The Starlight International Convention Center was bustling with activity, as 360-degree holographic projection created a dreamlike visual effect within the vast exhibition hall. This lavish brand launch event witnessed another milestone for Lingya Fashion Group.
Although an unexpected incident occurred backstage during intermission, the guests present were unaware of anything amiss.
Mama, with her professional and elegant stage presence, perfectly commanded the entire launch event. From the black fitted cheongsam she wore at the beginning to the champagne-colored evening gown she wore at the end, each outfit was stunning. Her dignified and elegant demeanor, along with her fluent and confident presentation, drew continuous praise from the media and industry leaders present.
As the final round of applause subsided, the launch event came to a successful close. The atmosphere remained vibrant, with the Italian imported fabric display area and the craftsmanship demonstration area packed with interested guests.
Mama, as the focus of the entire event, was surrounded by numerous media outlets and partners, keeping her constantly busy.
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Long after the press conference ended, Mom was still surrounded by the media. She endured the discomfort between her legs and maintained an elegant smile while giving interviews.
"Ms. Xia, the innovative craftsmanship of this 'Premium Collection' is truly amazing. Could you elaborate?"
A reporter from a fashion magazine asked, holding a recorder.
"Yes, this time we specially imported top-quality Italian fabrics..."
Mom's voice remained calm and melodious, as if everything that had just happened in the dressing room was an illusion. But only she knew that with each slight turn, the damp, slippery feel from the inside of her stockings was a constant reminder of that absurd affair.
"It is reported that since this press conference, VIP orders have exceeded 80 million yuan. What are your thoughts on this achievement?" another reporter from a financial media outlet pressed.
Mom elegantly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a professional smile: "The specific data is still being compiled, but what's certain is that the market response to our new series has indeed exceeded expectations..."
The sexy and elegant champagne-colored fishtail evening gown accentuated Mom's tall and perfect figure, making her even more alluring. The delicate teardrop-shaped opening at the chest was subtly revealing, and the skirt, while floor-length, had a knee-high slit on the right side, making every step she took elegant and sexy. The 10cm champagne-colored stilettos clicked crisply on the ground, and her legs, encased in 5D ultra-thin stockings, gleamed delicately under the spotlight. This aloof and sophisticated female CEO was perfect in every way.
When the reporters finally dispersed, Mom's perfect mask cracked instantly.
She leaned against the wall, slowly moving towards the backstage dressing room. The stiletto heels made her already unsteady steps even more unsteady. The afterglow of her lovemaking with Wang Xiong still lingered within her; with each step, she could feel the slippery touch on her inner thighs. She bit her red lips, struggling to suppress the unspeakable shame.
Wang Xiong had been hiding in a corner backstage, his eyes greedily fixed on Xia Ling's graceful back.
This boy, about my age, always wore a frivolous smile. He was constantly fiddling with his phone, the screen displaying several secretly taken photos—Xia Ling's slit skirt, illuminated by the lights, revealing glimpses of her thighs encased in stockings as she spoke on stage.
Seeing no one around, Wang Xiong quickly followed, his footsteps deliberately making noise.
"Sister Xia?" His voice held a hint of smugness and barely suppressed desire. "You were so captivating on stage just now. That dress was amazing, and those stockings, those high heels..."
Xia Ling trembled, instinctively trying to pull away, but Wang Xiong lunged forward, embracing her slender waist from behind. Through her champagne-colored evening gown, he could clearly feel the warmth of her soft body and skin. "Are you crazy? This is backstage!" Mom's voice trembled slightly, yet she still maintained the domineering tone of a female CEO. "I have things to do."
"Sister Xia, you're turning your back on me…" Wang Xiong's hands were already moving restlessly upwards. One hand caressed Mom's sexy shoulder blades through the open back of her evening gown from behind, while the other reached forward, gently kneading her breasts. "Weren't you having a lot of fun just now? I see you're still a little weak when you walk."
"Mmm…no…don't…"
Mom gently twisted her body, moaning softly.
Who would have thought that the elegant and sophisticated female CEO, Lingya, was so easily manipulated by this short, lecherous young man, revealing a rare vulnerable side?
"It's alright, Sister Xia, I think you're enjoying it too."
Wang Xiong continued to caress and tease Mom. Hugging her from behind, her tall figure slightly curled up, instinctively bending over.
"Hmm...you..."
Just then, the crisp sound of high heels echoed from the end of the corridor.
Shang Yan walked gracefully in, her 10cm black pointed-toe heels gleaming in the breeze. A meticulously tailored haute couture suit accentuated her curvaceous figure, and sheer grey stockings encased her long, straight legs. Every step exuded the elegance and confidence characteristic of a professional woman.
As the Marketing Director, she was always decisive and efficient. At this moment, she was giving instructions to several subordinates about the celebration banquet arrangements as she walked.
Wang Xiong quickly released her grip and hid in a nearby storage room.
Through the crack in the door, he greedily stared at Shang Yan's beautiful legs encased in grey stockings, a meaningful smile flashing in his eyes.
"Ms. Xia." Shang Yan gracefully stopped, her black high heels clicking softly on the floor. She gave a slight nod, her gaze falling on Xia Ling's slightly disheveled dress. "Are you going to change?"
Two elegant and beautiful women stood in the corridor, exuding contrasting charms.
Xia Ling's champagne-colored evening gown contrasted sharply with Shang Yan's business suit, both their long legs encased in the finest stockings, each radiating a unique and alluring sensuality.
Xia Ling straightened her disheveled dress, forcing a composed nod. "Yes, this dress isn't very comfortable." She was still slightly out of breath, the afterglow of the previous encounter clearly lingering.
"Then you should go quickly. I'll have someone send the new dress over." Shang Yan said, suddenly taking a step forward. Her elegant figure cast a long, slender shadow under the light. She lowered her voice, her red lips slightly parted: "By the way, President Xia, I saw that kid Wang Xiong acting suspiciously earlier. You should be careful. Those young punks are the most clueless. I even suspect that the group that kidnapped you before might have been him…"
"Okay, I understand."