"Watch your steps," Wang Xiong said, tightening his grip on her arm. His other hand held the fallen high heel. He could feel Xia Ling's warm breath on his neck, carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
"Mmm..." Mom responded softly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her parted red lips glistening with moisture. Her hazy, intoxicated appearance was a stark contrast to her usual aloof and powerful CEO persona.
Wang Xiong's heart pounded.
This was his first time at my villa. Seeing this usually high-and-mighty woman now nestled in his arms, dazed and drunk, stirred up more thoughts and fueled his plans.
"I'll... use my fingerprint..." Mom said softly, extending one finger, but she couldn't quite place it on the lock.
…
I sat on the living room sofa, anxiously watching my phone. The screen showed a replay of Mom's afternoon press conference—she stood elegantly on stage in a custom-made champagne-colored evening gown.
At that moment, Mom was radiant. The fishtail skirt perfectly accentuated her graceful figure, the open back revealing glimpses of her skin, and the delicate teardrop-shaped opening at the chest was both dignified and sexy. Her skirt reached the ground, the side slit peeking out with each movement, revealing her long, slender legs encased in champagne-colored sheer stockings.
Mom confidently explained the company's latest strategy, pacing gracefully on the stage. Her champagne-colored high heels clicked crisply on the floor, the heels shimmering with a delicate light. Every gesture exuded the elegance and charm unique to a female CEO.
Watching my radiant mother on the screen, I felt immense pride. However, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and Mom still hadn't returned. I knew there would be a celebration banquet after the press conference, but I was more worried about whether that bastard Wang Xiong had gone there too. After all, he was now, at least, a Lingya employee…
Just as I was lost in thought, I heard voices coming from the courtyard. I listened carefully and, besides Mom's slightly soft voice, I heard a male voice that I loathed.
"Be careful, Sister Xia."
It was Wang Xiong!
My heart clenched. This bastard who bullied me at school—why was his voice here? Did he bring Mom home? Impossible!
So many people from Mom's company—Aunt Shang Yan, Aunt Chen Yuting, Aunt Murong Ya, Aunt Ling Yun, Aunt Su Yuan—they've all been to our house. Besides, Mom has a driver. There's no way it could be Wang Xiong!
Thinking this, I couldn't sit still any longer. I jumped up and rushed to the entrance, flung open the door, and the scene before me made my blood boil—
Mom, slurred drunkenly, leaned against Wang Xiong. The sight was jarring—Mom was tall, and even with Wang Xiong deliberately standing straight, she still looked strange and comical; but now, this usually elegant and sophisticated female CEO was drunkenly nestled in the arms of this sleazy, short high school student.
Her champagne-colored silk dress was slightly disheveled from the intoxication, and the slit in the hem peeked out with each movement, revealing her long, beautiful legs. Her usually meticulously styled hair was now slightly disheveled, a few strands playfully falling beside her cheek. A captivating blush adorned her fair face, and her slightly parted red lips held an alluring moisture. The silk fabric covering her chest rose and fell gently with her breath, subtly outlining her alluring curves.
What angered me even more was that Wang Xiong's hand was around Xia Ling's slender waist, his filthy hand brazenly roaming over her waist!
One of Xia Ling's high heels was missing; her bare, silk-stockinged foot trod on the ground, looking particularly pitiful.
I looked closer and then realized that the missing silver stiletto heel was now in Wang Xiong's hand!
"Xiaowei…" Xia Ling saw me, a flicker of panic crossing her drunken eyes. "Why…aren't you asleep yet…"
I stared intently at Wang Xiong's hand on Xia Ling's waist, my chest heaving. But when I met his cold, defiant gaze, my inner cowardice made me feel rooted to the spot.
His gaze seemed to say, "See? Your mother is in my arms. What can you do?"
This bastard! Bullying me at school wasn't enough; now he has to come to my house to humiliate me!
He's just a high school student, yet he's gradually turned my elegant, sophisticated CEO mother into this!
"Sister Xia drank too much. I brought her back," Wang Xiong said casually, without letting go of Xia Ling's hand. He deliberately brought his face close to her ear, defiantly saying, "See, Sister Xia needs to rest."
"I…" I opened my mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
Seeing this jerk, half a head shorter than me, daring to hug Xia Ling so intimately, I wanted nothing more than to rush up and punch him.
But I couldn't, I really couldn't.
Thinking of the consequences of punching him at school, I could only swallow my anger.
Xia Ling seemed to sense the awkward atmosphere and gently nudged Wang Xiong: "I'm fine...you should go home first..."
"This isn't quite right, Sister Xia," Wang Xiong deliberately emphasized "Sister Xia," looking at me defiantly, "What if you fall like this? Let me help you inside to rest."
Looking at Xia Ling's slightly tipsy state, I didn't know what to do.
She definitely needed help, but why Wang Xiong of all people? Why could this jerk, about my age, hug Xia Ling so intimately? The contrast between Xia Ling's expensive champagne-colored dress and Wang Xiong's sloppy casual clothes was jarring.
"Xiaowei…" Mom called softly, her voice tinged with apology, "You go in first… help Mom… pour a glass of warm water…"
I could only turn and go inside. Behind me, Wang Xiong's voice, deliberately raised, came: "Sister Xia, let me help you put on your shoes. Your high heels are so sexy."
I couldn't help but turn back. I saw Wang Xiong kneeling on one knee, gently lifting Mom's delicate, silk-stockinged feet. Mom was a little unsteady on her feet due to her intoxication, and had to hold onto the doorframe with one hand. Wang Xiong's fingers lingered lightly on her beautiful, silk-stockinged feet before slowly and deliberately putting on her high heels.
He glanced up at me, and the moment our eyes met, for some reason, I flinched, quickly turning away, unable to look at him, and continued walking into the house.
"Alright, let's go in, Sister Xia." Wang Xiong put his arm around Mom's waist again, helping her into the living room. That figure, barely over 1.6 meters tall, was now embracing my tall, elegant mother.
When I entered the living room with my water glass, I saw Wang Xiong already helping Xia Ling to sit on the leather sofa. Xia Ling, drunk, leaned heavily on him, her usual strong, independent aura completely gone. Wang Xiong, meanwhile, was looking around our luxurious villa with interest.