Through the glass door, I saw Xia Ling's tall, elegant figure.
Tonight, she was unusually dressed in a bodycon skirt, revealing her long, beautiful legs encased in gray stockings. Her 10cm stilettos clicked on the floor, each step exuding the elegant aura of a female CEO.
Seeing the two of them being led into the restaurant by a waiter, I felt a surge of anxiety and strode out, head down, trying to enter.
However, at the restaurant entrance, a uniformed waiter politely stopped me: "Excuse me, sir, we operate on a reservation-only basis. Without a reservation, you cannot enter."
"Ah, this…"
I stood at the door, at a loss for words.
Inside the upscale French restaurant, crystal chandeliers twinkled overhead, and elegant piano music drifted from the lobby to the entrance. Through the glass doors, I saw Xia Ling and Wang Xiong being led to a window seat by a waiter.
Since this restaurant operated on a reservation-only basis, it seemed even this seat had been chosen by Wang Xiong in advance.
Located in a prime downtown area, Wang Xiong had deliberately chosen this spot so that not only the restaurant patrons but also passersby could clearly see the two of them dining together.
A smartly dressed, impeccably made-up, elegant female CEO dining with a disheveled, school-uniform-clad, and unattractive hoodlum—wasn't this exactly the kind of "excitement" Wang Xiong was craving?
Before leaving, Xia Ling had specially changed into a white silk satin blouse, and unusually, instead of trousers, she wore a black pencil skirt, her beautiful legs encased in her company's unreleased new product—deep gray stockings from the "Smooth Skin" series.
If Wang Xiong hadn't specifically requested it, why would Xia Ling have dressed so meticulously for the dinner?
Looking at Wang Xiong, compared to his tall, elegant mother, he looked like he'd crawled out of a garbage dump or a sewer.
A dirty, wrinkled school uniform, the collar open revealing a yellowed vest, sneakers covered in mud and grime… not to mention his short stature and ugly appearance; the stark contrast was almost unbearable.
Seeing that the two were already seated, I couldn't stand there idly. So, steeling myself, I pulled out a bank card at the waiter at the door: "Could you please make an exception? I'm not short of money…"
Thanks to Xia Ling's status as a high-powered female CEO, her subordinates and business partners always gave me large sums of money in red envelopes during holidays. This was the time for that money to come in handy.
"Sir, this…" The waiter looked around, his face showing difficulty.
I mustered my courage and said, "Don't worry, as long as you can arrange it for me, the amount won't disappoint you. By the way, a little boy and a tall woman just went in. Could you arrange a seat for me near them, preferably one where they won't notice me?"
"You mean…"
The waiter instinctively looked towards the window seat. Xia Ling, impeccably made up, wearing a pencil skirt and grey stockings, was sitting opposite the short and ugly Wang Xiong.
"That woman is Xia Ling. Anyway, I have my reasons…"
So, with a hefty tip, the waiter used his connections and quickly arranged a seat for me not far from Xia Ling and Wang Xiong.
From this angle, I could see them clearly, but they couldn't see me.
Inside the upscale French restaurant, melodious piano music filled the hall. Every table of guests was elegantly dressed, except for the short student at the window table, who stood out starkly against his surroundings.
Wang Xiong sat opposite Xia Ling, his greedy eyes roaming over her.
His gaze began at her exquisite makeup, lingering on her sensual red lips and high, firm breasts. Finally, he even bent down, peering under the table at her legs, clad in elegant grey stockings, beneath her pencil skirt.
"Hehehe..."
His eyes gleamed with lewdness as he let out a nauseating laugh.
Xia Ling's face instantly showed discomfort. She slightly squeezed her legs together, and her hand unconsciously pulled her pencil skirt down a little.
The movement caused a subtle rustling sound from the elegant grey stockings, a sound that reached Wang Xiong's ears from under the table. He licked his lips, a sickly smile spreading across his face.
"Aunt Xia is really obedient. I told you to dress up nicely, and you actually did as I said. To be honest, those beautiful legs should be shown off. Wearing dress pants is such a waste." Wang Xiong straightened up and looked at Xia Ling across from him. "And this makeup, so meticulous, it's fucking sexy..."
Xia Ling pursed her lips, making no attempt to hide her dislike for Wang Xiong.
She lifted one of her gray-stockinged legs, elegantly crossing it over the other, straightened her white silk satin blouse, tugged at the hem of her pencil skirt, her face slightly flushed, but she tried to appear calm.
"How do you know about Zhang Ming?" Mom asked in her usual cold voice.
"Don't be so hasty, Aunt Xia," Wang Xiong said, fiddling with his knife and fork, giving Mom a lewd grin. "I'm curious, what kind of stockings do you usually wear under your trousers? Short stockings? Pantyhose? Or those sexy stockings that show your vulva, hehehehehe..."
He couldn't help but laugh at the last part, seemingly particularly pleased with his own insulting remark.
Mom's fingers trembled slightly on her lap, but she still said coldly, "That's none of your business."
"How is it none of my business? Did you wear stockings like that when your husband, Xiao Wei's father, was still alive?"
Hearing Wang Xiong mention her father, Mom's body visibly stiffened, her delicate face instantly draining of color. She picked up the red wine on the table and took a small sip, seemingly trying to suppress her thoughts with this gesture.
Seeing Xia Ling's reaction, Wang Xiong became even more smug. He mimicked her gesture, taking a sip of his wine and saying, "How about we talk about your stockings? I bet you wear pantyhose under your trousers. The tight, enveloping feel of pantyhose is something short stockings can't match, perfectly complementing your subtly seductive nature."
"You…enough!"
Xia Ling growled through gritted teeth, a flush creeping onto her face.
"Hey, hey, hey, you're getting impatient?" Wang Xiong leaned back in his chair, adopting a composed expression. "Just tell me, are you wearing pantyhose? Are you subtly seductive? I'm really interested in that! Once we've resolved that, we can talk about the important stuff. You just need to answer yes or no."
Faced with Wang Xiong's unbridled verbal provocation, Xia Ling's beautiful eyes, adorned with delicate butterfly-wing eyeliner, blinked slightly, her thick, curled eyelashes trembling gently.
After a few seconds, Mom bit her red lips and said in a barely audible voice, "Yes..."
"Oh my! Really? You admitted it!" Wang Xiong clapped his hands excitedly and laughed loudly, "Aunt Xia, you admit you're a repressed pervert? That's right, hahaha!"
"You..."
Mom's eyes flashed with a cold light at first, but seeing Wang Xiong's lewd appearance, her momentum instantly subsided. She only offered a half-hearted explanation, "I was talking about the pantyhose."
Wang Xiong grinned slyly and said, "That's the same thing, since you've already admitted it. You're wearing pantyhose under your trousers, right? Pantyhose under trousers, doesn't that mean you're a repressed pervert? Hehe, that's interesting!"
At this moment, the waiter came to serve the dishes.
"Madam, sir, this is tonight's special appetizer—Foie gras with figs."
The young waitress, wearing a fitted black uniform skirt and low-heeled leather shoes, elegantly placed the tray down. However, her actions were interrupted by Wang Xiong's flirtatious voice: "Hey, hey, this is my girlfriend. She's a bit older, but she has a great figure and is pretty, right? Tsk tsk tsk... How could I have such a beautiful woman..."