Seeing that Xia Ling showed no intention of hanging up the video call, Wang Xiong's demeanor became languid again, his gaze unabashedly admiring Xia Ling's stunning beauty.
"Sister Xia, don't you think our relationship is getting more and more interesting?" he grinned. "By the way, do you still have that butterfly vibrator?"
"You pervert," Xia Ling frowned, her expression disgusted. "A high school student, always thinking such filthy thoughts!"
"Tsk tsk, filthy?" Wang Xiong chuckled, showing no shame whatsoever. "Don't pretend to be so high and mighty. You seem to enjoy it yourself, secretly using the vibrator again, haven't you?"
"You..."
Xia Ling felt exposed, a blush creeping onto her face, but she was powerless to retort.
A few seconds later, Mom said again, "I've already thrown that thing away."
"Throw it away? Sister Xia is lying again." Wang Xiong revealed a sly smile. "It shows the butterfly is charging on my end. Technology is so advanced these days, even these little toys can be remotely monitored..."
Upon hearing Wang Xiong's words, Mom felt her heart skip a beat and instinctively turned to look at the bedside table.
The little pink butterfly was lying there quietly, the charging indicator light flashing a glaring red light. When she realized her reaction had given her away, she quickly turned back, only to see Wang Xiong on the other end of the video call with a "I knew it" expression.
"Looks like Sister Xia is feeling lonely tonight too," Wang Xiong's voice carried a hint of smugness. "My request is simple: to repay my life-saving grace this afternoon, Sister Xia, wear that little butterfly to the company on Monday."
"Wh...what?" Mom's beautiful eyes widened, and she snapped, "Stop dreaming! I'm telling you, don't go too far."
"Too far?" Wang Xiong chuckled. "Sister Xia, have you forgotten that I still have the evidence of Zhang Ming's arson case? And what about Susan..." He paused meaningfully, "I remember you're going to retaliate against Susan, right? Without Da Gang's cooperation, how will you fight back? Da Gang is my father's old subordinate; you should know that very well..."
Mom bit her lip, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her.
She never imagined that she, the dignified female president of Lingya Group, would be so completely controlled by a high school student. What terrified her even more was that in this process of being threatened and controlled, she actually felt a strange thrill.
"Well, Sister Xia, did you remember?" Wang Xiong said in a low voice, "The day after tomorrow, Monday, when you go to the company, wear your little butterfly."
"You beast! Pervert! Freak!"
Xia Ling almost screamed these words, but her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible coquettishness.
"Sister Xia, you really know how to give me nicknames," Wang Xiong laughed dismissively, "If I'm a beast, a pervert, a freak, then why haven't you hung up the video yet?" He said pointedly, "Admit it, you actually think it's exciting to wear a vibrator to the company, right?"
Xia Ling felt her sanity crumbling.
She was a high-ranking female CEO, a powerful businesswoman, but now she was being manipulated by a high school student the same age as her son. This huge contrast in status brought her not only humiliation, but also an unprecedented thrill.
Mom knew she shouldn't agree, but…
"Okay…" She bit her red lips lightly, her voice almost inaudible, "I understand."
A triumphant glint flashed in Wang Xiong's eyes: "Don't worry, Sister Xia, it's just a little secret between the two of us…"
…
That night, my thoughts were still lingering on the image of Wang Xiong bringing Mom home, his arm around her as they drank water on the living room sofa. I was completely unaware that afterwards, they had a video call, and Wang Xiong had made a new request of Mom.
The night passed. Today was Sunday, a day off for a student like me, but for a high-ranking female CEO like Mom, there was no longer a distinction between work and rest.
In the morning, I was awakened by footsteps on the stairs. Through the half-open door, I saw Mom hurrying downstairs in a light gray business suit, carrying several documents. Even on the weekend, she maintained her elegant professional attire; her beautiful legs were still encased in flesh-colored stockings beneath her trousers, and her delicate feet were in slippers.
In the morning, I was organizing my homework in my room when I could occasionally hear Xia Ling talking on the phone in her study. Her voice was sometimes stern, sometimes gentle; she was clearly handling company matters. I knew that as a CEO, Xia Ling had a lot of work to do even on weekends.
Around noon, I smelled the aroma of food.
Usually, the housekeeper cooks, but today she was on leave. I went to the kitchen and saw Xia Ling preparing lunch. She had taken off her suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, with an apron tied around her neck, the sleeves elegantly rolled up, revealing her slender wrists. Seeing this, I suddenly realized that Xia Ling was not only a high-ranking female CEO, but also a gentle mother.
After lunch, Xia Ling returned to her study to continue working. I went back to my room to finish my homework.
Sunday sunlight streamed into my room through the window. I was doing my homework when I suddenly heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor downstairs. The sound was different from Xia Ling's usual footsteps. I put down my pen and curiously went to the bottom of the stairs.
"Xiaowei, come down and say hello," Xia Ling's voice came from downstairs. I peeked out and saw Aunt Shang Yan standing in the center of the living room.
She was wearing a dark blue haute couture suit today, with black sheer stockings encasing her long, slender legs, and black patent leather high heels. Xia Ling was wearing a light gray suit, still with trousers tucked in, and the flesh-colored stockings peeking out from under her trousers looked particularly alluring.
"Xiao Wei, long time no see," Aunt Shang Yan smiled and waved to me, taking an elegant gift box from her bag. "This is a gift from Auntie for you."
I quickly went downstairs to take the gift and politely thanked her. Aunt Shang Yan's smile was as elegant as ever, but I felt there was something different in her eyes today, as if she was hiding something.
"Go upstairs and do your homework," Xia Ling said softly, her slender fingers gently adjusting her suit collar.