High Society (Season 1, Episodes 1-5)

Chapter 1: Undercurrents

Gao Ningning is a rising star at Fushan City Television, hosting an interview program called "Ning Says." Gao Ningning graduated with
a bachelor's degree in journalism from Fushan Communication University and a master's degree from Fushan University, making her a thoroughly professionally
trained journalist.

After graduating with her master's degree in 2010, Gao Ningning
joined . Less than six months later, due to the weather forecast host's illness, Gao Ningning temporarily filled in for her
, catching the eye of Yao Xingxue, then director of the Arts and Entertainment Programs Center.

Yao Xingxue transferred Gao Ningning from the News Programs Center to the Arts and Entertainment Programs Center and began having her host
arts and entertainment programs. Later, Yao Xingxue was promoted to deputy director and tailored several programs for Gao Ningning, with "Ning Says"
being the most popular to date.

Gao Ningning is thirty-five years old this year and is recognized as the most beautiful woman at Fushan City Television. Due to her work, Gao Ningning
pays close attention to skincare, and time hasn't left many marks on her face. Although she no longer has the youthful beauty of
a woman , she has gained maturity and confidence, making her even more sexy and charming.

For work, Gao Ningning often wears shirts, skirts, stockings, and high heels. After giving birth,
Gao Ningning became more voluptuous, but the fat seemed to understand her intentions, all going to her breasts
. Her already 36D breasts became even fuller, and the buttons on her shirts looked like they were about to burst open. Her waist, however, was
perfectly toned, with not an ounce of fat. At 1.7 meters tall, she was taller than half the men in the studio when wearing high heels. Her
nearly 1-meter-long legs, even without stockings, were as white and delicate as lotus roots. Her shoulder-length rose
-orange side-parted curly hair gave her a neat and capable look. When recording programs, Gao Ningning would pull her hair back, revealing her delicate
white neck, and wear different earrings, exuding elegance with a touch of sexiness.

During

this period, Gao Ningning was extremely worried about the ratings of "Ning Says." "Ning Says" was an interview program tailor-made for
her , and it had consistently been the station's highest-rated program, scheduled for
prime time on weekends by the station's leadership. Normally, watching Gao Ningning chat with various celebrities, internet personalities,
young was a traditional activity for the locals of Fushan, generating
many memorable memes.

Six months ago, a new user, "Sheep Battle," suddenly launched a program called "MeaMea," completely copying "Ning Says" in
its format , content, set design, and even the host's initial attire. Initially, Gao Ningning
and the station's leadership didn't pay much attention to this makeshift operation, but later, "Sheep Battle's" skirts
became increasingly shorter, their heels higher, and they consistently used low-angle shots, filling half the screen with her long legs. In addition,
her occasional coquettish, affected voice, which she called "baa baa," attracted a large number of male viewers.
Even a third-rate male celebrity who was a guest on "Ning Says" skipped Gao Ningning to watch "Sheep Says" and admire
her long legs.

"Ning Says" ratings had been declining for three consecutive months. Ratings were not only closely
related , but what troubled her even more was the deputy station director, Yao Xingxue. Yao Xingxue was Gao Ningning's benefactor, not only successfully
transitioning her from reporter to host, but also, under pressure from the station, creating a program specifically for a new host, single-handedly
making Gao Ningning the station's top star. However, Gao Ningning knew Yao Xingxue's ulterior motives.

Yao Xingxue was a lecher; even when he was the director of the arts and culture center, he maintained inappropriate relationships with several female subordinates at the station
. Now, as deputy station director, he had even more reason to abuse countless innocent women.

