Xia Ling couldn't help but let out a soft moan, quickly taking a sip of her wine to cover it up.
Then, Wang Xiong's feet weren't idle either. Wearing dusty sneakers, the dirty soles soon found Shang Yan's high heels, and he lightly stepped on the toe.
"Wang Xiong, you!"
Shang Yan glanced at him in a low voice. Seeing Wang Xiong pretending not to notice, still chatting with the other female executives about his heroic actions that afternoon, she frowned slightly. Looking under the table, she saw a dirty shoe print on her elegant black high heels, even the instep covered in grey silk stockings was covered in dust!
While Wang Xiong was making his dirty move under the table, the other female executives were all impressed by his refined demeanor, raising their glasses in praise, and no one noticed the "hero's" misdeeds under the table.
The entire main table had become a stage for a power struggle, and Wang Xiong was the mastermind behind it all. He sat between Xia Ling and Shang Yan, outwardly polite, but under the table, he brazenly savored the feel of their silk-stockinged legs. Whenever he deliberately leaned close to Xia Ling's ear to speak, he could feel her body tremble slightly; and when he "accidentally" touched Shang Yan, the suppressed anger he felt only fueled his secret smugness.
"Young Wang," Ling Yun said, holding a wine glass, her silk-stockinged legs barely concealed beneath her dark green cheongsam, "since you're so brave and resourceful, why not join our HR department? We're just looking for a capable assistant." Her eyes held admiration, unaware of the tricks this "hero" was currently playing under the table.
"Director Ling," Murong Ya teased with a smile, "Young Wang is Director Shang's person. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to poach him like this?" She elegantly crossed her silk-stockinged legs, the pearlescent stockings shimmering alluringly under the light.
Ling Yun smiled and said, "So what? Our HR department definitely offers better benefits than the warehouse."
Wang Xiong smiled modestly, his gaze sweeping over the female executives, but always lingering inadvertently on their ample bosoms. "Hehe, I think the warehouse is pretty good, and Director Shang is also very... nice to me." As he spoke, he pretended to adjust his napkin, but his knee lightly brushed against Shang Yan's stockings under the table, while his elbow deliberately brushed against Xia Ling's arm.
Transferred to HR? What a joke! If he really got transferred, how would he get revenge on that slut Shang Yan?
Shang Yan suppressed her anger and elegantly picked up her wine glass. "Don't try to take it from me, I'm planning to properly 'train' Little Wang, don't you think?" Her voice carried a hint of threat, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
Wang Xiong, however, ignored her and continued his performance.
He knew that in this situation, both Xia Ling and Shang Yan had to maintain appearances.
This sense of control emboldened him.
"Come, let's toast to Xiao Wang," Murong Ya raised her glass. "Thank you for your help today."
As the drinks flowed, a flush of intoxication spread across Mom's face, her usually sharp eyes softening and becoming hazy. Her silk-stockinged legs, beneath her champagne-colored silk dress, swayed slightly, occasionally brushing against Wang Xiong's leg. Shang Yan, though still sober, had her anger softened by the alcohol, and could only watch helplessly as Wang Xiong feigned gentlemanly conduct in front of everyone.
"It's getting late," Su Yuan glanced at her watch and gracefully stood up. "President Xia has indeed drunk a bit too much today."
Everyone rose to their feet. Mom tried to stand, but the alcohol made her silver stilettos seem unresponsive. Wang Xiong reacted quickly, offering a gentlemanly hand, and taking the opportunity to gently caress her waist.
"I'm fine," Mom said, trying to maintain her composure, but her voice was tinged with intoxication.
The group escorted Mom towards the elevator. The crisp sound of the female executives' high heels filled the air. Mom walked with extreme caution, while Wang Xiong maintained a respectful distance. Inside the elevator, the scent of perfume intensified, and the glimpses of the female executives' stockinged legs were intermittent, their soft rustling filling the enclosed space with an air of ambiguity.
"Ms. Xia, be careful," Wang Xiong said, finding another opportunity to support her as they exited the elevator. This time, his hand lingered more brazenly on Mom's waist. Shang Yan saw this but could only bite her lip helplessly.
"I'll take President Xia home," Wang Xiong said immediately, his gaze lingering for a moment on Xia Ling's slightly tipsy face. "It's on the way anyway."
"Then I'll trouble you, Xiao Wang," Ling Yun said with a smile, her silk-stockinged legs gracefully swaying beneath her dark green cheongsam. "We'll see President Xia off together."
In the lobby, the female executives still surrounded Xia Ling. Xia Ling, in her high heels, swayed slightly, and Wang Xiong supported her arm, his fingers occasionally brushing against her smooth skin.
At the hotel entrance, the extended black Mercedes-Benz had been waiting for some time. The female driver, dressed in a sharp suit and white gloves, respectfully opened the door, the luxurious feel of the leather seats wafting out.
"Be careful."
Murong Ya and Chen Yuting supported Xia Ling on either side, the slit in her champagne-colored dress swaying slightly with her movements, revealing her long, slender legs encased in stockings. Mother, in her high heels, walked with extra care, yet remained elegant and captivating.
Wang Xiong followed behind, his gaze lingering on her graceful figure. Once she was settled in the back seat, he naturally followed her into the car.
"Be careful on the road," Ling Yun said with a smile. "Xiao Wang, take good care of President Xia."
The other female executives also waved goodbye.
"Don't worry, I'll take good 'care' of President Xia," Wang Xiong nodded politely, watching them leave.
The extended Mercedes slowly drove into the night.
Inside the car, Mother leaned back slightly, slightly tipsy, her usual imposing demeanor completely gone. Her champagne-colored dress had ridden up slightly, revealing more of her stockinged legs. With the slight sway of the car, one of her silver stilettos was loosely hanging from her toes.
"Mmm..." Mom hummed softly, the intoxication giving her delicate makeup an alluring blush, her slightly parted red lips revealing a hint of dazedness. She seemed to want to sit up straight, but then slumped back into her seat weakly.
The female driver in the front seat kept her eyes fixed on the road, professionally driving the luxury car, seemingly oblivious to everything happening in the back.
Wang Xiong looked at the usually aloof woman beside him, now in a drunken stupor, and a meaningful smile played on his lips. He slowly moved closer to Mom, his arm gently encircling her slender waist from behind. Through her champagne-colored silk dress, he could clearly feel the warmth of her body...