Mom sat on the chair with her back straight, as if she could maintain the last bit of dignity that belonged to her.
However, Wang Xiong's fingertips lifted her chin frivolously, forcing her to raise her head and look up at the gangster in front of her with a humiliating attitude. The light of the crystal chandelier shone on her face, and her pretty face with exquisite makeup looked even more pitiful in the interplay of light and shadow.
"How much does it cost to buy these evidences? Please give me a price."
Mom finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly, with a hint of suppressed calmness. There was an unquestionable majesty in her tone, but at this moment, this majesty seemed so pale in front of Wang Xiong.
"Haha, money?"
Wang Xiong sneered and slowly took back the dirty hand that was attached to her chin, as if he had just played with an insignificant object. He turned around the dining table, his movements lazily and casually, as if he didn't care at all about the noble woman in front of him.
He sat back on the chair across from him, his legs spread wide open. The dirty school uniform formed a strong contrast with the luxurious decoration of the restaurant. There was still that playful smile on his lips, and there was an unbridled contempt in his eyes.
"Compared to you, the president of Lingya Group, I, Wang Xiong, am just a poor person, but I don't love money. I have no interest in money."
Mother didn't speak anymore, but stared at Wang Xiong with her cold phoenix eyes, as if she wanted to tear him to pieces with her eyes.
The pair of slender legs wrapped in gray silk were folded together. Her white jade hands were pressed on her thighs, but her fingertips were drawing circles back and forth on the stockings due to nervousness.
"Besides," Wang Xiong licked his lips, and leaned back on the chair even more proudly, clasping his hands behind his head, looking down at her like a winner, "I'll take you, the Lingya female CEO, and turn you, the noble and beautiful young woman, into my woman. Isn't your money just my money? You can get whatever you want, hehe."
"You..." Mom took a deep breath and suppressed the humiliation in her heart, "Don't beat around the bush with me, just tell the truth. What do you want? As long as I can satisfy you, then..."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Xiong shook his head and interrupted.
His pair of cloudy eyes filled with desire stared straight at Xia Ling, as if looking at a prey about to fall into the abyss: "Aunt Xia, don't you understand? What I want is very simple, that is you... tall, cool temperament, noble status... Xiaowei's mother, the female president of Lingya."
"I..."
There was a hint of doubt in Xia Ling's beautiful eyes at first, but when she saw Wang Xiong's unabashed lewd expression, her face suddenly turned red and her lips trembled.
"Wang Xiong, don't talk nonsense. You and Xiaowei are classmates. At my age, I can be your mother. You actually..."
"No way, Aunt Xia? It's now like this, do you still think I'm joking with you?"
Wang Xiong pinched his nose without any temperament, picked up a piece of dirt with his fingertips, and flicked it onto the dark red stall at will, looking like a gangster.
"Aunt Xia, do you think I'm just surfing the Internet in the Internet cafe today?" Wang Xiong raised a sinister smile on his lips, "After getting the evidence from my dad, I have studied your Lingya Group carefully."
He paused deliberately, admiring the subtle expression changes on Xia Ling's face, and then continued: "Your mortal enemy, the Hera Group, has been eyeing you very hard recently. If you launch new products, they will follow up; if you launch silk stockings, they will copy them."
Wang Xiong's voice suddenly lowered, with a hint of threat: "If that woman Susan knew that you were in my hands, what do you think she would offer? The female president of the dignified Hera Group should have wanted to unseat you a long time ago, right?"
Mother's jade hand on the gray silk thigh unconsciously tightened the hem of the skirt. Obviously, Wang Xiong's words hit the mark.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" Mom's red lips parted slightly, with a hint of trembling in her voice.
"What to do? There are so many things I want to do, and I can't finish them in three days and three nights." Wang Xiong smiled obscenely and glanced back and forth at Xia Ling, "How about this, you first fulfill my request and prove your sincerity, and we will talk in detail later."
His gaze stayed on Xia Ling's beautiful gray silk legs: "Aunt Xia, from the moment I walked in until now, I have been coveting the gray silk silk on your legs for a long time. How about you take off the gray silk silk on your legs and give it to me first to show your sincerity? Don't worry, I won't let you take it off here. You can go to the bathroom, haha..."
Mom trembled all over, her long legs wrapped in gray silk trembled slightly in her high heels. She lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, hiding the fragile light in her eyes.
"Go, Aunt Xia," Wang Xiong urged, "remember, it must be complete, with body temperature, and there must be no hooks, otherwise it will be useless."
Mom stared deeply at the short, ugly boy in front of her. When she slapped Wang Xiong in the Internet cafe in the morning, she probably would not have thought that in just half a day, their status would have such a drastic reversal.
Wang Xiong raised his eyebrows and urged, "Why don't you go quickly?"
Finally, Xia Ling finally stood up slowly, stepped on 10cm stiletto heels, and walked tremblingly to the bathroom. Her beautiful gray silk legs under the hip-covering skirt were trembling slightly, and every step seemed to be stepping on the tip of a knife.
...
In the private room of the bathroom, Xia Ling locked the door, leaned against the door and wiped her tears silently.
Her carefully painted makeup was already a little faded, but she still held back her sobs and carefully took off her high heels.
First, she pulled the hem of her shirt out of her hip-covering skirt, and then took off her hip-covering skirt, revealing her plump buttocks wrapped in gray silk and her alluring thighs. Mom's delicate white hands trembled slightly, her fingers gently hooked the edge of the stockings, and slowly rolled down the gray silk, making every move carefully and as if walking on thin ice.