"Aunt Xia, where are you?" Wang Xiong held the original gray silk that he had just taken off Xia Ling in his hand, with a sickening light in his eyes. "I will take it to school tomorrow and let everyone see it. The noble female CEO Lingya took off her stockings to me. Who dares to say that I, Wang Xiong, was bragging a few days ago?"
These words were like a sharp knife, piercing into Xia Ling's heart.
Her beautiful tearful eyes finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the crystal tears fell silently. She still bit her red lips stubbornly, as if this could prevent her from completely collapsing.
But Wang Xiong was still letting out a lewd laugh, stroking the hard-won "trophy" like a pervert, as if he was reminiscing about the conquest process just now.
"So..." Mom endured the humiliation in her heart and asked, "Can you give me the evidence?"
"Ah? Aunt Xia, what are you thinking about?" Wang Xiong's reaction at this moment was as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "I finally got so much evidence, I must use it to its maximum value."
"You..."
Anger appeared in Xia Ling's eyes again, but when she thought of the evidence in Wang Xiong's hands, the anger dissipated instantly.
"What am I? Aunt Xia, this is just the beginning. You will have plenty of time to adapt in the future." Wang Xiong leaned lazily on the chair, holding the original gray silk that Xia Ling had just taken off and playing with it in his hand. He said with an indifferent expression, "I am very satisfied with your performance today. Go back and wait for the notification. My President Xia..."
At this point, Xia Ling was so humiliated that she couldn't say anything. Wang Xiong's simple "go back" was as relaxing as an imperial edict. Perhaps escaping as soon as possible could bring some psychological comfort to Xia Ling.
So she quickly stood up, and the pair of slender legs without the gray silk appeared in front of her eyes again. The fair skin did not have a trace of scars, and glowed with a lustrous luster under the lights of this French restaurant. But in Xia Ling's view, these bare legs became a witness to her own humiliation.
She was about to turn around and take steps without saying a word, but at this moment, Wang Xiong called Xia Ling again.
"Hey, hey, Aunt Xia, wait!"
Mother froze for a moment, turned back with a slight hesitation, and looked at Wang Xiong's face expressionlessly.
Wang Xiong took out his mobile phone and waved it at Xia Ling: "Add WeChat to facilitate our "cooperation" later, haha..."
Mom took a deep breath and said in a cold tone: "Isn't that necessary?"
"What? You can't tell the difference between the big and small kings again?" Wang Xiong frowned, grabbing the gray silk that Xia Ling had just taken off, and showing it to her provocatively, "I killed you so much that you lost all your armor, so what qualifications do you have to refuse me, Aunt Xia? Or do you want Zhang Ming's case to be exposed to the world? Should I hand it over to Susan from the Hera Group, or should I hand it over to the police?"
"No..." When she heard the names of Susan and the police, Xia Ling was immediately discouraged and had to take out her mobile phone, "Okay, I'll add..."
"Hehe, that's right."
Wang Xiong smiled proudly and opened the phone interface: "Scan me."
Mom was silent for a moment, and finally scanned Wang Xiong's QR code. Her movements were mechanical and stiff, as if she was completing an extremely humiliating task.
"By the way, don't fool me with the trumpet, show it to me!"
With the addition of his friend, Wang Xiong didn't say anything. When Xia Ling wasn't paying attention, he grabbed her phone and touched Xia Ling's white fingertips with his dirty hands.
"Hey, you..."
In modern society, mobile phones are almost a second life for people. What's more, with an identity like a mother, WeChat is naturally full of business partners, company subordinates, and government relations. How can it be taken away by others casually?
However, Wang Xiong, a bastard, didn't care so much, so he just did it, and Xia Ling couldn't refute.
"Hmm... I'm sure it's a large size, no problem."
Wang Xiong's dirty fingertips swiped back and forth on the screen of Xia Ling's mobile phone, which was covered with a delicate sapphire glass protective film. He looked at Xia Ling's personal information and saw her friends list, and then looked at her circle of friends from her friend list. After some operations, he suddenly clicked on his own business card.
"By the way, change the note so that it looks affectionate..." Wang Xiong didn't care about Xia Ling's reaction. He just repeated three times, five and two, and then handed the phone back to Xia Ling, "It's changed."
When Xia Ling got the phone back, the first thing she saw was the dirty fingerprint marks on the screen and frame of the phone. An inexplicable feeling of nausea arose in Xia Ling's heart, and the next second she discovered Wang Xiong's note - Dear Brother Xiong.
Mom endured nausea and put away her phone, thinking that she could finally escape. However, Wang Xiong grabbed her wrist, and the dirt on his dirty hands naturally stained the cuffs of her silk and satin shirt.
"What else do you want to do?"
Mom deliberately raised her tone, but now she is no longer as cold as before.
"Why not? We finally had a French meal tonight. Although we didn't move much, we still took pictures and posted them on WeChat Moments, haha..."
Wang Xiong first pulled Xia Ling and forced her to sit back down. Then he sat across from her, straightened the dirty school uniform collar like a monkey, and made a "please" gesture to the French meal on the table.
"Take a photo, post it on WeChat Moments, and write in the text that you had a great dinner tonight."
"What the hell..." Mom wanted to refuse directly, but after a pause, she still gave her reason and said, "My WeChat is all for work."
Wang Xiong said impatiently: "I don't care what you use it for? Hurry up!"
Under Wang Xiong's pressure, Xia Ling had to comply with his request, picked up her phone, and took photos of a table of exquisite dishes.
Just after the photo was taken, Wang Xiong snatched it away again: "Bring it to me for inspection!"
Wang Xiong admired the photos taken by Xia Ling, swiped them back and forth, and finally selected the one he was satisfied with. Not only did that photo show a table of dishes, but more importantly, the photo also vaguely showed the hem of his dirty school uniform across from him.
Wang Xiong handed the phone to Xia Ling and said in a commanding tone: "This is a good one. Send it now. You can leave after sending it."
And Xia Ling had no choice but to do as she was told, using the photos Wang Xiong selected and entering the copy designated by Wang Xiong.
So, on this ordinary weekend night, the aloof female CEO Ling Ya suddenly posted a post on WeChat Moments that was completely different from her usual style...