
Wang Xiong, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him, sat down casually, his entire demeanor relaxed, even adjusting his chair height. The leather seat made a slight creaking sound, causing the people who had been whispering to stop their conversation and turn their attention to this unexpected figure.
"This seat…" An Rou sat down to the side, hesitant to speak.
"Manager An, this…" A department head approached An Rou, lowering his voice, "Is this young lady sitting in the wrong seat? Director Shang will be here soon…"
An Rou could only offer a helpless smile.
Wang Xiong ignored the reactions around him, leisurely pulling out his phone and typing a message: "Why isn't Sister Xia here for the meeting yet? She should be obediently inserting her vibrator by now, I'm really looking forward to it."
After sending it, he glanced at the time: 8:50.
In ten minutes, he would complete his "promotion" ceremony, and in front of so many beautiful women from the marketing center.
"This is outrageous..." someone muttered under their breath. "Does a high school student even deserve to sit in that position?"
"Shh—" her colleague next to her quickly interrupted, "Didn't you see that Manager An didn't say anything? There must be a reason."
The atmosphere in the conference room grew increasingly strange.
Everyone noticed the unusual atmosphere today—a boy who looked like a high school student, so short, was brazenly occupying the most important seat, second only to the head of the table. Even more perplexing was that Manager An Rou, who had brought him in, seemed to condone it all.
An inexplicable, eerie atmosphere permeated the elegant conference room.
The female managers on either side were impeccably dressed and impeccably made up, exuding the air of business elites. In this elegance, Wang Xiong stood out like an incongruous piece of a puzzle. He was almost a head shorter than everyone present, significantly younger, and his cheap casual clothes and slicked-back hair contrasted sharply with the surrounding luxury.
Yet this uninvited guest showed no sign of unease. Instead, he leaned back comfortably in his leather chair, occasionally glancing flirtatiously at the beautiful women on either side, as if this was his very own seat.
Wang Xiong leaned back casually in his leather chair, completely oblivious to the strange looks he received.
He would occasionally glance at the beautiful women in the conference room, his gaze blatantly taking in their forms. Even more outrageous, he would pretend to drop a pen, bending down to pick it up, but actually using the opportunity to peek under the large conference table.
Under the table, the long, shapely legs of the female managers on either side, clad in various stockings, created a striking scene. Some opted for classic nude stockings, elegant yet gentle; others wore black pantyhose, exuding a capable yet sexy vibe; still others boldly wore lace-trimmed garter stockings—after all, in a company like Lingya, which primarily deals in high-end women's clothing, attire was part of the workplace competition.
This lewd behavior was quickly noticed.
One female manager, noticing this, disgustedly pulled her legs further apart, not forgetting to alert her colleague beside her.
The female managers on both sides, though all career elites, now whispered like high school girls, covering their mouths and glancing warily at the unexpected figure out of the corner of their eyes. Some discreetly adjusted their skirts, others hid their bags in front of their legs, but because of "Director Shang's invitation," no one dared to directly point out his rudeness.
"What a little pervert," someone muttered under their breath, "I wonder why Director Shang would let someone like this attend the meeting."
Wang Xiong seemed quite pleased with their reaction, a smug smile playing on his lips as he continued his "observation." He knew that these usually aloof and powerful women could only tolerate his rudeness at this moment.
Time ticked by, and the clock in the conference room pointed to 8:58.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels rang out outside, the footsteps of two people, one elegant and composed, the other steady and powerful. The sounds grew clearer as they approached. The atmosphere in the conference room instantly tensed; everyone knew—President Xia and Director Shang had arrived.
The dozen or so female managers immediately stopped talking, straightened their posture, and sat up straight. Some quickly smoothed their skirts, some discreetly adjusted their scarves, and others hurriedly closed their files. The previously relaxed atmosphere instantly became solemn and respectful.
Wang Xiong, hearing footsteps, also put away his phone, straightened his clothes, and sat upright in the seat next to the head of the table. Although he outwardly maintained impeccable manners, a sly glint flashed in his eyes, and his right hand remained subtly in his pocket, seemingly fiddling with something.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
The sound of high heels grew closer, and the air in the conference room seemed to freeze. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the door to open.
The moment the door opened, a delicate fragrance wafted in.