Wang Xiong's gaze roamed brazenly over Mother's body, especially her beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings. Through the stockings, the graceful lines of her legs were clearly visible.
He feigned thought, "It's simple. Join Lingya Group, become your personal assistant, and be by your side anytime, anywhere, to 'share your burdens.'"
"Wishful thinking," Mother uttered coldly, but her trembling voice betrayed her inner unease.
Wang Xiong, however, didn't get angry but instead laughed, taking a sudden step closer.
Mother instinctively shrank back, but Wang Xiong had already reached out his filthy hand and gently lifted her chin with his fingers. This action forced Mom to tilt her head back, revealing her perfect jawline, forcing her to look up at this despicable thug in a humiliating posture.
"Sister Xia, do you still have the right to refuse?"
Wang Xiong looked down at Mom's exquisite makeup, his eyes flashing with nauseating desire.
A flicker of panic crossed Mom's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She tried to turn her head away, trying to break free from this humiliating position, but this slight resistance only provoked Wang Xiong's even more brazen actions.
His gaze slowly moved down, landing on Mom's elegantly crossed legs.
"Tsk tsk tsk…not bad, those high heels."
Wang Xiong's words had barely left his lips when he suddenly raised his foot and brutally kicked Mom's beautiful toes, clad in high heels!
The expensive nude high heels instantly left Mom's beautiful feet, tracing an arc in the air before landing alone on the carpet in the corner of the office with a dull thud. Startled by this sudden action, Mom could only bite her lip, enduring the humiliation.
At this moment, her small, delicate feet, no longer protected by high heels, were only covered by a hazy veil of stockings, alluring yet making her appear even more helpless.
"Go, pick up the shoes," Wang Xiong said in a low voice, his tone carrying an unyielding command.
Mom's body visibly stiffened. This act of completely exposing her stockinged feet to the air seemed to stir up a deep-seated unease within her. Her slender, long fingers gripped the armrest of the leather office chair tightly, a hint of anger appearing on her elegant face.
She raised her head, her beautiful eyes, icy cold, staring directly at Wang Xiong: "Wang Xiong, you've gone too far!"
"Oh?" Wang Xiong raised an eyebrow, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. "Sister Xia still hasn't learned her lesson. Susan's waiting for me to hand her the evidence. She said if I give her substantial evidence, she... she'll do anything."
These words were like a hammer blow, shattering Mom's last shred of stubbornness.
"Fine, I'll pick it up..."
Mom took a deep breath, and as she slowly stood up, the office chair made a soft scraping sound. Her light-colored pencil skirt still clung to her curvaceous figure, tightening upwards with the movement, outlining the beautiful curves of her hips.
One foot wore a 10-centimeter nude high heel, the heel making a soft sound against the carpet; her other bare foot was only covered by a thin, misty flesh-colored stocking, her slender ankle gleaming in the light. Mother tried to maintain her elegance, but still couldn't help limping towards the lone high heel in the corner.
Each step felt like torture. Her bare feet, encased in stockings, touched the carpet; the raw, fuzzy texture against her skin made her involuntarily curl her toes. Her skirt rode up further with her uneven steps, the cold air from the air conditioner brushing against her bare, silk-stockinged feet, sending a shiver down her spine.
Reaching the corner, Mother had to bend down to pick up the fallen high heel.
This action felt incredibly humiliating. Her slender fingers trembled slightly the moment they touched the shoe. Her long, slender figure bent into a graceful arc, revealing a slender waist beneath her pencil skirt. Through the semi-transparent flesh-colored stockings, the taut muscles of her calves trembled slightly, and even the clearly visible veins on the instep were faintly visible.
The office was so quiet you could hear the faint rustling of stockings. She bit her lower lip, struggling to control her breathing, afraid to make any sound of weakness. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft halo around her hair, but only highlighting the desolation of her situation.
In the brief moment Xia Ling bent down to put on her shoes, Wang Xiong had silently taken over her office chair.
The leather chair creaked slightly as Wang Xiong's thin frame nestled inside like a monkey. His feet barely touched the ground, yet he deliberately crossed his arms, mimicking the posture of those in positions of power in movies. His wrinkled school uniform collar was stained with oil, making him look like a hoodlum who had just crawled out of a junkyard, completely out of place in this CEO's office.
Even so, he brazenly occupied the seat, his gaze roaming unabashedly over her, a repulsive smug smile playing on his lips.
"What are you doing sitting in my chair?"
Having put on her high heels, Mom straightened up, struggling to maintain her last shred of dignity. She slightly raised her chin, trying to use her CEO aura to suppress this arrogant hoodlum, but unfortunately, she had no authority whatsoever in front of Wang Xiong at this moment.
"Sister Xia, don't be angry," Wang Xiong said lazily, his rough fingers rubbing back and forth on the armrest of the office chair. "I'm just getting used to it in advance. After all, I'll be 'working' beside you in the future, won't I?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "working," his eyes roaming brazenly over Mom.
The scene was ironic—a noble and beautiful female CEO stood to the side, while a slovenly-dressed high school student occupied her seat. Xia Ling's beautiful legs, encased in 30D flesh-colored stockings, trembled slightly. Her 10cm nude heels accentuated her elegant demeanor, yet also revealed that she had completely lost control of the situation.
Wang Xiong lazily beckoned Xia Ling with a finger: "Come here."
His voice held the naivety characteristic of youth, yet it carried an unsettling arrogance.
Xia Ling bit her lip, her heels leaving heavy thuds on the carpet. She stood before her office chair, looking down at the disgusting boy.
Wang Xiong tilted his head back, sizing up his tall, beautiful mother, his gaze sweeping over her slightly furrowed brows, tightly pursed red lips, and her beautiful legs trembling slightly with anger.
"Kneel down," he suddenly said, his tone nauseatingly flippant, "Apologize to me."
The air in the office seemed to freeze.
Xia Ling stared in disbelief at the boy sitting in her seat, his feet barely touching the ground. Her carefully applied makeup couldn't conceal the humiliation on her face; the heels of her high heels sank deeply into the carpet, as if silently protesting this absurd scene.
The once high-and-mighty female CEO was now bowing her head to a hoodlum the same age as her son.