Faced with Shang Yan's imposing presence, Wang Xiong's face flushed red, a mixture of humiliation and anger. Perhaps because he hadn't had much contact with Shang Yan, or perhaps because he didn't have any leverage over her, Wang Xiong completely lacked the confidence he had when facing Xia Ling in front of such a powerful and aloof female director.
At that moment, he could clearly see the skin of Shang Yan's legs, faintly visible beneath her stockings, and the delicate patterns on her high heels. Just then, a gentle voice saved him.
"Director Shang, the newly arrived goods have been sorted."
An Rou walked over. Today, she was wearing a champagne-colored silk shirt dress, the hem flowing lightly, revealing a section of her calves encased in flesh-colored stockings. On her feet were a pair of 8-centimeter nude high heels, slightly lower than Shang Yan's, but equally elegant. Her long, black, wavy hair cascaded casually over her shoulders; at 28, she possessed both youthful vitality and a mature charm.
"All organized?" Shang Yan scoffed, striding forward, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor. "Then let this peeping tom check it out."
Shang Yan's heels stopped in front of Wang Xiong. "Go, reorganize all the boxes in Section B. You did a terrible job last time; even the numbers didn't match." She lightly tapped Wang Xiong's shoe with the tip of her heel. "Were you so busy looking at my stockings that you didn't do your job properly?"
Wang Xiong didn't say anything, simply walking silently towards the shelves.
He heard the sound of Shang Yan's high heels clicking on the floor; she seemed to be deliberately pacing back and forth behind him, her beautiful legs in black stockings dappling the edge of his vision.
"Focus." Shang Yan suddenly kicked the documents he had placed on the floor with her high heel. "Don't think I didn't notice you've been glancing at my legs."
An Rou couldn't stand it anymore: "Director Shang, he's only just arrived at the warehouse…"
"Just arrived?" Shang Yan sneered, her high heel slamming heavily on the stack of documents Wang Xiong had just neatly arranged. "He's been staring at my legs ever since he arrived. People like that need to be taught a lesson."
Shang Yan gracefully walked up to Wang Xiong in her high heels, the black patent leather tips clicking crisply on the floor. She looked down at the short figure, her red lips slightly parted: "Your shoes are dusty. Clean them for me."
Wang Xiong was stunned for a moment, looking up at Shang Yan's beautiful face. At 35, Shang Yan exuded the unique charm of a mature woman, captivating him while simultaneously fueling his growing resentment.
"Have you seen enough?" Shang Yan sneered, lightly kicking Wang Xiong's knee with her high heel. "A pervert like you who peeks at women's stockings, shining my shoes should be considered a reward, right?"
"Yes, Director Shang."
Wang Xiong gritted his teeth and squatted down. Through the 15D black stockings, he could clearly see Shang Yan's slender ankles. The patent leather surface of the high heels gleamed coldly under the fluorescent light, and the fine texture of the stockings was also faintly visible, each fiber seemingly teasing his nerves.
Wang Xiong reached out, about to touch Shang Yan's high heels, but she used the toe of her shoe to lift his chin.
"Use your hands to wipe?" Shang Yan sneered, lightly tapping her high heels on the ground twice. "How can such dirty hands be worthy of touching my shoes? Open your mouth and lick them with your tongue."
Wang Xiong squatted on the ground, glanced up at her, and saw a hint of contempt flash in her beautiful eyes.
Shang Yan slightly raised her chin, her legs, encased in black stockings, outlining their perfect lines under the light: "What, you're just a lowly porter, and you dare disobey me? Fine, then leave. Don't work here anymore."
Wang Xiong took a slight breath, a cold smile involuntarily curling at the corner of his mouth.
It wasn't because of Shang Yan's humiliation, but because he couldn't help but wonder about Shang Yan's reaction when he thought about how he had already won over Xia Ling and how she would transfer him to Shang Yan's side as an assistant in a few days.
"Director Shang, I'll lick your shoes..."
He didn't hesitate. Instead, he braced himself on the ground, slowly leaning down, and slightly opened his mouth. He could smell the faint leather scent of the high heels mixed with the sexy and dangerous perfume emanating from Shang Yan.
Just as his lips were about to touch the shoe, Shang Yan suddenly raised her foot, her sharp heel slamming heavily against his chin.
"Tsk tsk..." Shang Yan's voice was laced with sarcasm. "You actually licked it? What a pervert." She turned to An Rou beside her. "Look at him, always smelling women's shoes and stockings."
An Rou stood to the side, the sound of her nude high heels much softer. Although Wang Xiong was her direct employee, Shang Yan was, after all, the marketing director. Though she felt sorry for him, she dared not say anything.
Just then, Shang Yan suddenly kicked over a pile of stocking boxes next to Wang Xiong. With a crash, the neatly packed stocking packages spilled out of the alley, scattering all over the ground.
"Since you like looking at stockings so much, then tidy these up properly. There are plenty of stockings here for you to see."
She walked to a chair not far away and sat down, crossing her legs. Her black-stockinged legs gleamed alluringly under the light. "Oh, and renumber all the boxes here. Not a single one can be wrong. You're not leaving until you've finished."
Wang Xiong squatted on the ground, silently picking up the stockings that Shang Yan had kicked over. Watching her elegantly cross her legs, he secretly vowed: Wait until I become your assistant in a few days, then I'll see how I deal with you! You like me licking your shoes, don't you? I'll lick you to death then!
"What are you looking at me for? Get to work!" Shang Yan stomped her high heel heavily on the ground. "Have you had enough of looking at my legs? Pervert."