My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

At 3 p.m. sharp, Su Ming arrived at the factory gate.

He had received the medical report, and everything was normal. Clutching the thin piece of paper, he felt both nervous and expectant—from today onward, he would officially become a migrant worker in this big city.

The factory gate was a large, retractable iron gate, with a smaller door next to it for employees to enter and exit. Inside the guardhouse sat a middle-aged man in a security guard uniform, his legs crossed as he read a newspaper.

"Who are you looking for?" the security guard asked without looking up.

"I'm Su Ming, the new warehouse clerk."

The security guard then looked up at him, sized him up, and pointed inside: "Go straight, to the white building at the end, the personnel department is on the third floor."

Su Ming thanked him and walked into the factory area.

Once inside, he realized just how big the factory was.

Neat factory buildings lined both sides of the wide cement road, with red brick walls and blue tin roofs, one after another, stretching as far as the eye could see. Occasionally, a forklift would drive by, emitting a "beep beep" warning sound. Workers in blue overalls walked by in twos and threes, some glancing at him curiously before hurrying on their way.

After walking for seven or eight minutes, I finally saw the white building.

The Human Resources Department was on the third floor, with a sign hanging on the door. Su Ming knocked on the door, and a female voice came from inside: "Come in."

Pushing open the door, one enters a small office with two desks side by side. At the desk by the window sits a girl in a business suit. This beauty is none other than Yang Tian, ​​Su Ming's mentor.

She is completely different today than yesterday.

She wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a thin silk scarf tied at the collar, and the sleeves were rolled up to her forearms, revealing her fair wrists. She wore a black pencil skirt that barely covered her mid-thighs, with sheer black stockings on her legs and black stiletto heels.

Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate earlobes. She wore light makeup, with pale pink lips, and her eyes looked bigger and brighter than yesterday.

Su Ming stood frozen at the doorway, momentarily speechless.

Yang Tian looked up, saw it was him, and a beautiful smile curved her lips: "You're here? Come in!"

"Hmm!" Su Ming finally came to his senses, walked in, and stood in front of her desk.

"Where's the medical examination report?"

Su Ming handed it over.

Yang Tian took it, glanced at it, and nodded: "No problem." She opened the drawer, took out a form, "Fill this out, the onboarding registration form."

Su Ming took the pen and began to fill it out while leaning over the table.

As he filled in the forms, his gaze couldn't help but drift to the side.

From this angle, you can see Yang Tian's profile perfectly. She's looking down at her computer, typing something, her ponytail hanging down her shoulder, revealing half of her fair neck. The collar of her shirt is slightly open, vaguely showing a small patch of skin below her collarbone, and her full breasts make the shirt look very high.

Further down, the skirt cinches at the waist, hugging the hips and outlining their smooth curves. Her legs, encased in black stockings, are placed together at an angle, appearing long and straight under the desk.

Su Ming recalled what Bao Yazhong had said: "Black stockings and flesh-colored stockings each have their own merits." At this moment, he felt that black stockings did indeed have their own appeal.

"What are you looking at?"

Yang Tian's voice suddenly rang out.

Su Ming suddenly looked up and met her gaze. She tilted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with a hint of reproach and a touch of mischief.

"It's nothing, I...I'll fill out the form..." Su Ming's face flushed, and he lowered his head to continue filling out the form.

Yang Tian chuckled softly and said nothing more.

After he finished filling out the form, Yang Tian took it, glanced at it, stamped it with the HR department's seal, and handed it back to him: "This is your onboarding form. Take it to the warehouse to report for duty. The warehouse is at the very back of the factory area, in Building F. Do you know how to get there?"

"I know. If you don't understand, I can ask!" Su Ming replied.

Yang Tian smiled but didn't say anything.

Su Ming stood up, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help himself: "Miss Yang, you look...so beautiful today!"

Yang Tian was taken aback for a moment, then gave him a reproachful look: "I'm warning you, from now on you're officially working. Don't be all smiles and jokes with me at the company, it'll look bad if people see it."

Su Ming stood at attention and gave a somewhat awkward military salute: "Yes, sir!"

Yang Tian couldn't help but chuckle, then quickly composed herself: "I told you to be serious, not like a soldier!"

Su Ming smiled as well: "How could I not listen to my benefactor, Miss Yang? I must take it seriously!"

"You're such a smooth talker." Yang Tian rolled her eyes at him, stood up, and said, "Let's go. I'm going to the warehouse to get some documents, and I'll take you there."

Interesting. Is this beauty intentionally giving him a ride? Su Ming was secretly delighted.

The two walked out of the personnel department one after the other.

As they went downstairs, Su Ming asked, "Ms. Yang, are you from the Human Resources department?"

