"Regarding next quarter's marketing, here's our plan…" Shang Yan opened a document, her voice clear and pleasant.
Xia Ling nodded elegantly, outwardly calm, but her gaze unconsciously drifted to Shang Yan's beautiful legs in stockings. Those long, slender legs, encased in pearly gray stockings, swayed gently with the rhythm of her speech. This image reminded Xia Ling of last night's frenzy, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together, the pantyhose beneath her trousers making a soft rustling sound.
"After the press conference, we plan to increase marketing investment in the 'Skin Delicate Collection' series next quarter," Shang Yan elegantly turned a page of a document, her beautiful legs, encased in pearly gray stockings, gently crossed. "This series, along with the 'Skin Delicate Collection,' is Lingya's top-of-the-line stockings product line, and has always been positioned for wealthy women and high-end businesswomen."
She paused for a moment, her slender fingers lightly tracing the document: "Of course, the 'Crystal Diamond Collection' and 'Cloud Mist Collection' are also key marketing focuses. As for the high-volume 'Lisi Collection' and 'Refined Elegance Collection'…"
Mom softly hummed in agreement, her gaze seemingly intently scanning the data sheets Shang Yan handed her.
But in reality, her thoughts had already drifted back to last night: the alluring figure before her in the mirror, the blush-inducing comments on the forum, and that pink butterfly vibrator that had driven her to such ecstasy…
These shameful memories made Mom's breathing quicken, and the pantyhose beneath her trousers seemed to become even more sensitive, each subtle friction sending shivers down her spine.
"Sister Ling?" Shang Yan noticed Xia Ling's unusual behavior and called softly.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her silk-stockinged legs and outlining their graceful curves.
"Continue," Xia Ling forced herself back to reality, regaining her cool and aloof demeanor as a female CEO.
Shang Yan nodded and continued reporting on market data and marketing plans.
Sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows shone on the long legs of the two beautiful women. One wore alluring pearly gray stockings, showcasing their exquisite contours beneath her pencil skirt; the other wore 15D flesh-colored stockings under her trousers. Every subtle movement spoke of a different kind of allure.
The office was filled with the faint scent of perfume emanating from the two women, and an air of ambiguity seemed to rise in the atmosphere.
Shang Yan's elegant voice echoed in her ears, but Xia Ling's thoughts drifted away. Wang Xiong's request—to arrange for him to become Shang Yan's assistant—resurfaced in her mind.
Shang Yan was Xia Ling's closest subordinate and a business partner who had worked alongside her for many years. The thought of pushing Shang Yan into Wang Xiong's trap filled Xia Ling with conflicting emotions and unease. She couldn't bear to let Shang Yan get involved in this dirty game, yet the pressure of reality weighed heavily on her heart, leaving her no escape.
On one hand, Wang Xiong possessed crucial evidence in the Zhang Ming arson case, a fatal threat that she and her company couldn't afford. Once this evidence was made public, Susan would undoubtedly be the first to gloat, and her watchful competitors in the fashion industry were already waiting for her downfall.
On the other hand, Li Zheng had arrested the son of Vice Mayor Zhang Guoqiang at Wang Datao's club. Zhang Guoqiang was furious, and the Wang family's business was immediately in trouble. Before their family could recover, Wang Xiong dared not act too recklessly.
Xia Ling suddenly realized that, in a way, she and Wang Xiong were in the same boat.
Thinking of this, Xia Ling's brows furrowed slightly, her inner turmoil deepening.
For the company's development, and to protect my peaceful life at school, she seemed to have no choice but to harden her heart and accept this compromise.
However, the price of this compromise felt incredibly heavy and humiliating to her.
"By the way," Xia Ling asked casually after Shang Yan finished her report, "I heard there's been some change regarding your assistant?"
