The slap drew not only Wang Xiong and his three henchmen, but countless eyes in the internet cafe.
This internet cafe was near a school, surrounded by shopping malls and urban villages, so its clientele was mostly students, hoodlums, and the unemployed—a diverse mix.
Xia Ling, dressed in a sophisticated suit, black stockings under her tailored trousers, and high heels, stood out starkly against her surroundings as soon as she entered the internet cafe. This contrasted sharply with Wang Xiong's short stature and dirty school uniform.
At that moment, countless eyes were fixed on them, and the atmosphere in the internet cafe became tense.
"Aunt Xia, are you sure you want to do this in front of so many people?"
After being slapped by Xia Ling, Wang Xiong didn't get angry; instead, he smiled, wiped his mouth, and his eyes turned sinister.
"What? Didn't you learn your lesson at school last time? Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents!"
Mom's expression was cold, her delicate phoenix eyes flashing with a chilling light as she stared at Wang Xiong.
"Heh, you really think this is school?" Wang Xiong glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the onlookers in the internet cafe, then looked up at Mom. "Aren't you afraid my buddies and I will drag you to the toilet and rape you?"
"You…"
Mom trembled slightly, instinctively taking a step back, the sharp heels of her high heels clicking crisply on the ground. She couldn't believe that a boy about my age could utter such vulgarities.
With Mom present, I mustered my courage, clenched my fists, and yelled at Wang Xiong, "Wang Xiong, you're not allowed to insult Xia Ling!"
"Go to hell! Who gave you the right to speak?"
Without a word, Wang Xiong jumped up and slapped me across the face.
*Slap—*
In just a few seconds, the slap Xia Ling had given him was returned to me.
"Wang Xiong, what are you doing!" Seeing me get hit, Xia Ling instantly panicked. She rushed forward in her high heels, shielding me behind her, her eyes wide as she glared at Wang Xiong. "You dare bully my son in front of me? Do you really think there's no law? Fine, I'll make you pay for bullying my son…"
As she spoke, Xia Ling angrily pulled out her phone to make a call. But then, Wang Xiong smiled, looked up at Xia Ling, and said, "Aunt Xia, how about we find a quiet place to talk alone?"
"Heh, go talk to my company's legal counsel alone. Don't think that just because you're my son's classmate, I can't deal with you."
Xia Ling's voice was cold, her fair face slightly flushed, her high chest heaving—she was clearly furious.
"You'll agree, Aunt Xia." The next second, Wang Xiong lowered his voice, his expression grim, and said to Xia Ling, "I want to talk to you about Zhang Ming."
Upon hearing the name "Zhang Ming," a crack instantly appeared in Xia Ling's elegant and composed expression.
Her slender fingers trembled slightly as she put away her phone, and her beautiful legs, encased in new silk stockings, seemed to tremble slightly as well. Her eyes shifted from initial anger to confusion, then quickly became increasingly complex. Her previously sharp aura seemed veiled by a thin layer, revealing an inexplicable vulnerability.
Clearly, the name "Zhang Ming" had touched a nerve deep within her.
"What do you want to say?"
Xia Ling's voice remained cool, yet it couldn't hide the subtle tremor. She subconsciously adjusted the collar of her silk shirt, as if searching for a sense of security.
"Didn't I tell you? Let's find a quiet place to talk alone." Wang Xiong gave a meaningful smile, his short stature exuding an eerie confidence. "Don't worry, it'll just be the two of us."
Xia Ling bit her red lips, a struggle flashing in her eyes. Her high, firm breasts heaved violently, clearly suppressing her inner anger. The stockings beneath her black trousers rustled slightly with her tense breathing, adding to the tense atmosphere.
Finally, she took a deep breath, her voice tinged with helplessness: "Okay, let's talk in my car."
Xia Ling, in her black patent leather high heels, turned and walked out of the internet cafe. Every step exuded elegance and composure, as if she were striving to maintain the dignity of a female CEO. Wang Xiong gave his henchmen a look, signaling them to wait there, then followed Xia Ling out.
I panicked and rushed forward, calling out, "Mom!"
At the internet cafe entrance, Mom turned around. Sunlight shone on her wavy, jet-black hair, casting a soft glow.
"Xiaowei, you wait here."
Her voice, though still authoritative, betrayed a hidden unease.
She walked towards a white Porsche Panamera parked by the roadside, Wang Xiong following behind. As they passed me, Wang Xiong raised his repulsive face, giving me a smug smile, as if to say: See? Your mother has finally fallen into my hands.
Mom's steps remained elegant, but I noticed her fingers trembling slightly. Her black patent leather high heels, though steady, carried a tension. The sound of her heels striking the ground was exceptionally clear in the noisy street, each step like a hammer blow to my heart.
When working, Mom usually drives her extended black Mercedes, while her white Porsche Namera becomes her personal vehicle. The car's body gleams with a restrained pearlescent sheen in the morning sunlight, much like Mom's usual elegant demeanor. However, at this moment, this million-dollar luxury car seems like an exquisite cage imprisoning her.
Watching Mom's tall figure and Wang Xiong's short back get into the car one after the other, my heart clenched, as if being slowly tortured with a knife.
My usually noble and elegant female CEO mother is now being threatened by Wang Xiong, a thug, and I can do nothing but wait dejectedly outside, watching helplessly as it all unfolds.
Time ticks by. After the two get into the car, it seems a negotiation has begun. My heart races, and I unconsciously move closer to Mom's car.