Afternoon.
The afternoon sun streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating my textbook.
Wang Xiong hadn't come to class since this morning. I unconsciously glanced back at the back of the classroom, my gaze drifting to his empty seat. Recalling yesterday's punch and Xia Ling's breakdown, my unease grew.
The bell rang for recess. Some students were sleeping on their desks, others got up to go outside for some fresh air. I took my water bottle to the back of the classroom to get some water. Just as I reached the water dispenser, I heard a familiar voice.
"Why isn't Xiong here today? He hasn't been here since this morning," someone asked.
"Is that even a question?" Fatty grinned, pulling out his phone. "Didn't you see the group chat? Xiong's got two girls on his arms right now, he doesn't have time for class."
My heart sank. My hand paused, and I strained to listen.
"Look, these are the photos Xiong Ge posted in the group yesterday," Cobra chimed in, his voice lewd. "Xiao Wei's mom's legs in stockings—black, white, flesh-colored, gray—Xiong Ge's probably trying to collect all seven colors to summon the Goddess of Stockings… Hahahaha!"
"Tsk tsk tsk… That's right, Xiao Wei's mom's legs… that figure…" Fatty lowered his voice, "To be honest, I've been using Xiao Wei's mom's photos to masturbate these past few days. It's awful; I can't sleep without jerking off two or three times a day…"
"Who says otherwise?" Cobra pushed up his thick glasses. "It's a pity we can only look at Xiao Wei's mom's photos and masturbate. Only Xiong Ge has the good fortune to play with her himself… Hahaha."
Hearing their conversation, my fingers gripped my cup tightly, the humiliation in my heart deepening. Their unbridled talk about Xia Ling, those vulgar words, were like knives twisting my heart.
"But Director Shang is even hotter," Cobra continued. "Look at the photos Xiong posted in the group chat, they were all stolen from Director Shang's WeChat Moments. That suit and black stockings, absolutely stunning! And she's a divorced woman, a corporate executive, her buffs are maxed out!"
"Xiong now has the CEO of Lingya on his left and a female director on his right," the fat man chuckled, his voice nauseating. "Unlike us poor folks, we can only use their photos to masturbate."
"It's okay, Xiong has joined Lingya now, his harem will only grow. Lingya has so many beauties, Xiong can't handle them all by himself. Maybe one day he'll spare a couple for us, hahaha!"
Hearing their unrestrained laughter, I wanted to rush over and tear their mouths apart, but the consequences of yesterday's punch were still vivid in my mind.
I could only stand there silently, like a coward, listening to their vulgarities towards Xia Ling and Aunt Shang.
…
Meanwhile, at Lingya Group.
Wang Xiong put on his wrinkled casual clothes again, stood in front of the glass doors of the Lingya Building, and even pretended to straighten his clothes and hair in front of the glass before going inside.
He was about to head towards the elevator when the receptionist stopped him.
The receptionist was wearing a fitted black business suit today, with a pair of beautiful legs in black stockings beneath her pencil skirt—a truly eye-catching sight. However, her expression was not friendly.
"Wang Xiong, right?" she said coldly, clearly remembering the unpleasantness of him staring at her in her black stockings a few days ago. "Warehouse staff can't enter through the lobby. You go out first, go around to the side of the building, and enter through the small door."
"Why? Does working in the warehouse make me inferior?"
Wang Xiong blurted out, but then immediately thought it was unnecessary. He glanced at the receptionist's beautiful legs in black stockings, feeling annoyed, but thinking that he would be transferred to Shang Yan's side as an assistant in a few days, he didn't dwell on it.
"Okay, okay, I'll use the side door."
Wang Xiong walked out of the building, went around to the side, entered through the side door, and took the elevator down to the warehouse.
The warehouse elevator doors slowly opened. A few steps from the elevator, a distinctive perfume scent wafted towards him, carrying a dangerous sensuality, like a seductive wildcat in the night. Needless to say, it belonged to Shang Yan.
Before coming, An Rou had messaged Wang Xiong, saying that because of a warehouse system upgrade, Shang Yan, as the marketing center director, had been personally supervising the inventory checks these past few days.
Wang Xiong looked up and saw Shang Yan leaning against a makeshift desk, her long legs elegantly crossed, a pair of sexy black patent leather high heels gleaming coldly under the fluorescent lights.
Today she wore a deep blue haute couture suit, the exquisitely tailored jacket outlining her slender waist, underneath which was a pure white silk blouse, the collar slightly open, revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin. Her pencil skirt stopped just above her knees, revealing a pair of long, slender legs encased in 15D black stockings. Her chestnut-brown, shoulder-length straight hair was meticulously styled, and her exquisite makeup accentuated the unique charm of a 35-year-old mature woman.
"Isn't this the shorty who likes to peek at my stockings?" Shang Yan tapped her palm lightly with her folder, a mocking smile playing on her red lips. "Here again today?"
Wang Xiong unconsciously recalled the scene from two days ago when he came to Shang Yan for his shift. Back then, he had been staring at Shang Yan's stockings, and Shang Yan had naturally noticed his lewd gaze, coldly replying, "At Lingya Group, you have to follow the rules."
Now, he lowered his head, not daring to look Shang Yan in the eye. Wang Xiong's dark, thin frame appeared particularly pathetic next to Shang Yan's noble and elegant demeanor.
"Lift your head." Shang Yan's high heels tapped lightly on the ground. "I'm telling you to look at me when I speak." She deliberately swayed her crossed legs, the black stockings shimmering alluringly under the light. "Weren't you looking at me with great interest the day before yesterday?"
As she spoke, Shang Yan took a step forward, the clatter of her high heels growing closer. She strolled up to Wang Xiong, looking down at him condescendingly. "I specially changed into 15D black stockings today; they're even more alluring than the day before yesterday." She slightly raised one leg, letting the stockings reflect a soft halo under the light, allowing Wang Xiong to see more details. "Want to take a closer look?"