Yao Xingxue is fifty-three years old this year. He's overweight, standing at 1.75 meters tall but weighing over 90 kilograms. He doesn't have much gray hair, and his features are fairly regular.
It's clear that if he lost weight and looked a few years younger, he would be quite handsome . 　　That day, Gao Ningning wasn't recording a program. She wore a green French-style retro floral dress that just reached her knees. The weather was slightly chilly at the end of March, so Gao Ningning wore a knitted cardigan and 70D Wolford tights, with 5cm ankle boots on her feet. 　　"Director Yao, you wanted to see me?" Gao Ningning knew why Yao Xingxue wanted to see her, but she still smiled and walked into the office. 　　"Come in, Xiao Gao, make yourself at home," Yao Xingxue greeted her, but his eyes were fixed on Gao Ningning's exposed black-stockinged legs. Because of the requirements of the program, Gao Ningning usually wore flesh-colored stockings, but Yao Xingxue preferred the subtle, alluring effect of black stockings. Although 70D stockings are practically opaque, Yao Xingxue still felt a surge of heat rise from his lower abdomen when he saw the glimpses of flesh on Gao Ningning's knees and thighs after she sat down. 　　"Xiao Gao, the ratings dropped again last week!" Yao Xingxue quickly sat down behind his desk to conceal his slightly bulging crotch, while handing Gao Ningning last week's ratings report. Because of the desk, Gao Ningning's legs were no longer visible, so Yao Xingxue's gaze was fixed on her full breasts. 　　"Director Yao, what should we do? Could you please try to get him on 'Ning Says' again? Last time, I talked to that young heartthrob... his name is... Lin Chang, and it went quite well. I think we should try to get him on 'Ning Says.' He's been quite popular lately..." 　　"Oh dear, Gao, why are you so clueless!" Before Gao Ningning could finish, Yao Xingxue interrupted her. He stood up and stared at Gao Ningning's skirt, saying, "Look at you! Your skirt is so long, and your stockings are so thick. What can the audience see? Isn't this a waste? You should learn from that Yang Yang. With your looks, you could easily outshine her !" 　　"Director Yao, this is an interview program. The audience is watching me talk to the guests, not my legs. 　　Besides... besides, there are partitions under the tables in our studio. Even if I wore these, who would I be showing them to?" As soon as she said this, Gao Ningning regretted it. In fact, Gao Ningning had watched Yangyang's videos and made comparisons in private. She was quite confident in the allure of her long legs, but she couldn't quite bring . 　　"A table? A table is still a long shot. I'll have Lao Wu go through the procurement process right now. Whatever kind of table you want, I'll get it for you, even if it's the King of Heaven's table!" Yao Xingxue sensed Gao Ningning's wavering and felt that his efforts had paid off, so he quickly picked up the phone.

"Hey! No, no, no!" Gao Ningning stood up and pressed Yao Xingxue down. "I was just talking nonsense. Please
don't bring this up again, Director Yao. If it's convenient for you, please contact Lin Chang's agent again. If there's nothing else
, I'll be leaving now."

"Huh?" Before Yao Xingxue could answer, Gao Ningning left the office. After she left, Yao Xingxue
picked up the phone: "Hey, Lao Wu, the tables in our studio need to be replaced..."

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After Gao Ningning got home from work, she found no one at home. She guessed her husband had gone to pick up their son, so she took off her clothes
to take a shower.

Gao Ningning's husband is named Qian Ming, an associate professor at the School of Political Science and Economics of Fushan University. Qian Ming is six years older than Gao Ningning
, and the two met in 2007. That year, Qian Ming had just returned from studying in the UK and became
a teacher at the School of Political Economy of Fushan University. He met Gao Ningning, a freshman at a campus event, and the two quickly
fell in love, married in 2009, and had a son, Qian Jiazhi.

Gao Ningning's marriage to Qian Ming was largely not based on love. At that time, China was still shrouded in the shadow of the financial
crisis , and being a university teacher was a respectable and stable job. More importantly, the Qian family
owned two school district properties in Yunfu District, the city center of Fushan City at the time. After discovering she was pregnant, Gao Ningning quickly
married .

The two properties were left to Gao Ningning by her father-in-law, Qian Jianshe. The slightly larger one was given to Gao
Ningning and her family of three, while Qian Jianshe kept the other one for himself. These two properties were not far from Fushan Experimental Primary School and
were well-known school district properties at the time. Later, as the municipal government moved west from Yunfu District to Jingyang District, the commercial center of Fushan City
began to shift to Jingyang District, and Fushan Experimental Primary School also planned to move there. As a result, property prices in Yunfu District began to decline
rapidly .

Qian Jianshe is 62 years old this year. Before retiring, he was the principal of Fushan Experimental Middle School. He wholeheartedly wanted to cultivate his son
into a pillar of society who would educate and nurture students. However, Qian Ming dislikes the teaching profession. He originally wanted to take the civil service exam and become an official,
but due to pressure from his father, he had no choice but to work at Fushan University. This has resulted in Qian Ming, with his overseas doctorate, currently
only holding the rank of associate professor. Liu Meng, who joined the university at the same time as Qian Ming, was promoted to full professor three years ago and this year
was promoted to vice dean of the School of Political Economy, becoming Qian Ming's superior, which greatly frustrated Qian Ming.

