Xia Ling's voice grew even colder: "Hmph, don't think you'll get any benefits by going to Shang Yan's side."
Wang Xiong laughed unrestrainedly: "Hehe..." "I'm really looking forward to it! Women like you, so high and mighty, are the perfect conquest for men."
"Fine, then you try it and see if Shang Yan is like me," Mom said, her expression undisguisedly showing disgust as she looked at Wang Xiong on the other end of the video call. "Without any leverage, a small-time hoodlum like you has no right to talk to me."
"But I do have leverage, hehe," Wang Xiong said, seemingly enjoying it, completely unconcerned about Mom's attitude. "Sister Xia, your desire to resist yet your inability to do so is just too captivating."
"Alright, I'll hang up now if there's nothing else. As for the assistant, we'll wait a bit," Mom said in a businesslike tone.
"Hey, hey, Sister Xia, don't think you can get away with this by putting on an act," Wang Xiong quickly stopped her, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "Tonight…you're not secretly playing with that vibrator again, are you? Should I remotely control it now?"
"The new product launch is tomorrow, I'm busy."
Xia Ling's voice carried a hint of impatience, but I noticed her ears were already slightly red.
"Really? Let me check," Wang Xiong chuckled. "Lift up your skirt, spread your legs and show me."
"Wang Xiong, you…!" Xia Ling glared at him fiercely.
"What do you mean, 'I'?" Wang Xiong wasn't afraid at all, his tone now threatening. "Can't tell the difference between the big and small kings again, huh? Think about your company, think about Xiao Wei…"
Upon hearing Wang Xiong's words, Xia Ling seemed to have been hit where it hurt.
She sighed, turned her phone camera around, and slowly focused it on the shapely legs in stockings under the table.
In the video, Mom elegantly crossed her legs, her slender fingers grasping the hem of her nightgown, slowly pulling it up until her upper thighs were increasingly exposed, revealing her alluring private parts. From the video, Wang Xiong could clearly see her crotch encased in flesh-colored stockings, and below that, a delicate lace panty.
"Satisfied?" Mom asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.
"Spread your legs," Wang Xiong commanded, "I need to make sure you haven't been secretly using a vibrator."
Mom bit her lip, but complied anyway.
She lowered her crossed legs, slowly opening them to reveal her full vulva beneath the stockings and panties, without any trace of the butterfly tattoo.
However, Wang Xiong persisted, saying, "Sister Xia, take off your stockings and panties, I can't see clearly."
A flicker of humiliation crossed Xia Ling's eyes, and her breathing quickened. But to get rid of this bastard as quickly as possible, she reached out her other hand, lifted her nightgown, inserted her fingertips into her lower abdomen, and, slightly raising her buttocks, slowly pulled down her stockings and panties…
In the video, Wang Xiong clearly saw Xia Ling's pubic hair, faintly glistening with dew, and her pink labia.
"Looks like there really isn't anything there," Wang Xiong seemed somewhat disappointed. "Alright, Sister Xia, I won't disturb your work anymore, after all, tomorrow's press conference…"
After the video call ended, Xia Ling let out a long sigh, her gaze inadvertently glancing at the table—in the shadows where the phone camera couldn't reach, a pink butterfly covered in love juice lay quietly.
Xia Ling picked up the wet vibrator, a blush rising to her face, but her eyes gleamed with an indescribable light. Her fingers gently traced the butterfly, as if savoring something, before carefully folding it into the drawer. Then, she straightened her stockings and underwear, adjusted her nightgown, and resumed her CEO-like demeanor.
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The night passed, and today was the weekend, also the most important new product launch for Mom's company. She left early, leaving me alone at home doing my homework.
Afternoon, Starlight International Convention Center.
The entire venue was dazzling, with huge crystal chandeliers bathing the exhibition hall in golden light.
At the entrance, champagne towers cascaded down, flanked by blooming white calla lilies. The specially designed runway featured a mirrored design, shimmering with a dreamlike halo under the lights. 360-degree holographic projection technology gave the entire exhibition hall a high-tech feel, and the Italian imported fabric display area had already attracted the attention of many fashion media outlets.
