Upon hearing Wang Xiong's words, the waiter froze, his face showing undisguised embarrassment.
Xia Ling sitting opposite him was equally embarrassed, a blush creeping across her face. She slightly turned her head, her gaze fixed on the window, seemingly not wanting the waiter to see her face.
Seeing the waiter and Xia Ling's reactions, Wang Xiong became even more emboldened. He rudely reached out and grabbed the waiter's sleeve, saying, "Hey, don't you think my girlfriend is sexy?"
The waiter paused slightly, his legs unconsciously closing beneath his black uniform skirt. He glanced at Xia Ling, then quickly looked down.
"Let me tell you a secret, this is the president of Lingya Fashion Group," Wang Xiong said smugly, raising his chin and looking at the young waitress with his cloudy eyes. "See those legs in grey stockings, those high heels...tsk tsk, they're all for me."
The waitress's face flushed instantly, her fingers nervously twisting her apron. Embarrassment was written all over her lightly made-up face; she wanted to leave but dared not be too abrupt.
At this moment, Wang Xiong turned his gaze to Xia Ling, his eyes roaming over her unabashedly: "Aunt Xia, don't you think so?"
This little incident not only caused whispers among the waitress and Xia Ling, but also among the nearby customers at several tables.
A middle-aged man frowned, looked around, then shook his head, and said helplessly to his female companion, "Such a beautiful lady, sitting with a street thug, really..."
Her companion took a sip of red wine and replied, "Lingya's CEO? I often buy clothes from them. I heard they were releasing new stockings, and I even paid attention. I never imagined their boss would be this kind of person? Looks like I need to think this over carefully, lest it affect my image."
Although their voices weren't loud, they reached Xia Ling's ears clearly.
She bit her lip, suppressing her humiliation. Her long, shapely legs, encased in pale gray stockings, trembled slightly beneath the table, her high heels scratching nervously on the floor.
Taking advantage of this moment, the young waitress finally found an opportunity to quickly leave. Her low-heeled shoes made a soft sound on the carpet, her slender back conveying a hint of pity.
Seeing the waitress leave, Wang Xiong raised an eyebrow and said to Xia Ling, "Aunt Xia, why aren't you saying anything? Eat something! Come on, have a drink!"
Seeing his expression, Xia Ling couldn't refuse and reluctantly picked up her glass.
However, just as their glasses clinked, a barely perceptible sly smile appeared on Wang Xiong's lips. His hand trembled, and the dark red liquid spilled out the instant the glasses touched, splashing directly onto the collar of Xia Ling's silk satin blouse!
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, Aunt Xia!"
The short boy in his dirty school uniform apologized insincerely, standing up as he walked around the table, grabbed a tissue, and approached Xia Ling, his eyes lingering on her pale chest.
"Shall I wipe it for you?" Wang Xiong said, extending his hand.
"No need," Xia Ling quickly leaned back, her tall figure unconsciously shifting towards the back of her chair.
"Oh, Aunt Xia, why are you being so polite? What's our relationship?"
Wang Xiong said, ignoring Xia Ling's refusal and attempts to dodge, and began wiping her chest with the tissue.
"I said no."
Xia Ling tried to avoid him, but at such close range, she had no way to escape.
Just as Wang Xiong's filthy hand was about to touch the wine stain on Xia Ling's collar, his wrist suddenly swerved downwards, his fingertips thrusting forward, and he actually touched her soft, firm breasts through the shirt fabric!
The next second, he spread his fingers, pressed his entire palm against her breast, and grabbed it hard!
"Ah..."
Xia Ling cried out in surprise, drawing the attention of several other diners at the surrounding tables.
However, Wang Xiong swiftly withdrew his hand, as if explaining to the other diners, and said nonchalantly, "Aunt Xia, how could you be so careless? Okay, okay, wipe it yourself." He shrugged indifferently, walked around the elegant table, and returned to his seat opposite her.
Under the soft light of the crystal chandelier, his nonchalant demeanor seemed completely out of place in this refined French restaurant.
After Wang Xiong sat down, he glanced across at Xia Ling and saw that her face was now stern, her deep, dark phoenix eyes fixed on him. A layer of frost had settled on her delicate face.
Even though the collar of her silk satin shirt was stained with red wine, it didn't diminish the chilling aura she exuded. Her high, firm breasts, which Wang Xiong had just touched, were heaving, and her long, shapely legs, encased in creamy grey silk, trembled slightly beneath the table.
Clearly, Xia Ling had reached her limit.
Her legs, clad in patent leather stilettos, rubbed lightly against the carpet, making a soft rustling sound. Her elegant posture betrayed a suppressed anger, and even her shoulders trembled slightly.
"Wang Xiong, have you had enough fun?"
Her voice seemed to emanate from the depths of a icy valley, carrying an undeniable authority. Her bright red lips, painted with vibrant red lipstick, were slightly pursed, and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.
"My patience has its limits. I don't have time to waste with you here."
"What's the rush, Aunt Xia? There's plenty of time tonight." Wang Xiong, however, remained unhurried, his gaze fixed on Xia Ling, his voice low and menacing. "You're the noble CEO of Lingya, can't you even handle such a small setback? I heard Zhang Ming died a horrible death back then..."
Upon hearing this, a slight crack appeared on Xia Ling's icy face. Her thick, curled eyelashes fluttered uneasily, and her eyes revealed an undisguised panic.
"You...how much do you really know?"
Xia Ling's voice trembled slightly, her fingertips quivering nervously. Her legs, clad in grey stockings, instinctively tightened slightly beneath the table, the delicate stockings rustling softly.
"Heh, well, I know a lot..."
Wang Xiong's lips curled into a strange smile, but suddenly he grabbed the fork on the table, flicked his wrist, and deliberately pushed the silver fork to the floor!
Under the crystal chandelier, the silver fork landed on the deep red carpet with a dull thud. The guests at the surrounding tables, who were enjoying their dinner, turned to look, some frowning, others shaking their heads.
"Oops! My fork fell!" Wang Xiong made an exaggerated expression, saying to Xia Ling, "Aunt Xia, could you pick it up for me? After you're done, we can have a good talk about Zhang Ming?"
"You..."
Although Xia Ling's expression was angry, the mention of Zhang Ming seemed to cause her to lose all her aloof and authoritative demeanor as a female CEO.
At this moment, in this French restaurant filled with romantic atmosphere, elegant piano music drifted through the hall. The soft light from the crystal chandelier bathed Mother's exquisite makeup, highlighting her beautiful face, which held a hint of suppressed emotion. Yet, the atmosphere at Mother and Wang Xiong's table was tense and awkward.
"Okay, I'll help you pick it up..."
Mother's tone was restrained. She slowly rose, glancing down at the silver fork Wang Xiong had pushed to the floor.
Because she was wearing a black pencil skirt, Mother could only carefully bend her tall, elegant body. Beneath the hem, her two long, slender legs, encased in creamy gray silk, were slightly parted, her delicate ankles peeking out from her high heels.
The soft light from the crystal chandelier illuminated Mother, outlining her graceful figure. Her 10cm stilettos sank slightly into the carpet, making her posture even more elegant and captivating.
Thanks to the superior technology of the Lip Maestro series of stockings, even when Mom bent over, the stockings remained perfectly flat against her knees, without a single wrinkle, flawlessly outlining the beautiful curves of her calves.
Around her, amidst the clinking of glasses and the melodious strains of a piano, under the crystal chandelier, this elegant woman with her beautiful legs encased in exquisite gray stockings was forced to kneel down, her noble posture defiant, to pick up a deliberately discarded fork.