In the darkness, Mom's extended Mercedes drove quietly; the world inside and outside the car was completely different.
In the back seat, watching Xia Ling's slightly tipsy appearance, Wang Xiong felt his heart race. This usually aloof and powerful female CEO in front of others had completely lost her sharp, arrogant aura, replaced by a captivating softness.
"Sister Xia, are you alright?"
Wang Xiong asked softly, his arm encircling her slender waist.
Xia Ling's champagne-colored long dress wrinkled slightly on the leather seat, the slit sliding open with her movement, revealing more of her beautiful legs encased in stockings.
"Mmm..." Mom hummed softly, her words tinged with a languid quality from the intoxication, "Don't...don't touch me..."
She tried to move away, but Wang Xiong gently stopped her.
"Where are you going, Sister Xia?" Wang Xiong teased her deliberately, his hand gently caressing her waist. "Be careful not to fall."
Mom frowned, the intoxication giving her delicate makeup an alluring blush. She raised her hand to push Wang Xiong away, but he grabbed her wrist.
"Let go..." Her voice was soft, devoid of its usual authority.
Wang Xiong didn't seem to care, instead moving closer.
He could smell the faint scent of perfume in her hair, and see the slight redness on her earlobes. The female driver in the front seat was focused on driving, her eyes fixed straight ahead.
"Sister Xia," Wang Xiong lowered his voice, his lips almost touching her ear, "when are you going to transfer me to Shang Yan's side as an assistant?"
Mom tilted her head slightly, trying to avoid his breath, but her long hair brushed against Wang Xiong's cheek.
"We'll...we'll see..." Her voice trembled with intoxication.
"What else?" Wang Xiong's fingers traced circles on her waist. "You saw the look in Shang Yan's eyes at the dinner table. Next time I go to the warehouse, she definitely won't let me off the hook. She'll probably make me kneel down and shine her shoes again. You have no idea how perverted that slut is…"
Mom chuckled, a hint of mockery in her voice. "Now you're scared? Didn't you just touch…" Her voice trailed off, as if realizing what she'd said. Her pretty face flushed even more, and she continued, "If we're talking about perverts, who's more perverted than you, you little lecher?"
"Is Sister Xia worried about me?" Wang Xiong seized the opportunity to pull her closer, his other hand resting on her shapely legs in stockings, his palm caressing the smooth, delicate fabric. "Or have you already forgotten what happened between us?"
Mom's body stiffened slightly.
"The evidence of Zhang Ming's arson, Xiao Wei's situation, and the bathroom video," Wang Xiong continued whispering in her ear, "the forum members are all waiting for 'Madam Desire's' new story…"
Hearing this name, Mom involuntarily squeezed her legs together, her silver stilettos lightly rubbing against the luxurious insoles. She bit her red lips, her voice pleading, "You… don't say anymore…"
"So it's settled then?" Wang Xiong's fingers traced the curves of her waist. "I'll be transferred to Shang Yan's place on Monday?"
Mom closed her eyes. Her usual strong, assertive demeanor had softened with the alcohol, replaced by a captivating vulnerability. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, making her delicate features appear exceptionally soft.
She could feel Wang Xiong's hands roaming over her body, but she was powerless to stop him. The alcohol and those unspeakable memories made her mind a blur. Beneath her champagne-colored silk dress, her body felt slightly hot.
"You… bastard…"
She whispered, her voice soft and utterly lacking in power.
"So, Sister Xia has agreed?"
Wang Xiong's fingers gently pinched her waist, his other hand continuing to caress Xia Ling's silk-stockinged legs.
Xia Ling let out a soft moan, a hint of anger in her hazy, drunken eyes. She tried to push Wang Xiong away, but he pulled her closer.
"Don't… don't do this…" Her voice trembled.
Wang Xiong looked down at Xia Ling, admiring her appearance. Her nose was flushed with a captivating red, her slightly parted lips gleamed alluringly, and her long neck arched back slightly with her breath, her chest rising and falling with her breath making her look exceptionally alluring.
"Sister Xia looks so irresistible right now," Wang Xiong whispered in her ear.
"You… shut up…" Xia Ling's voice was languid with drunkenness, yet it was undeniably alluring. Her head rested limply on Wang Xiong's shoulder, her silk-stockinged legs swaying gently with the car's movement beneath her champagne-colored dress. A silver stiletto heel hung loosely from her toe, threatening to slip off at any moment.
The female driver in the front seat focused intently on driving, but the atmosphere inside grew increasingly intimate.
Finally, the extended Mercedes pulled into the most upscale Champs-Élysées villa district in the city center. The streetlights cast dappled shadows on the car windows, illuminating Xia Ling's tipsy face.
The car slowly came to a stop in front of a detached villa.
The female driver got out and opened the door. The night breeze ruffled Xia Ling's long hair, carrying a faint scent of perfume. The car's heater dissipated, and the cool air made Xia Ling shiver slightly. She instinctively leaned closer to Wang Xiong.
"Let me help Sister Xia inside," Wang Xiong said to the female driver, his arm still around her slender waist, savoring the soft flesh beneath her dress.
Still slightly tipsy, Mom only managed a soft "Mmm." She tried to get out of the car, but stumbled due to her intoxication. Wang Xiong quickly caught her, pulling her closer.
"Be careful," Wang Xiong whispered, his gaze lingering on her long, shapely legs in stockings.
In the moonlight, Mom's legs, clad in stockings, appeared even more alluring, one high heel having slipped off her slender foot and fallen to the ground.
"I...I'm fine..." Mom murmured, her voice incredibly soft. Her usual elegant and composed demeanor, always clad in high heels, was completely gone, replaced by a somewhat clumsy and endearing awkwardness.
"Ms. Xia, I'll head back now," the female driver said respectfully, before driving away in the extended black Mercedes.
Wang Xiong bent down to pick up Xia Ling's high heels, taking the opportunity to admire her bare, silk-stockinged feet. He then stood up and helped Xia Ling walk towards the villa, one foot still in the heel, the other bare, her gait particularly alluring.
"Are you cold?" Wang Xiong asked deliberately, his hand gently caressing Xia Ling's waist.
"Mmm...a little..." Xia Ling's voice was languid with a hint of intoxication, her rosy face slightly tilted back. She leaned softly against him, her steps increasingly unsteady due to the alcohol, relying on Wang Xiong's support for each step.
Her champagne-colored dress danced in the moonlight, subtly outlining her graceful figure.