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After returning home, Qian Ming found that Gao Ningning had already prepared dinner, but he had little appetite. He ate
a few bites collapsed on the sofa to watch TV. The TV was showing a rerun of "Ning Says," and the guest on this episode was
a very popular stand-up comedian. Gao Ningning thought the show was very entertaining, but the ratings were still low.

"Our station manager talked to me again today, about the ratings," Gao Ningning said while washing the dishes.

"Hmm... and then?"

"And then? Then that fatso made me imitate 'Sheep Fighting!' and wear a short skirt, stockings, and high heels to
the recording!"

"Then I'll wear it. If wearing a skirt could get me a professorship, I'd be wearing it right now," Qian Ming
replied casually.

"Qian Ming?! Are you sick? I'm seriously discussing this with you, asking for your
help !" Gao Ningning knew her husband was currently troubled by the professorship selection process, but she wasn't
happy herself either.

"Sick? Ha, I am sick! I can't even get an erection!" Qian Ming roared, slamming the TV remote
on the floor and storming into the bedroom without looking back,
startling Qian Jiazhi peeked out to see what was happening.

Qian Ming discovered he was impotent about three months ago. At that time, the results of this year's professorship selection had just been announced, and Qian Ming
had failed again. Gao Ningning accompanied Qian Ming to the hospital several times, but the doctors all said it wasn't a physical issue and told Gao
Ningning to take better care of him. However, Gao Ningning was also preoccupied with the ratings and didn't have much time
to spend with her husband.

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In the evening, Gao Ningning felt a little guilty towards her husband, so she specially sprayed on an aphrodisiac perfume and changed into a purple semi-transparent nightgown that barely
covered her buttocks, revealing a black lace bra and matching sexy panties underneath.

"Honey, I was wrong at dinner. How about we try again today?" she said,
straddling Qian Ming's lap, preparing to pull down his pajama bottoms.

Qian Ming looked up and saw the flesh faintly visible under the purple gauze, feeling his penis twitch twice,
signaling Gao Ningning to continue. Gao Ningning spread Qian Ming's legs apart, straddling him and revealing her deep cleavage. She took Qian Ming's limp
penis into her mouth and sucked it vigorously. With her left hand, she rubbed Qian Ming's scrotum, while her right hand
stroked his inner thigh, occasionally lightly scratching his groin with her red-painted nails.

Qian Ming closed his eyes, enjoying his wife's service. Ten minutes passed, his glans
stained red , but his penis still showed no reaction. A nameless fire rose within him.

Qian Ming pushed Gao Ningning away, pulled up his pants, turned over, and lay down, saying, "I'm not trying anymore. I'm tired today. Let's sleep."

Gao Ningning looked at her husband, sighed, and silently went to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat with her legs apart, one
hand on her ample breasts, the other reaching towards her crotch.

In the middle of the night, Gao Ningning had a dream. She dreamt that while hosting a program in a bodycon skirt, stockings, and high heels,
a fat man whose face she couldn't make out suddenly rushed onto the stage, pinned her to the table, tore her
stockings , grabbed her hair, and, standing on tiptoe, raped her in front of everyone.

The next day, Gao Ningning found her underwear sticky, and her white sheets were covered in yellowish rings of
dried vaginal fluid, as if she had wet the bed.

Chapter Two: Cauliflower Puree

Qian Ming got up before 6:30. He had to teach an undergraduate class at the School of Finance at 8:00 this morning.

Fushan University was in Jiashuang District, near the coastline, with beautiful scenery, but it was too far from home, and public transportation was
inconvenient. Qian Ming usually drove to work, but today there were license plate restrictions, so he had to take the shuttle bus.

As soon as the shuttle bus arrived, Qian Ming saw Liu Meng, who was engrossed in playing on her phone.

Today, Liu Meng wore round-framed gold-rimmed glasses, and her light brown hair was tied in a ponytail and casually draped over her neck.
Up. Liu Meng was wearing a black suit jacket over a white shirt, gray high-waisted wide-leg trousers, and
5cm black pointed-toe heels, looking very capable.

