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

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhe's face broke into a triumphant smile. The seriousness he had shown earlier vanished, and his tone abruptly changed: "It's good that you can accept it."

"But Sister Ying, let me make this clear from the start: if you ever fail to satisfy me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hands, which were wrapped around her waist, became restless. His fingertips slowly slid down, carrying a burning heat, and gradually explored under the hem of her clothes.

Liu Ying froze, and the faint sense of goodwill that had just quietly arisen vanished instantly, as if doused with cold water.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes swirling with grievance and resentment, but she dared not resist too much, only raising her eyes to give him a mournful look.

She frowned slightly, her body instinctively tensing up, but she didn't dare to break free forcefully.

He looked down at the reddened eyes of the person in his arms, then said forcefully, "Then the first thing is, from now on, Sister Ying will wear this to work. I think it looks great."

Liu Ying shuddered, and the color drained from her face instantly, leaving only an unbearable paleness.

The shame I had just suppressed surged back like a tidal wave, and countless exclamation marks exploded in my heart.

She could hardly believe her ears—what! She was being told to go to work naked every day?

She opened her mouth, her lips trembling, stammering for a long time, but then she thought of the hole that Cheng Zhe had just filled for her.

Thinking of her life that almost led to her downfall, and his words, "Don't blame me for being ruthless," she swallowed the words back down.

The courage to refuse deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon, leaving only panic and helplessness.

He leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "Is it okay, Ying-jie? You didn't just agree to it, and now you want to make me unhappy with the first thing you do, do you?"

The threat in those words was obvious, striking Liu Ying's already tense nerves hard.

Feelings of grievance, shame, and panic surged up in her heart again. Her nose stung, and she could no longer hold back, sobbing in his arms.

"No...no..." Her voice was panicked and full of pleading.

"It's like this every day...someone will see! I'm a department head with so many employees under me, if they see this...it's outrageous!"

She became more and more anxious as she spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking Cheng Zhe's shirt, her hands gripping his hem tightly.

Her voice was full of humble pleading: "Cheng Zhe, please... ask for something else, whatever it is, I will try my best to grant it."

Cheng Zhe didn't speak, but slowly opened his mouth, his tone devoid of emotion: "Can't do it? Sister Ying, it seems you're not sincere?"

When Liu Ying heard Cheng Zhe say "not sincere," her heart sank to the bottom. She was afraid that he would change his mind, and even more afraid that he would say something more outrageous or make more demanding requests.

She abruptly raised her head, her cheeks still red and swollen from tears, her eyes filled with panicked pleading, and her voice trembling: "I won't wear it anymore... I'll never wear it again!"

She swallowed all the shame and embarrassment, hoping to appease Cheng Zhe first. Even if she had to endure this unspeakable humiliation, she dared not utter a single word in rebuttal.

Cheng Zhe's expression slowly relaxed as he looked at her panicked and completely resigned appearance.

He nodded slightly and ruffled her hair: "That's a good girl."

"From now on, I can wear short skirts to work, just not too long, above the thigh is fine."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over her tense legs: "Don't even think about trying to fool me with long skirts or trousers. If I find out, you know what will happen."

Liu Ying's body trembled slightly, her cheeks burned, and the shame of being in a vacuum followed her everywhere, but she dared not voice any objection.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the humiliation and helplessness in them, and nodded gently, her voice trembling with barely concealed sobs: "...I understand, the skirt won't go above a third of the thigh."

She didn't dare to look Cheng Zhe in the eye, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away. From that moment on, she even lost the right to wear clothes.

Cheng Zhe slowly withdrew his hand from her inner thigh and casually said, "It's getting late, I'll take you home."

Liu Ying froze, the words of refusal almost bursting from her mouth.

How could she let him deliver it?

That familiar area in front of her house, every inch of it is connected to her husband's trust. If she were caught, if Cheng Zhe did anything out of line, everything she had painstakingly maintained would collapse.

But when she met Cheng Zhe's eyes, remembering the hole he had filled for her and the words "Don't blame me for being ruthless," all her resistance vanished instantly.

Her lips moved a few times, but in the end she just lowered her head and nodded slightly in humiliation, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.

After getting into the car with Cheng Zhe, the passenger seat felt like a red-hot iron, making her extremely uncomfortable.

As soon as the car drove away from the company building, Cheng Zhe's hand reached out again and familiarly covered her thigh.

Liu Ying's breathing became erratic instantly, and her body tensed up instinctively, but she dared not dodge or resist.

She could only tilt her head and stare intently at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, letting the shameful heat spread from her thighs to her cheeks and then to the roots of her ears.

Throughout the journey, Cheng Zhe's teasing never stopped, and he would occasionally whisper explicit words in her ear.

She could only tremble all over, her legs clamping tighter and tighter, her head buried even lower, like a tamed prey, not even daring to whimper.

It wasn't until the car turned into the entrance to her residential complex and the familiar buildings drew closer that Liu Ying seemed to suddenly wake up, pleading in a tearful voice, "No, please don't do this... We're almost there, calm down..."

As she spoke, she subtly adjusted her posture, pressing her legs together even tighter and slightly curling her toes up, afraid that if she made a large movement when getting off the bus, she would be seen.

Cheng Zhe glanced at her before slowly withdrawing his hand, a triumphant smile playing on his lips: "Afraid your husband will see?"

Liu Ying didn't dare to reply, she just gripped her skirt tightly.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Liu Ying did not get out immediately. Instead, she took a deep breath in her seat, quietly smoothed out her skirt, and made sure that her legs were tightly closed before carefully pushing open the car door.

But as soon as he stood up and looked up, his blood ran cold.

The husband was standing at the entrance of the apartment building, his brow furrowed, clearly having waited for a long time.

"Yingying!" Her husband rushed over, his voice full of worry.

"You sounded upset on the phone, which startled me. I thought something had happened to you, and I was so worried."

Liu Ying's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively pulled her legs even tighter.

Her knees were pressed tightly together, and she deliberately took small steps when walking, trying to maintain a dignified posture, afraid that if she took a big step, the swaying of her skirt would reveal her secret.

She suppressed her panic and shame, forcing a weak smile: "It's nothing, I've just been working too much overtime lately and I'm in a bad mood."

As she spoke, she subtly moved behind her husband, avoiding Cheng Zhe's gaze.

At the same time, she subtly nudged her husband with her elbow, signaling him to hurry up and leave: "Thanks to Manager Cheng, he specially brought me back. He's always been a great help to me at the company."