At our usual dinner time, I went downstairs to the dining room. The housekeeper had already prepared a sumptuous meal. Xia Ling, however, wasn't at the head of the table as punctual as usual. I assumed she was working in her study and was about to go upstairs to call her when I suddenly heard the unusual sound of high heels from upstairs.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The heels clicked sharply on the floor, crisper than usual.
Looking up, I saw Xia Ling descending the stairs in her high heels, and I froze.
She had changed out of her daytime business attire. She wore a white silk satin blouse with a cleverly designed neckline that subtly revealed her sexy collarbone and full breasts without being overly revealing.
My heart skipped a beat. Over the years, I had almost never seen Xia Ling wear a skirt. She always wore a sharp business suit, and under her trousers, she always wore black pantyhose—a habit she had developed after my father's death.
My father, in his lifetime, was particularly fond of Xia Ling's beautiful legs in stockings. He would always find different styles for her to wear, and stockings were an essential part of their lovemaking.
This subtly influenced Xia Ling. After my father's passing, perhaps as a tribute, or perhaps simply out of habit, she maintained the habit of wearing stockings every day.
Furthermore, now that she's the CEO of Lingya Fashion Group, she chooses to wear black pantyhose under her trousers to maintain a sophisticated and polished image.
But tonight, she was acting completely differently.
The fabric of her shirt was smooth and delicate, with a black ribbon tied at the collar that swayed gently with her movements, adding a touch of playfulness to her stunning appearance.
The hem of her shirt was tucked into her black pencil skirt, the fabric of which also had a luxurious sheen. The skirt hem was above the knee, with a subtle side slit, perfectly outlining her slender waist and graceful hip curves.
My heart pounded. This skirt not only completely exposed Xia Ling's beautiful legs, but it also reminded me of Wang Xiong's lewd remarks. For the past few days, he had been relentlessly praising Xia Ling's beauty at school, especially speculating about the secret behind her wearing stockings under her trousers. And now, Xia Ling, contrary to his usual behavior, was displaying her entire stockinged leg.
Xia Ling's long, beautiful legs were encased in a pair of brand-new, ultra-thin stockings. Not the black of daytime, but a deep, smoky gray—clearly the unreleased new product from her company—the Deep Gray of the Creamy Series.
The stockings shimmered delicately under the light, making Xia Ling's long, beautiful legs even more alluring. Her delicate gray-stockinged feet were encased in black patent leather high heels. The 10-centimeter stilettos accentuated the perfect shape of her legs, and the texture of the shoes complemented the gray stockings perfectly.
An ominous premonition crept into my heart.
This outfit was so unusual, completely unlike the decisive and efficient female CEO she usually was.
Could it be related to what happened at the internet cafe today? What exactly did Wang Xiong say to Mom?
"Mom, are you going out?"
I asked in surprise. Generally, Mom rarely went out on weekends; according to her, no matter how busy she was, she always made time for family.
"Um...something came up."
Mom walked to the full-length mirror in the entryway to check her outfit, but her voice sounded a little unsteady.
She had put on exquisite makeup tonight, her eyeliner arched like butterfly wings, her eyelashes thick and curled. Her lipstick was a bright red, making her skin appear even whiter. Her hair was also carefully styled, her long, black hair transformed into elegant waves, the ends swaying gently with her movements, exuding a faint fragrance.
Seeing Mom's unusual behavior, and recalling what happened with Wang Xiong during the day, I couldn't help but pay close attention to her every move.
"Mom..." I mustered my courage and said hesitantly, "It's so late, do you want me to go with you?"
"No need." Mom turned towards the door, forcing a smile. "After dinner, stay home and do your homework. I'll be back soon."
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After Mom left, I quickly followed, taking a taxi behind her.
The car drove for a while, finally stopping in a bustling area of the city in front of a French restaurant called "La Mer."
I got out of the car a short distance from Mom, looking over with a puzzled expression, and immediately spotted that familiar figure—Wang Xiong!
He was standing at the restaurant entrance, still wearing the same school uniform he'd worn during the day. The uniform was wrinkled, the collar open, revealing a yellowed vest underneath. His sneakers were covered in mud, and there were ink stains on his pants.
When Mom gracefully stepped out of the car, Wang Xiong's eyes widened immediately.
He rushed forward, his greedy gaze sweeping over Xia Ling, from her exquisite makeup to her long, shapely legs in grey stockings, and finally to her sexy high heels.
Although he only reached Xia Ling's chest, his unbridled, invasive gaze was nauseating.
"Aunt Xia, you look so beautiful tonight, hehe… finally willing to show off your stockinged legs? Trousers are certainly elegant and sophisticated, but you still need a skirt to truly shine…"
Wang Xiong licked his lips and extended his filthy hand, intending to help Xia Ling up.
Xia Ling, tall and slender, swayed slightly, gracefully avoiding his filthy hands. Her high heels clicked crisply on the floor. "I've come as you requested. Let's talk about that matter."
"Don't be in such a hurry," Wang Xiong chuckled lewdly, his short frame leaning closer to Xia Ling, gesturing for her to proceed. "Let's talk while we eat. You know, hehe, about Zhang Ming..."
Hearing that name, Xia Ling's body visibly trembled, her beautiful legs in gray stockings quivering slightly, but only for a second before she regained her composure.
"Let's go," Xia Ling said coldly.
Watching the short Wang Xiong and my tall, elegant mother walk into the restaurant one after the other, my heart sank once more.
Xia Ling, usually so radiant, someone everyone looked up to, was now forced to lower her proud head and dine with a thug.
What secret did Wang Xiong possess about Xia Ling? Who exactly is this "Zhang Ming"?
The two quickly disappeared into the restaurant, and my heart ached as if struck by a heavy hammer.