Da Gang sighed deeply, pulling out his phone. His weathered face was etched with helplessness. "To be honest, things haven't been easy lately. Ever since Zhang Guoqiang started cracking down on Brother Tao's businesses, our security company has been hit hard too, and we can't even pay salaries."
He pulled up his transfer and chat logs, showing them to everyone. "A couple of days ago, a middleman contacted me, saying there was an easy job..."
"It's...it's someone from the Hera Group," Da Gang stammered, "contacting us through a middleman, saying they wanted to sabotage this press conference...We didn't even know Xiao Xiong was here. If we had known Xiao Xiong was here..."
This caused a stir among the room.
The female executives exchanged glances, some gasping, others covering their lips. Shang Yan's expression also turned serious; her long, gray-stockinged legs unconsciously pressed together, clearly realizing the gravity of the situation.
The dressing room fell silent for a moment, broken only by the soft rustling of her stockings.
"Since it's the Hera Group pulling the strings behind the scenes," Xia Ling suddenly sneered, displaying the shrewdness of a seasoned businesswoman, "Shang Yan, contact the media immediately. Tell them we have irrefutable evidence that the Hera Group bribed gangsters and sabotaged our competitors' business activities."
"Understood!" Shang Yan nodded, her gray-stockinged legs slightly pressed together, a hint of excitement on her face.
"Xiao Zhang," Mom turned to another female executive in a beige suit, "Go and notify the legal department to prepare a lawsuit. Also, have the public relations department issue a statement saying that some criminals attempted to disrupt our press conference, but we have detected and controlled them in time."
"Yes, President Xia!"
Mom's voice remained steady and powerful: "The security department will increase security to the fullest extent, especially at the press conference venue."
"Yes, sir!" The security captain broke out in a cold sweat; he had to ensure the absolute safety of the second half of the press conference to atone for his mistake.
"Alright, now the truth is out!" Wang Xiong glanced around at the beautiful female executives in business suits and high heels, licking his lips with a playful smile. "Now that we know who's behind this, it's up to you ladies."
The "sister" he called her was ambiguous and flirtatious, causing the female executives in the corridor to react in various ways. Some frowned slightly, some smiled faintly, and some subconsciously adjusted their skirts.
Shang Yan frowned, her long, slender legs encased in gray stockings exuding an alluring charm, clearly displeased with the nickname. She knew all too well how lewd and lecherous Wang Xiong was, especially when he stared at women's stockinged legs; his blatant and undisguised desire made her feel nauseous.
After today, in front of so many senior executives, this short, lewd young man was now infamous throughout the company.
Then, Wang Xiong looked up at Da Gang: "Uncle Gang, Susan did this, didn't she?"
Da Gang was stunned, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "This…"
"Don't pretend, just say what you have to say," Wang Xiong chuckled.
Da Gang trembled upon hearing this, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "Yes, it really is Susan."
"My dad has been having a tough time lately, but you can't... do you know what I do at Lingya Group?" Wang Xiong trailed off, giving Da Gang a meaningful look. "I'm... well, just a low-level porter."
Hearing the words "low-level porter," Wang Xiong turned his gaze to Shang Yan, deliberately emphasizing his words. Shang Yan naturally glared back at him, but in front of Xia Ling, she couldn't say anything more.
Da Gang quickly pieced together the relationship between Wang Xiong and Lingya Group, and immediately knelt before Xia Ling, saying, "I'm so sorry, President Xia! I really didn't know Xiao Xiong was your man... If I had known, I would never have dared to do it!" His weathered face was filled with remorse. "Recently, the company has been having financial difficulties, and I haven't been able to pay my men's salaries. Susan sent someone to say it was just a small job, and I was momentarily blinded by greed..."
"Get up," Xia Ling said calmly, exuding the composure unique to a female CEO. "If you don't want to bring trouble upon yourself, then you must fully cooperate with the subsequent investigation. How did Susan contact you, how much money did she give you, what did she ask you to do..."
"Thank you for your magnanimity, President Xia!"
Da Gang kowtowed repeatedly, left his contact information, and then slunk away with two of his men.