"Good morning, Dean Liu," Qian Ming greeted her as he sat down next to her.

"What Dean Liu? We're not at school. Just call me Liu Meng, or Mengmeng as before,
" Liu Meng said with a smile. Her car was also subject to license plate restrictions today, so it was clear they had met on the shuttle bus before
.

Liu Meng and Qian Ming had started teaching at Fushan University in the same year. She was two years younger than Qian Ming and had
a master's degree. Given Qian Ming's qualifications, he should have been promoted to full professor three years ago,
but unfortunately, he hadn't been very ambitious and hadn't written many noteworthy papers over the years. After careful consideration, the department
gave the position to Liu Meng.

Qian Ming had always thought Liu Meng was quite pretty, but when they met, she was already married with children.

Liu Meng's husband was her high school classmate, a rich second-generation heir. He was caught cheating by Liu Meng, and they divorced.
Her ex-husband left her a villa in Jincheng Jiayuan, the most prestigious residential area in Fushan City, and
paid a large sum of child support to their two children every month. Liu Meng lived a comfortable life after the divorce, which allowed her to focus on her academic
pursuits.

"Oh, by the way, Lao Qian, there's something. Isn't Chairman Shen coming to our school today for the foundation's
launch ceremony? I heard there's a banquet tonight. Why don't you represent our college?"

"Dean Liu, why don't you go yourself? What am I, an associate professor, supposed to do?" Qian Ming actually wanted to go,
but he was too embarrassed to agree directly.

"Oh dear, didn't I tell you not to call me Dean Liu? You know my son, he's about
to take the high school entrance exam, and his grades are really worrying me. I need to go home and tutor him." Liu Meng looked up
at Qian Ming. "Could you do me this favor? Bring your wife along. I heard the banquet is quite good.
If it weren't for my son, I'd really like to go and see it!"

"Alright, Dean Liu." Qian Ming chuckled, deliberately emphasizing the words "Dean Liu."

Liu Meng saw through Qian Ming's intentions, rolled her eyes at him, and went back to playing on her phone.

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The Chairman Shen that Liu Meng mentioned is Shen Hang, a well-known entrepreneur in Fushan City.

Shen Hang is forty-nine years old this year and is the chairman of Fuxin Group, the son of Shen Huaibang, the former secretary of the Fushan Municipal Party Committee.

Fuxin Group started with cross-border trade and later, with the help of Shen Huaibang, gradually ventured into
highly profitable industries such as real estate and finance, rapidly developing and expanding before being restructured into a group holding company. Today, Fuxin
Group is the largest private enterprise in the province, with a certain degree of recognition both nationally and internationally.

Shen Hang is passionate about public welfare and frequently participates in various social activities. This time, Fuxin Group decided to donate 200 million RMB to
Fushan University to establish the "Fushan·Future Start" Foundation, entrusting the School of Political Economy
to manage it. The foundation will be used to provide living allowances and scholarships to impoverished students throughout the university, improve their learning
and living conditions, and recommend outstanding impoverished graduates for internships at Fuxin Group.

The university leaders attach great importance to the cooperation with Fuxin Group and have specifically spoken with Dean Tan of the School of Political Economy.
Qian Ming also proactively approached Dean Tan, hoping to contribute to the foundation. Although Qian Ming
isn't particularly focused on academic research, he's always at the forefront of such matters.

After class, Qian Ming tidied up, declined several questions from students, and hurried to the academic auditorium,
just in time for the end of the ceremony. At this moment, Shen Hang was posing for a photo with Principal Zhou, holding a huge donation check that
read "Two Hundred Million RMB." The audience erupted in applause, and flashbulbs went off everywhere.

This was Qian Ming's first time seeing Shen Hang in person, and he felt that Shen Hang was much more imposing in person than on television.

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Qian Ming had no classes in the afternoon, so after having lunch at school, he took the school bus home. On the bus, he told Gao Ningning about the dinner via WeChat voice
message , and he could hear a hint of excitement in his wife's voice.

Gao Ningning had hinted to him more than once that their current house was too old, and she didn't like the layout or the decoration.
Besides being close to their son's school, she couldn't find any other advantages. She wanted to move to Jincheng
Jiayuan .

Qian Ming sighed. Jincheng Jiayuan was indeed a nice environment, and he had considered it, but
the housing prices were simply unaffordable; even selling both of their houses probably wouldn't be enough.