Shang Yan sighed, her black pointed high heels lightly touching the ground, her slender ankles encased in pearly gray stockings swaying slightly: "Yes, Xiao Lin has been poached by the Hera Group." Her tone carried a hint of anger. "I was originally planning to cultivate her, although she hasn't been with me for long, she's a good fit in every way..."
"What exactly happened?" Xia Ling asked softly, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Shang Yan's long, beautiful legs. Sunlight streamed through the French windows, illuminating her stockings, making the hazy gray fabric even more alluring.
"Hera offered very good terms." Shang Yan shook her head, her stockinged legs elegantly crossed, the hem of her pencil skirt rising slightly. "But thankfully, I only stayed for a little over six months, so I didn't get to handle the core projects or client resources." She paused. "I've already had the legal department draft a non-compete agreement."
Mom nodded slightly, approving of Shang Yan's handling of the situation.
Thinking about what she was about to say, Mom's mind immediately conjured up an image of Wang Xiong in the bathroom, his penis pressed against her vagina through her stockings, begging her to transfer him to Shang Yan's side…
Mom's body trembled slightly, involuntarily tightening her legs.
"A new assistant…" Mom hesitated slightly, yet her tone softened. "Have you found a suitable candidate?"
Shang Yan put down the documents in her hand and straightened her skirt. "I've been looking recently, but I'm quite busy with the press conference and next quarter's marketing, so I haven't had time yet." She looked up at Mom. "The HR department recommended several candidates, all experienced, but…"
"What's wrong?" Mom asked softly.
"I just don't feel like it's a good fit," Shang Yan frowned slightly. "After all, it's an assistant you'll be working with every day; experience alone isn't enough."
Mom took a deep breath, still trying to appear calm, and said, "I do have someone in mind, but I'm afraid you…"
"Oh?" Shang Yan's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward slightly. "The person Sister Ling recommended? Who is it?"
Mom opened her mouth, but couldn't bring herself to say Wang Xiong's name.
A high school student, a low-level porter who had just started working there, and a little pervert with an almost pathological obsession with stockings and high heels… Thinking of this, Mom's face flushed slightly, and what embarrassed her even more was that whenever she thought of Wang Xiong, she couldn't help but recall those experiences that made her blush and her heart race.
"This..." Mom coughed lightly, trying to hide her inner turmoil. "I'll think about it some more. I'll tell you after I'm done with this."
Shang Yan was a little puzzled, but didn't ask further. "Okay, Sister Ling." She glanced at her watch. "I have a meeting, I'll go now..."
Mom nodded, watching Shang Yan gracefully rise. Her gray stockings shimmered in the light, her high heels leaving faint marks on the carpet.
Only after the office door closed gently did she let out a long sigh of relief.
Sitting back at her desk, Mom picked up her phone to work, but her fingertips reflexively opened the browser and went to that forum, as if it had become muscle memory.
"Ah..."
The moment she saw the interface, she exclaimed and quickly closed it.
"No..." Mom murmured softly, feeling the heat emanating from her skin beneath the pantyhose. "Absolutely not during work..."
But as she said this, she could feel her body starting to burn uncontrollably.
That forum, those comments, and last night's indulgence—everything reminded her—there was no going back, never again.
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Afternoon, Lingya Group's underground warehouse.
Wang Xiong, wearing rough cloth gloves, moved back and forth between the shelves. He was carrying boxes of Lisi series stockings, Lingya's most basic product line, positioned for the mass market and emphasizing cost-effectiveness; the boxes were large and heavy.
"Damn it, that slut Shang Yan," Wang Xiong cursed under his breath as he carried the stockings, sweat streaming down his face, "She even made me memorize the product features, deliberately making things difficult, huh? When I become an assistant, I don't believe you, you slut, won't have something on you..."
He glanced frequently at the temporary office in the warehouse, and every time he saw that tightly closed door, a surge of resentment welled up inside him. Yesterday, there, he had been humiliated again by Shang Yan with her high heels, forced to apologize, and compelled to admit he was a "stocking pervert."