At 2:00 PM sharp, media reporters and business elites began to enter, and the VIP area quickly filled to capacity. A promotional video for the Lingya brand played on a large screen, accompanied by elegant background music.
At 2:30 PM, the lights dimmed, and the large screen began playing the history of the Lingya brand, from its humble beginnings as a small workshop to its current status as a luxury brand. Its glorious journey of over a decade unfolded slowly against the backdrop of elegant music.
After the video finished, a deep voice resonated throughout the venue: "Let us welcome Ms. Xia Ling, the founder and CEO of the Lingya Group!"
As the stage lights suddenly focused on the side entrance, enthusiastic applause erupted throughout the hall.
Mother gracefully took her first step, her crystal high heels clicking crisply on the mirrored runway. Today, she had chosen a custom-made black silk cheongsam, its neckline densely studded with tiny rhinestones, refracting brilliantly under the spotlight.
The cheongsam's cut was impeccable, its high slit extending from the upper thigh to the knee, revealing glimpses of her long, beautiful legs with each elegant step. Her legs were encased in black stockings from the "Luminous Collection," which shimmered delicately under the lights, accentuating the perfect shape of her legs.
Ten-centimeter crystal high heels moved with an elegant rhythm on the mirrored runway, the crystal embellishments on the heels sparkling with captivating light.
Every step Xia Ling took seemed meticulously designed; the cheongsam's slit sometimes revealed itself, sometimes completely concealed, creating an alluring, elusive charm that held the viewer's gaze captivating. Her waist was slenderly defined by the cheongsam, and the delicate buttons at her chest highlighted her elegant neckline.
On the large screen, a close-up of Xia Ling brought the entire audience to their breath: her exquisite makeup accentuated the unique charm of a mature woman, a graceful smile played on her lips, and her eyes shone with confidence. Flashbulbs popped incessantly as reporters from the media frantically pressed their shutters, eager not to miss a single exciting moment.
"Absolutely perfect! No wonder she's CEO Lingya..." exclaimed a fashion magazine editor in the front row.
"Those stockings are absolutely stunning, both sexy and sophisticated," several female guests whispered among themselves.
Even the usually serious business tycoons couldn't help but show their admiration, pulling out their phones to capture the moment.
With each turn, Xia Ling's graceful figure was reflected on the mirrored runway, the sound of her high heels on the floor like an elegant symphony.
"Distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon," Xia Ling's voice was clear and melodious. "Today, I am honored to be here to showcase Lingya's latest breakthrough. For over a decade, Lingya has consistently pursued the ultimate in quality, using craftsmanship to create the perfect experience for every woman..."
The subsequent product presentation was a spectacular success.
During the luxury collection showcase, Mom personally explained the features of the "Premium Collection," and a demonstration of the craftsmanship of imported Italian fabrics was arranged, allowing guests to experience the products' exceptional quality firsthand.
In the refined collection showcase, several renowned models elegantly walked the runway, demonstrating how to wear them for different occasions. Mom also invited several female guests to come on stage to try them on, and the friendly interaction earned rounds of applause.
Throughout the entire process, she maintained an elegant and composed demeanor, sometimes smiling and nodding, sometimes explaining attentively, displaying the unique aura of a female CEO.
At 4:00 PM, intermission began. Mom gracefully greeted the audience and then turned to walk backstage. Wearing crystal high heels, she walked along the red-carpeted corridor towards the dressing room. The slit in her cheongsam swayed gently with each step, and her black stockings shimmered delicately under the lights.
Just then, three men dressed in black silently appeared from another corner.
They exchanged a glance and quickened their pace to catch up with Mom. One of them seemed to be holding something that gleamed coldly in the dim corridor light.
Mom pushed open the dressing room door, preparing to change into the champagne-colored evening gown she would wear for the second half of the event. Suddenly, the door was flung open, and three men in black rushed in.
Mom whirled around, her delicate face instantly turning pale upon seeing their faces: "Who…!"
One of them swiftly slammed the door shut, while the other two, wielding rope and duct tape, pounced on Mom.