Xia Ling stood before me, her black silk nightgown accentuating her perfect figure. The sheer black stockings on her long, slender legs gleamed softly in the study's gentle light. Her eyes held a tenderness, yet also a determination I couldn't decipher.
Seeing my silence, Xia Ling gently raised her hand, running her delicate fingers through my hair and softly ruffling my hair. "Go to sleep," she said softly, "you have school tomorrow."
I asked again, "And Mom... what about you?"
Xia Ling smiled slightly, glanced back at her desk, and said, "I'll take care of some more work."
I nodded, turning to leave the study, but couldn't help glancing back at her one last time.
Xia Ling was already back at her desk, the lamplight casting a warm glow on her busy figure. Her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, were elegantly crossed, her beige slippers dangling from the tips of her small, adorable stockings, exuding a captivating charm.
Back in my room, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The scene I'd just witnessed kept replaying in my mind—Wang Xiong video chatting with Xia Ling, demanding she wear stockings and a short skirt to see him the next day.
Thinking of her humiliation in the parking lot that day, of her being forced to answer Wang Xiong's video call tonight, a wave of anger and self-reproach washed over me. It was all because of my cowardice. If only I had been braver…
After tossing and turning for a long time, I finally drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I saw Xia Ling's long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, and the rare tenderness in her eyes as she looked at me tonight.
…
The next morning, when I woke up and went downstairs, the aroma of coffee wafted from the dining room.
Xia Ling sat at the table, working on her tablet while sipping her coffee.
She was wearing a sharply tailored black suit with a pure white silk blouse underneath, the collar revealing a glimpse of her graceful swan neck. Her well-fitting trousers perfectly accentuated her long, slender legs. Through the trouser legs, a glimpse of sheer black stockings peeked through her delicate ankles, making her fair skin even more alluring. Her feet, clad in black stockings, were slipped into beige slippers. Xia Ling exuded a kind of languid elegance.
Seeing me come downstairs, Xia Ling looked up at me, offering a gentle smile: "Xiaowei's awake? Come and have breakfast." Xia Ling's makeup today was exquisite and natural, her slightly parted red lips radiating a mature woman's unique charm.
"Okay, Mom!"
My tone involuntarily became cheerful, not so much because of Xia Ling's gentle smile, but mainly because of her outfit today!
I remembered Wang Xiong's rule for Xia Ling last night: she had to wear sheer stockings and a short skirt to see him today. But now, Xia Ling was wearing black trousers, and underneath, a pair of black pantyhose—her favorite style of wearing pantyhose underneath.
A glimmer of hope flickered in my heart. Could it be that Mom wouldn't go to that humiliating appointment today?
I sat down at the dining table. Hot milk, sandwiches, eggs, and fruit were already laid out before me. The housekeeper, as always, had everything perfectly arranged.
Just then, Mom's phone rang. She elegantly set down her coffee cup, answered the phone, and immediately adopted the aura of a female CEO.
"Hmm, I've seen the revised plan. This version is correct. What were you all doing before..." Mom spoke on the phone while swiping her slender fingers across the tablet in front of her. "There are a few more points. First, the model lineup needs to be adjusted. Replace the two I circled. This is a high-end stockings fashion show; the requirements for leg shape must be strict. Second, the lighting needs to be redesigned to highlight the texture of the silk stockings. The current plan is too bland..."
I ate my breakfast while secretly observing Mom working.
As she spoke, a sharp, commanding aura emanated from her brows, sometimes furrowing, sometimes relaxing—the very demeanor of a powerful woman. Her beautiful legs, elegantly crossed beneath her trousers, swayed gently with her speech; where was the trace of weakness she displayed in front of Wang Xiong last night?
"One last thing," Mom's voice grew even sterner, "the music for the fashion show is too flashy. Our Lingya is a high-end brand, not a nightclub performance! Choose a different song, something elegant and sophisticated! Okay, that's settled. I want to see the revised plan at the company meeting later."
After she hung up, I finally couldn't help but ask Mom, "Mom, are you…going to see Wang Xiong this afternoon?"
Mom put down her phone, looking at me gently. "Xiaowei, don't worry, Mom's here for you. Your job is to study hard, okay?"
Mom didn't directly answer my question, but seeing her all-black outfit and hearing her words, I felt a little more at ease.
Perhaps, after last night's events, Mom had found a way to deal with Wang Xiong?
I secretly glanced at Mom's profile. She continued working on her tablet, her jade-like feet, encased in black stockings, swaying slightly in her slippers, exuding the elegant charm unique to mature women.
...
At the school gate, just as I was about to go in, I suddenly heard a nauseating laugh behind me. Turning around, I saw Wang Xiong, dressed in a dirty school uniform, walking towards me with Cobra and Fatty.
"Xiao Wei, come here, come here, I've got something good to show you."
Wang Xiong waved his phone at me. The screen prominently displayed a screenshot of his video call with Mom last night. In the picture, Mom was wearing that black silk nightgown, her long, beautiful legs encased in sheer black stockings, facing the camera.
Seeing this image, my head throbbed with blood, and my palms sweated again. However, my long-standing weakness rendered me speechless; I could only suppress my pent-up anger.
"Your mom's so sensible, hehehe, you have no idea how obedient she was last night. I told her to point the camera wherever, and that's where she pointed it." Wang Xiong's eyebrows radiated smugness. "We've arranged to meet at noon, she'll definitely wear a sheer stocking and miniskirt to see me, haha!"
Cobra and Fatty chimed in with their teasing.
"Sister-in-law's legs are amazing, absolutely gorgeous!"
"Yeah, yeah, I've already masturbated three times with this picture!"
I clenched my fists, filled with anger. But thinking of Xia Ling in her black suit and trousers this morning, a glimmer of hope rekindled within me.
I gave them a cold look, didn't say a word, and turned to walk into the school gate.
Even so, Wang Xiong and his gang still surrounded me the whole way, spewing vulgarities at Xia Ling: "Xiao Wei, I'm meeting your mom at noon, do you want to come along? Do you think she'll obediently wear a short skirt and stockings as I demand? Tsk tsk tsk... they're really impatient!"
...
City center, Lingya Building.
The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into Xia Ling's office, bathing the entire space in a soft golden light.
Xia Ling sat in her comfortable leather office chair behind her desk, her perfectly tailored black women's suit accentuating her perfect figure.
"Last week's sales figures show that sales of the 'LINYA' main business series increased by 15%, especially the new dresses and suits, which received a very good response." The secretary stood in front of the desk, flipping through the documents in her hands. "The market share of the stockings series is also steadily increasing, and it has already captured 30% of the high-end market."
Xia Ling's slender fingers tapped lightly on the thick desk surface, her black patent leather high heels swaying slightly beneath the desk, and the black stockings covering her trousers were faintly visible, exuding a subtle yet sexy sheen.
"Hmm." Mom nodded slightly, her voice cool and elegant. "Have the design department speed up the new product development. I want to see the complete design plan at the next meeting."
"Yes, Ms. Xia." The secretary quickly jotted it down. "Also, Ms. Susan from the Hera Group has sent a collaboration invitation, hoping to have dinner with you next Wednesday."
"Reject it." Mom's eyes sharpened. She stood up and walked to the French windows, her tall figure reflected gracefully in the glass. "Have the legal department carefully examine Hera Group's recent patent applications. I have a feeling that Susan is after our stocking series."
"Understood." The secretary continued, "There's one more thing. A police officer claiming to be Li Zheng said he's your friend and wants to invite you to lunch today..."