"Everyone," Mom glanced at the crowd, tidying her disheveled hair, "there are only 20 minutes left before the next stage of the press conference. Everything else will proceed as planned. You can go and get ready; I need to change."
"I'll stay and protect Sister Xia," Wang Xiong suddenly spoke up. "After what just happened, someone needs to ensure her safety."
Shang Yan frowned, her long, shapely legs encased in gray stockings rubbing nervously. "Isn't that inappropriate? You're just a high school student; what can you protect? I think we should use our own security team."
Mom and Wang Xiong's eyes met. She could read a dangerous signal in the boy's eyes, just like the aggressive gaze he had given her countless times before. But now, she had to admit that if he hadn't appeared in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Complex emotions surged within Mom. She subconsciously brought her legs together, her black-stockinged legs gleaming softly under the lights. Reason told her she should refuse, but the terrifying moment just now made her involuntarily want to rely on the boy who always humiliated her. "It's alright, let him stay," Mom finally said softly, as if assigning a perfectly routine task. "Time is of the essence; we can't afford any more accidents."
Shang Yan hesitated, her beautiful legs in grey stockings and stilettos moving with a noticeably uneasy rhythm. The other female executives also left one after another, their legs encased in various colored stockings dazzling Wang Xiong, the high heels clicking crisply on the floor.
The dressing room door finally closed, leaving only Mom and Wang Xiong. The air still lingered with the perfumes of the many beautiful executives, from Terre d'Hermes to Chanel Coco Mademoiselle, mixed with the nylon scent of stockings, making the enclosed space feel even more ambiguous.
Mom stood in front of the vanity mirror, able to see Wang Xiong's aggressive gaze through it, and feel his gaze brazenly roaming over her.
"Sister Xia, let me check you over, see if you're injured." Wang Xiong gradually approached Xia Ling from behind, one hand already slipping inside the side slit of her cheongsam, gently caressing her black-stockinged legs. "Cheongsam, black stockings, and high heels, so beautiful, Sister Xia."
"Mmm…no…don't…"
Xia Ling bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly, but she could only endure Wang Xiong's caresses.
Xia Ling knew very well that even though Wang Xiong had just saved her, it wouldn't change his lewd thoughts about her. But at this moment, she had to admit that her attitude towards this young man seemed to have undergone a subtle change.
Wang Xiong's hand roamed freely inside the cheongsam, moving down Xia Ling's thigh to her buttocks, then sliding between her legs into her crotch.
"Ah…"
Xia Ling gasped softly, feeling a tremor in her body. Wang Xiong's fingers were already pressed against her through the stockings, teasing and rubbing her vulva.
"Sister Xia, you know what? You look so alluring right now," Wang Xiong whispered behind Xia Ling. "When you were tied up earlier, that position almost made me lose control…"
"Enough…enough…" Xia Ling trembled, her voice losing some of its usual forcefulness. "The next segment is about to start, I have to go on stage, at least let me…change my clothes first."
"Okay, Sister Xia, change your clothes first." Wang Xiong slowly withdrew his hand from Xia Ling's cheongsam, his tone urgent. "There are still ten minutes, there's enough time, there's enough time."
Xia Ling gently pushed Wang Xiong away, trembling as she walked to the clothes rack. The expensive champagne-colored evening gown hung there quietly, its elegant cut outlining her perfect curves. Next to the gown were a pair of matching stilettos and a brand-new pair of champagne-colored stockings.
"Turn around." Xia Ling's voice still trembled slightly, but a hint of a female CEO's authority had returned to her tone.
Wang Xiong chuckled, but instead of turning around, he took a step forward. "Sister Xia, are you sure you don't need my help? It's not easy for one person to put on a backless dress like this."
Xia Ling bit her lip, looking at herself in the mirror.
The black cheongsam was now disheveled again by Wang Xiong, and her legs, encased in black stockings, felt a tingling sensation. She knew that if she let this scheming young man help her change, the consequences would be unimaginable. But time was of the essence, and the zipper of the champagne-colored evening gown was indeed in the back…
"Fifteen minutes left," Wang Xiong's voice rang in her ear, tinged with seduction. "Hurry up, Sister Xia, let's get this over with quickly…"