Mother entered the conference room first, her tall, slender figure accentuating her elegance. Today, she wore a beige bespoke suit with a champagne-colored silk shirt underneath, her slightly curled black hair swaying gently with her steps. Beneath the straight lines of her trousers, a glimpse of slender ankles encased in flesh-colored stockings revealed the toes. Ten-centimeter off-white patent leather heels accentuated the graceful lines of her feet beneath the stockings, each step exuding the unique authority of a female CEO.
Shang Yan followed closely behind, her equally tall figure presenting a different charm. She wore a light gray fitted suit, the high-waisted design highlighting her slender waist. Beneath the slit in the skirt, her long, beautiful legs were tightly wrapped in pearly gray stockings, and ten-centimeter black patent leather stilettos pattered on the ground, radiating the capable aura characteristic of a marketing director.
The two tall figures, one after the other, displayed different styles of professional charm with every gesture. Xia Ling was dignified and elegant, while Shang Yan was capable and intellectual; their appearance instantly brightened the entire conference room, drawing everyone's attention.
"Good morning, Ms. Xia! Good morning, Director Shang!" The female managers in the conference room stood up in unison to greet her, standing neatly on both sides of the conference table. The arrival of the two high-ranking executives instantly transformed the atmosphere of the conference room into one of solemnity and reverence.
Shang Yan's sharp gaze swept across the room, and when she saw Wang Xiong seated at the head of the table, her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly—the appointments hadn't even been announced yet, and Wang Xiong was nothing more than a lowly laborer, yet he dared to swagger about in that position!
Wang Xiong also stood up, politely nodding to Xia Ling and Shang Yan, but his right hand remained in his pocket, his fingers subtly stroking the small remote control—his gaze lingered on Xia Ling for a moment, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
That smile seemed to possess a certain magic, causing Xia Ling's elegant steps to falter almost imperceptibly, but she quickly regained her composure, maintaining the dignity befitting a female CEO, and walked step by step to the conference table in her high heels.
However, just as she was about to sit down, Wang Xiong's finger suddenly pressed a button in his pocket.
"Mmm..."
Mother instinctively let out a soft moan. Her slender feet, clad in off-white patent leather high heels, trembled slightly, her previously elegant and composed gait instantly becoming unsteady. Her long, shapely legs, encased in stockings, seemed to lose their strength, forcing her to use her delicate hands to steady herself on the edge of the conference table.
She bit her red lips, trying to suppress the strange sensation emanating from her vagina, attempting to maintain the composure befitting a CEO. However, her slightly furrowed brows and flushed cheeks betrayed her discomfort.
The female managers in the conference room, seeing this, all showed concern, assuming that Mother might have slipped due to her high heels. Some even instinctively wanted to get up and help her, but hesitated to act rashly due to the CEO's imposing presence.
Wang Xiong watched this scene, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. His gaze subtly swept over Mother's slightly flustered expression. He deliberately reached into his pocket, his fingertips once again touching the small remote control. This subtle movement was caught by Xia Ling, causing her body to tremble slightly, and her previously dignified posture became somewhat unnatural.
"President Xia!" Wang Xiong immediately stood up, feigning concern as he stepped forward. "Are you alright? Was the floor too slippery?" He extended his hand, as if to help her, but his gaze lingered on her curvaceous figure. Taking advantage of the opportunity to help her, he whispered in her ear, "Looks like Sister Xia is very obedient, she really wore it."
Upon hearing Wang Xiong's words, Xia Ling's ears instantly turned red, but she still suppressed the strange feeling, elegantly waving her hand, taking a deep breath, trying to calm her breathing. Her delicate face still maintained the cool and composed demeanor befitting a female CEO, only her slightly reddened ears betrayed her unease.
Shang Yan also stepped forward: "President Xia, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Xia Ling smiled faintly, elegantly waving her hand. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her breathing. Slender fingers gently adjusted the lapel of her suit jacket, her ankles, encased in flesh-colored stockings, tightened slightly to regain her balance.
She walked slowly to the head of the table, her beige high heels clicking crisply on the floor. Each step was deliberately deliberate and composed, until she gracefully settled into the leather chair.
The three women took their seats, Xia Ling in the center, with Wang Xiong and Shang Yan on either side. The other attendees also took their seats along the long table. No one noticed that Wang Xiong's right hand remained casually in his pocket, his fingers lightly stroking the small remote control.
Shang Yan neatly arranged the documents on the table, stood up, and began her opening remarks: "First of all, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to President Xia for taking time out of her busy schedule to attend our weekly meeting. President Xia's guidance demonstrates the company's high regard for the work of the Marketing Center."
"Clap clap clap clap clap clap—"
Enthusiastic applause filled the meeting room.
After the applause subsided, Shang Yan's gaze swept over each attendee, and she continued, "Today's meeting is divided into four parts: first, work reports from each department; second, personnel appointments; third, work deployment for the next stage; and finally, President Xia's concluding remarks. I hope everyone will speak freely and offer suggestions for the department's development."
While Shang Yan was speaking, Wang Xiong quietly took out his phone and quickly typed under the table.
Soon, the screen of Xia Ling's phone on the table lit up, a message flashing silently: "Sister Xia, this 'Little Butterfly' effect is pretty good, isn't it? Want to experience the feeling of having an orgasm in front of so many people?"
Xia Ling glanced at the message, a barely perceptible hint of panic flashing across her elegant face, but she forced herself to focus on the meeting, maintaining the composure befitting a president.