"Yes, HR specialist." Yang Tiantian nodded. "Responsible for recruitment and onboarding."

"Then why did you go to the warehouse to get the documents?"

"We're in charge of warehouse attendance, and we also get our work clothes and such from the warehouse," Yang Tian explained. "I go there occasionally too."

Su Ming nodded and said nothing more.

"Come on, follow me!" Yang Tian smiled slightly, straightened her chest, and turned to walk outside.

The two walked along the cement road in the factory area. Yang Tian was wearing high heels and walked slowly, so Su Ming slowed down to match her pace.

Along the way, workers frequently greeted Yang Tian, ​​saying, "Hello, Miss Yang!"

"Hello, Sister Yang!"

Yang Tian smiled and nodded.

Su Ming clicked his tongue in amazement, thinking to himself, "This beauty seems to be quite popular in the factory!"

After walking for about ten minutes, we passed a green belt. The factory area was nicely landscaped, with holly and low shrubs planted on both sides of the road, and a small lawn in the middle with a few osmanthus trees.

Yang Tian was walking on the side closest to the flower bed. As she passed a clump of low shrubs, she suddenly stopped with a cry of "Oops!"

"What's wrong?" Su Ming asked.

Yang Tian frowned, looked down at her legs, glanced around, and then winked at him: "Check if anyone's coming?"

As she spoke, the beautiful woman made a gesture of bending over and squatting down.

"What?" Su Ming asked, puzzled.

"Don't worry about it!" Yang Tian whispered, "Just take a look at it for me!"

"Oh my god, you're not going to pee here, are you?!" Su Ming couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"You're the one who's peeing! Seriously, I'm out of my mind, would I dare pee here?" Yang Tian rolled her eyes at Su Ming, annoyed. "Don't think nonsense, keep an eye on things for me!"

"Okay!" Su Ming looked around and immediately replied, "Nobody's here!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Tian bent down, one hand on Su Ming's arm, the other hand reaching under her skirt...

"Holy crap, what's this beautiful woman up to?" Su Ming's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.

Yang Tian's hand groped inside her skirt for a while, then slowly pulled down the stockings on her thighs. The black stockings slipped down from her upper thighs, revealing her fair skin underneath, inch by inch…

She moved quickly, pulling the entire stocking off her legs in a few moments, then straightened up, holding a bundle of black stockings in her hand.

"Holy crap, there's even this perk? Those legs are so beautiful! So white and long!" Su Ming swallowed hard, almost unable to help but shout it out.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Tian glanced at him, a slight blush on her face, but her tone was very frank, "I didn't do it on purpose."

She unfolded the stockings and handed them to Su Ming: "See? There's a hole in the stockings, it was just torn."

Su Ming took a closer look. Sure enough, there was a hole the size of a fingernail in the thigh area of ​​the stockings, with a thin thread sticking out from around it, extending down several centimeters from the hole.

"I got caught on a thin twig when I passed that flower bed just now," Yang Tian sighed. "Look, it's all unraveling and showing white."

Su Ming nodded: "Yes, it's broken."

He was startled, thinking this beautiful woman was suddenly trying to play some thrilling game with him! It seems he was overthinking it.

"There are rules for girls when it comes to wearing stockings." Yang Tian waved the stockings in her hand as if giving a lecture, "Either don't wear them at all, or if you do wear them, make sure they're completely intact. Once they have a hole, it's better to just take them off; bare legs actually look better."

Su Ming looked at her bare left leg—it was indeed long and white, with delicate skin that shimmered slightly in the sunlight.

"Hmm!" He nodded seriously. "You're right. Actually, you look even better with bare legs than with stockings. Mainly because your legs are long and white."

Yang Tian was stunned for a moment, then her face turned slightly red.

She glared at him reproachfully and shoved the stockings in her hand into his: "Alright, stop praising me so blindly. Here, help me throw these stockings away."

Su Ming held the still-warm stocking in his hand, unsure of what to do.

This girl is really carefree; she even let him throw away her stockings?

"Please help me." Yang Tian noticed his hesitation, and her tone softened, with a hint of coquetry. "Your side is closer to the trash can; you can just step over the flower bed. I'm wearing a skirt, so it's hard for me to step over."

Su Ming glanced at the trash cans by the flower bed. They weren't far, but a clump of low bushes separated them, requiring her to step over them, which was inconvenient for her in her short skirt. Otherwise, she would have to go around for a hundred meters, which would indeed be quite troublesome.

Since his benefactor had asked for his help, he had to agree. He nodded, clutching the stockings, took two steps back, and then leaped across the bushes with ease, landing steadily.

He threw the stockings into the trash can, then jumped back in.

Yang Tian's eyes lit up, and she immediately smiled appreciatively: "Not bad!"