At this moment, Xia Ling could only endure the humiliation, allowing her grey-stockinged legs and taut hips to become playthings for Wang Xiong's camera. Those 10cm patent leather stilettos felt like invisible shackles, forcing her to remain in this humiliating position.
Wang Xiong held Xia Ling down and took dozens of photos before finally stopping.
"Get up."
Wang Xiong put away his phone, sat back down, and stared intently at Xia Ling, licking his lips. "What would others think if they knew that the president of the prestigious Lingya Group was now serving a student she looked down on?"
Xia Ling slowly stood up, first placing her fork in front of Wang Xiong, then sitting back down in the chair opposite him. She took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation she had just suffered, still striving to maintain the aloof demeanor of a female CEO.
Sitting not far away, I watched this scene, my heart aching.
My usually elegant and sophisticated female CEO mother was now enduring the humiliation of this short, ugly thug, Wang Xiong, while I could only hide in a corner like a coward, watching helplessly as it all unfolded.
I knew that the root of all this seemed to be related to the mysterious "Zhang Ming" that Wang Xiong had mentioned.
At the table, Xia Ling maintained her elegant posture, while Wang Xiong leaned back casually in his chair, watching her with a mocking gaze.
Under Wang Xiong's gaze, Xia Ling felt an instinctive aversion. Her red lips parted slightly, and she asked impatiently, "How did you find out about Zhang Ming?"
"Heh, how did I find out? I have to thank your son." Wang Xiong narrowed his eyes, his expression like that of an ugly hyena toying with its prey. "If you hadn't come to school that day, how would I have known that Xiao Wei actually has such a noble and elegant female CEO as Xia Ling? Aunt Xia, from that moment on, I was determined to win you over. When I got home that night, I casually asked my dad, and who knew… heh."
"Just say what you mean, don't beat around the bush."
Xia Ling's voice was cold. Under the table, her gray-stockinged legs were crossed, the stockings rustling softly.
"Alright, alright, I'll get straight to the point." Wang Xiong shrugged, his voice low and menacing. "You remember that fire fifteen years ago? It burned all night long! The largest garment factory in the city, Yongxing Garment Factory, was destroyed in a single fire. Then, a small workshop called Chenguang Garment Factory suddenly sprang up. That's where you and Xiaowei's dad started your business, right?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Ling trembled violently. Her firm breasts heaved nervously beneath her shirt. Clearly, what Wang Xiong had said had touched a raw nerve. Seeing Xia Ling's reaction, Wang Xiong was quite satisfied. He deliberately dragged out his words, his childish voice carrying a hint of inexplicable frivolity: "If the world knew that Ms. Xia Ling, the current president of the booming Lingya Fashion Group, actually started her business with a fire, do you think you could still live such a luxurious life?"
Under the table, Xia Ling's beautiful legs, clad in 10cm patent leather heels, trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. Her high, firm breasts heaved, clearly suppressing her inner turmoil.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Xia Ling's voice was cold, yet carried an undeniable authority. However, it was clear that Xia Ling couldn't intimidate Wang Xiong with that kind of imposing presence.
"Oh, really? Are you genuinely unaware, or are you pretending?" Wang Xiong's lips curled into a meaningful smile. "That Zhang Ming guy, he was only in his early twenties back then, right? He was married, his wife was just pregnant, and your husband sent him to set fire to the Yongxing Garment Factory. Your husband's a ruthless man, isn't he? The moment Zhang Ming went in, your husband sealed the gates, and Zhang Ming was burned alive inside..."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Xia Ling squinted, forcing a calm expression, then stood up, her long, slender legs in gray stockings stepping over her delicate... "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." (High heels)
"Aunt Xia! Would you like to see this?"
Wang Xiong casually picked up his phone, facing the screen directly at Xia Ling, and said in a relaxed tone, "This photo looks familiar, doesn't it? Back then, you and your husband found Zhang Ming to discuss arson. The location was a casino, and coincidentally, that casino was owned by my dad, haha."
"You…"
Xia Ling's pupils contracted sharply. Although she wanted to maintain her CEO composure, the image in the photo forced her to suppress her anger.
"Do you need more evidence? Besides the photos, I have recordings. Besides the recordings, I also have the bank transfers you and your husband made to Zhang Ming. Speaking of which, your husband is truly heartless. Knowing he was going to die, he still lured him with money. The day after he burned to death, your husband went to the bank and canceled the transfers. He took his life, and didn't intend to leave him a single penny?"
"Enough!"
Xia Ling finally couldn't hold back any longer, unable to maintain her CEO composure. For the first time, a vulnerable expression appeared on her delicate face.
Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "I was against what happened back then, but Chenguang was on the verge of bankruptcy, and Xiaowei's father..."
"Opposed? I think you tacitly approved of it?" Wang Xiong revealed a meaningful smile. "And then what happened? Your husband died of cancer, and didn't you immediately rename Chenguang Garment Factory to Lingya Garment Factory? All these years, you've kept your past hidden so well, cultivating an image of a self-made, powerful woman. The current Lingya Fashion Group was built on that fire back then."
Xia Ling's body trembled violently. Her long, beautiful legs, encased in silk stockings, trembled slightly in her high heels. Under the crystal chandelier, her exquisitely made-up face was already glistening with tears.
Finally, biting her red lips, a hint of humiliation in her phoenix eyes, Mom trembled as she asked, "What...what do you want?"
"Aunt Xia, don't rush, let's talk slowly."
Wang Xiong rose from his chair, walked around the luxurious dining table, and approached Mom step by step.
His gaze roamed freely over Mom's body, starting from her 10cm patent leather stilettos, following her long, slender legs encased in gray stockings, passing over her well-tailored black pencil skirt, and finally settling on the collar of her shirt stained with red wine.
The once aloof and powerful female CEO now resembled a canary trapped in a cage.
He slowly leaned down, one hand bracing against the back of Mom's chair, the other lightly lifting her exquisitely sculpted chin. A flicker of disgust flashed in Mom's delicately lined phoenix eyes, but she stubbornly refused to look away.
His face was incredibly close, his hot breath brushing against Xia Ling's delicate earlobe. His voice was cold and flirtatious: "Aunt Xia, what do you think will happen if the media finds out? 'The Lingya Fashion Empire was built on murder,' 'The bloody truth behind its rags-to-riches story'... Everything you have now, your and your son's comfortable life, all started with a fire, a life lost."
He paused deliberately, a cruel smile playing on his lips: "But all of this can be preserved, won't you, Aunt Xia? As long as you... listen to me."
Xia Ling stiffened, but ultimately managed to resist the urge to break free.
Her beautiful legs, clad in high heels and grey stockings, crossed nervously under the table, the stockings rustling softly. This once powerful and influential woman was now forced to endure the disrespect of a junior. This stark contrast ignited a flicker of excitement in Wang Xiong's cloudy eyes.