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

Liu Ying's movements suddenly stopped, as if all her strength had been drained away. She slowly raised her head, her eyes instantly becoming dull and lifeless, as if covered with a layer of dust.

"I'm sorry, husband... I'm sorry, husband..." These words began to swirl wildly in her mind again and again, striking her nerves repeatedly. Every time she uttered them, her heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

She recalled the tenderness of her husband stroking her lower abdomen at night, the longing in their eyes when they talked about having children, and his tired figure as he worked overtime until late at night every day to give her a better life and save money to buy a house.

She should have firmly refused, she should have stood her ground, but her mouth was as if it were blocked, and she couldn't say a single word.

She looked at Cheng Zhe, her eyes swirling with guilt and struggle, but without a trace of resistance.

Even she herself found it terrifying. In these few interactions, she had countless opportunities to ask him to take precautions and to hold the last line of defense, but she simply didn't.

Whether it was the cowardice of being held hostage, the twisted pleasure born from extreme shame, or the subconscious desire for a child, even she herself couldn't say.

She remained silent, her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes concealing the panic and despair in them. She neither nodded nor shook her head, tacitly accepting the absurd agreement in those words.

The words "I'm sorry, husband" still echoed in her heart, but the honesty of her body and the weakness in her heart gradually made her give up resisting.

Cheng Zhe stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, straightened his suit jacket, and his face no longer showed any laziness, but instead displayed the composure and competence of a professional.

Liu Ying bit her lip, quickly smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt, straightened her messy hair, and reached out to pick up the clothes scattered next to the sofa, only to find that her black bow-tie panties were nowhere to be found.

As she was wondering, she saw Cheng Zhe raise his hand and wave the fabric in his hand. It was her underwear, his fingers hooking a bow, his eyes full of mockery.

"Cheng Zhe! Give my things back!"

Liu Ying was both anxious and embarrassed, her cheeks flushed red instantly, and she subconsciously walked towards him to snatch it.

She moved hastily, not paying attention to her footing, and her elbow slammed against the edge of the table, causing the glass on the table to crash to the ground with a loud bang.

Water spilled all over the ground, and debris was scattered everywhere, making a particularly loud noise.

Liu Ying was so frightened that she froze, her movements of grabbing the item stopped instantly, and her face turned deathly pale.

She could faintly hear footsteps in the corridor, and her heart jumped into her throat, afraid that the person outside would hear the noise and knock on the door.

She stared intently at Cheng Zhe, filled with panic and shame. She dared not go forward to snatch it anymore and could only watch helplessly as Cheng Zhe stuffed the underwear into his pocket.

"Stop fooling around, or people will come." Cheng Zhe scoffed, his tone carrying a warning.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the complex emotions in her eyes, and tried her best to appear as composed as a manager.

"Manager Liu, this document was brought over by that young lady. Please keep it safe."

Cheng Zhe pushed the documents on the table in front of her, his tone as calm as if he were talking about ordinary work, without a trace of personal feelings, as if the two had just finished a routine work conversation.

Liu Ying nodded, reached out and took the document, her hand still trembling slightly, but she still managed to keep her voice steady and replied businesslike, "Okay, thank you, Manager Cheng."

Her tone was calm and even, revealing no sign of anything amiss.

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door. When her fingers touched the doorknob, she subconsciously squeezed her legs together.

The tear in her black stockings was very noticeable; it would be exposed if she walked with them slightly apart, let alone since she was going commando.

As she turned the lock, her face was now adorned with her usual relaxed smile, her brows and eyes unfurrowed, and she walked with a steady gait, just as she always did when she left the office.

A colleague passed by in the hallway and greeted her with a smile: "Manager Liu, Xiao Ma was looking for you earlier."

Liu Ying immediately responded with a polite smile, "Okay, I understand."

As she spoke, she still subconsciously kept her legs tucked in, her gait slightly more restrained than usual, but that practiced professional smile perfectly concealed the humiliation and panic in her eyes.

Only her taut legs and the feeling of being naked spoke of her earlier ordeal.

Liu Ying forced herself to walk into her office. The moment she closed the door behind her, her tense back relaxed slightly, but she still dared not loosen her tightly clenched legs.

She quickly walked to the desk and sat down, subconsciously pressing her legs tightly together, even secretly crossing her knees, trying to use the hem of her skirt to cover the tear on her inner thighs, and also to conceal the secret embarrassment of going braless.

With every slight movement of her posture and every rise and fall of her breath, she could clearly feel the shame creeping up her spine, burning her cheeks and making even her ears blush.

She barely dared to get up and move around all morning.

Even when subordinates knock on the door to deliver documents, she simply sits and gestures for them to place them on the table.

He maintained a proper sitting posture throughout his speech, keeping his legs firmly together, as if afraid that even the slightest separation would reveal his weakness.

When a colleague comes to ask for advice at work, and their gaze inadvertently sweeps over her legs, her heart races. She subconsciously adjusts the position of her skirt, forcing a calm expression on her face, but inside she is already panicking terribly.

As noon approached, the department held a routine meeting, and Liu Ying had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the meeting room.

Many colleagues were already seated around the conference table. She deliberately chose a seat towards the back, and the moment she sat down, she quickly crossed her legs, tightly clasped her ankles together, and pulled her skirt down again and again, hiding her torn stockings and the embarrassment of going braless under the table.

During the meeting, when the leader asked a question, she stood up to speak, keeping her legs taut and together, taking small and steady steps. After finishing her speech, she immediately sat down and quickly put her legs back together.

Her colleague noticed her stiff posture and casually asked, "Manager Liu, are you feeling unwell? Why are you crossing your legs like that?"

Liu Ying's heart skipped a beat. She quickly forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, my legs are a little numb. This makes me feel more comfortable."

After saying that, she quietly changed the position of her crossed legs, but still dared not loosen them. The feeling of going commando and the friction of the torn stockings made her so ashamed that she could hardly lift her head.

The meeting lasted for more than an hour, and she sat with her legs crossed for the entire time. Her legs were already numb and she couldn't feel them, but she didn't dare to move, afraid that she would lose control if she did.

After the meeting, she deliberately lagged behind, waiting until all her colleagues had left before slowly standing up. She held onto the edge of the table for a while before her numb legs regained feeling. Every step she took was accompanied by a tingling sensation, but she still dared not relax her clenched muscles.

During her afternoon work, she was still gripped by this predicament, feeling restless and uneasy.

She forced herself to focus on her work, but as her gaze fell on the documents, her mind was filled with Cheng Zhe's teasing eyes, the underwear that had been stolen, and her husband's gentle face. The two images intertwined repeatedly, making her restless.

As it was nearing the end of the workday, colleagues in the office were packing up to leave when Liu Ying's phone suddenly rang, displaying the word "husband" on the screen.

Her heart clenched as she looked at those two words. Her fingertips trembled as she pressed the answer button, deliberately lowering her voice to make it sound calm: "Feed?"

"Yingying, are you about to get off work? Are you working overtime today? Dinner is ready, waiting for you to come home for dinner."

On the other end of the phone, her husband's voice was gentle and doting, but also a little tired, clearly indicating that he had just finished work and was calling her.