Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

She felt as if all her strength had been drained away; her hand, which had been pressed against his chest, had fallen limply, and soft moans escaped her throat.

As her consciousness gradually blurred, guilt and hatred were thrown to the back of her mind, and she even forgot to resist, and even unconsciously began to comply.

The next morning, the office was quiet except for the soft sound of Cheng Zhe turning the pages of documents.

Suddenly, a "knock knock knock" sounded on the door, sounding somewhat cautious.

"Come in." Cheng Zhe said calmly without even looking up.

The door was gently pushed open a crack, and a young girl with a low ponytail peeked in, her face showing a shy and timid expression. She was the new intern in the finance department.

Clutching the folder, she tiptoed in and asked softly, "Manager Cheng, have you... have you seen our Manager Liu? My colleague just said she walked this way."

Cheng Zhe looked up, a playful smile flashing across his face, and said slowly, "I saw her. I talked to her about some work-related things, and she left not long after."

Upon hearing this, the young woman looked slightly embarrassed, then leaned forward and whispered, "Do you know which direction Manager Liu went? I have an urgent document here that she needs to sign."

"Keep the change, please."

Cheng Zhe pointed to his desk and said casually, "Just leave the documents here. I'll give them to her when I see her later."

"Okay... okay, thank you, Manager Cheng."

The young girl breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked to the desk, carefully placing the file on a corner of the table.

Just as she turned to leave, she heard a very light sound, like something scraping the ground, under her feet.

She paused for a moment, then looked down at the table in confusion, only to see a dark tablecloth hanging down, concealing everything underneath.

She scratched her head, thinking that she must have misheard; the office was too quiet, so it was easy to have some kind of illusion.

"Excuse me, Manager Cheng, I'll be leaving now." The young woman quickly bowed, hurried out of the office, and gently closed the door behind her.

Silence returned to the office. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting downwards to the space under his desk. "Looking for you, did you hear me?" he said mockingly.

Liu Ying was kneeling under the table.

When the little girl came in, she didn't dare to breathe too loudly, afraid that making the slightest sound would give her away.

Hearing Cheng Zhe's words, her eyes welled with humiliation and indignation, but she didn't even have the courage to raise her head.

Subsequently, people came and went in the office: subordinates bringing reports, administrators bringing tea, and department staff coming to ask questions about projects.

Liu Ying huddled in the cramped space under the desk, her knees numb from kneeling. But what tormented her even more was that someone was talking to Cheng Zhe while she was busy.

Every time she heard footsteps inside the room, every word she uttered while talking to Cheng Zhe, she was afraid that someone would notice what was under the table.

She was terrified of being discovered in her wretched state. Looking at her disheveled skirt and dusty stockings, she gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Strangely, this extreme shame also gave rise to a strange feeling that made her feel flustered and confused.

The occasional touch of Cheng Zhe's fingertips on the top of her head, the unnoticed noise outside the table, and the hidden debauchery beneath the table created a stark contrast.

That was a thrill and loss of control that I had never experienced in all the years of our mundane relationship with my husband.

She mentally condemned herself for her shamelessness and berated herself for being shameless, until Cheng Zhe finally signaled the end of the matter.

She slowly crawled out from under the cold ground, her body aching all over.

As soon as she straightened up, she suddenly looked up at Cheng Zhe, her eyes filled with an intense, unyielding hatred as she stared at him intently.

She clenched her fists, her chest filled with humiliation and anger.

She knew all too well that Cheng Zhe was doing it on purpose!

He deliberately used her weaknesses to control her, deliberately made her do such embarrassing things under her desk, and deliberately tormented her like this when people came in and out!

He just wanted to humiliate her, disgust her, and make a fool of her, seeing her in such a sorry state and being manipulated by others!

But she was powerless to do anything about it, and could only let the hatred surge in her eyes, but dared not utter a single harsh word.

Cheng Zhe glanced at Liu Ying, whose face was full of hatred but also helplessness, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

He gave a firm command: "Go, lock the door."

Liu Ying froze, her face instantly turning extremely pale as the color drained away.

She knew what was going to happen next. Locking the door meant that what was about to happen would be even more ruthless than the humiliation under the table.

She bit her lip, suppressing the humiliation and anger in her heart, and moved heavily to the office door.

With a "click," the door was locked from the inside.

Then, she walked to the window and pulled the blinds shut one by one, blocking out all light and making the office instantly dark and secluded.

After doing all this, she stood by the window with her back to Cheng Zhe, her shoulders trembling slightly, not even having the courage to turn around.

Cheng Zhe slowly stood up, his footsteps landing steadily on the floor as he walked towards her, finally stopping behind her. His warm breath brushed against her neck, making her tense all over.

Before she could react, Cheng Zhe reached out and grabbed her waist, forcefully pulling her toward the sofa.

Liu Ying struggled for a moment, but he gripped her even tighter and finally forced her to sit down hard on the soft sofa.

Cheng Zhe leaned down, trapping her between himself and the back of the sofa, his possessiveness undisguised in his eyes.

Liu Ying lay on the sofa, looking at Cheng Zhe who was so close to her, and a wave of shame washed over her again.

She could clearly hear the footsteps of her colleagues walking around in the corridor outside, their conversations, and even the occasional laughter.

She hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, afraid that she would make a sound, but her body's reaction still caused her to let out soft, suppressed moans through her fingers, which sounded particularly unpleasant in the dimly lit office.

After a long while, Cheng Zhe finally let go of her, sat up, and straightened his slightly disheveled shirt collar.

Liu Ying slumped onto the sofa, all her strength drained away, her hair disheveled and plastered to her sweaty cheeks.

Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving violently, and suppressed gasps lingered in her throat. The humiliation and hatred in her heart were intertwined with a lingering feeling that she herself did not want to admit, which made her restless.

Until Cheng Zhe gave a light scoff, his tone casual and condescending: "Alright, get dressed."

Liu Ying suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes still flushed, but quickly covered by a cold hatred.

She slowly sat up and reached for the clothes scattered beside the sofa.

She had to button her shirt several times before she could get it all in place, and her stockings were already snagged and torn. She could only haphazardly pull up her skirt to cover them up.

Cheng Zhe leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, looked at Liu Ying, who was bending down to adjust her skirt, and said in a flippant tone, "Since your husband is no good anyway, why don't I help you have a child and fulfill your wish to have one?"