Back home, Qian Ming noticed the high heels kicked over by the door and asked疑惑地问道, "Ningning, are you home?
Don't you have to go to work today?"

"I took half a day off. Aren't I going to a banquet at Jincheng Garden tonight?" Gao Ningning's voice
came from the bedroom.

"What does that have to do with you taking leave? You could have gone straight there after work." Qian Ming was still puzzled.

"I need to get ready," Gao Ningning came out of the bedroom, having changed into a black t-shirt and skinny
jeans. "Hey, I'm not talking to you anymore, or I'll be too late. I'm going to the beauty salon first, okay? Remember to have Dad
pick up Jiajia tonight. Oh, and wait for me to come back, we'll go together. Bye!"

With that, Gao Ningning stomped out in her high heels, the heels clicking loudly on the hallway. Qian Ming checked his watch;
it was only a little before 3 a.m., and he couldn't help but sigh.

About two hours later, Gao Ningning returned home and locked herself in her bedroom to get ready. Qian Ming could
clearly see that Gao Ningning's complexion had improved considerably after her facial, her midday fatigue gone, and her skin seemed even
more radiant. He couldn't help but sigh to himself, "Women really are made with money."

A long while later, Gao Ningning emerged from the bedroom. She wore a silver sequined deep-V halter-neck evening gown,
seamless black stockings, and 8cm silver sequined high heels, making her sparkle under the living room lights.

The deep V-neck revealed her sexy collarbones and most of her breasts, a teardrop-shaped sapphire necklace nestled
deep in her cleavage, and the open back revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin. The gown featured a fishtail slit that reached
her upper thigh; a slightly larger step would reveal glimpses of her underwear.

Qian Ming was somewhat stunned, swallowing hard. If it were before, Qian Ming would have pounced on her,
torn her stockings, and pinned her down for a good time.

"Are you sure it's okay not to wear a bra?" Qian Ming wasn't seeing the bra straps and was a little worried.

"I'm wearing one," Gao Ningning said, pulling half of her breast out from under her tank top. "Look, I've put on nipple covers, right?
It would look so bad if the bra straps showed in this dress."

"But..."

"But what? Besides, the guests at this banquet are all important people from high society, not
the audience of my shows, who come from all walks of life. Don't worry, no one will stare at my chest on purpose.

Let's go, we'll be late if we don't leave now," Gao Ningning urged.

Because he was afraid of having to drink, Qian Ming called a Didi (ride-hailing service). On the way, Qian Ming noticed that the Didi driver kept trying
to chat with Gao Ningning, and occasionally peeked at his wife through the rearview mirror. Qian Ming's penis actually became slightly erect.

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At 6:50 p.m., Qian Ming and Gao Ningning arrived at Shen Hang's house, or more precisely,
at the entrance to Shen Hang's yard.

Shen Hang lives in Jincheng Garden, a development he built himself. His house is located at the northernmost part of Jincheng Garden, close to the coastline, and
is one of the few villas in the garden with a sea view.

Shen Hang and his wife, Wei Xiaojun, are welcoming guests at the gate.

Wei Xiaojun is Shen Hang's second wife, only twenty-seven years old this year, twenty-two years younger than him.

Shen Hang's ex-wife, He Man, was unable to have children, and the two divorced in 2006. Incidentally,
Wei Xiaojun and Qian Ming are colleagues; Wei Xiaojun is a lecturer at the Art College of Fushan University, but aside from the annual
graduation ceremony , she rarely goes to the school and hardly teaches any classes.

Shen Hang's taste in women has always been a topic of conversation among the residents of Fushan, and Gao Ningning had also heard about it. But after
seeing Wei Xiaojun in person, Gao Ningning was convinced that the rumors online weren't entirely unfounded.

Wei Xiaojun has a typical internet celebrity face: straight eyebrows, double eyelids, large eyes, long eyelashes, a delicate
nose, full lips, and a V-shaped chin. Her waist-length hair is dyed indigo purple, with a few
strands highlighted in green. However, it's clear the doctor who operated on Wei Xiaojun was quite skilled. Although
it's obvious she's a product of cosmetic surgery, her overall appearance is harmonious, without
the .

While Gao Ningning wasn't Shen Hang's type, her ample breasts, now unbound by a bra
, swayed with her steps, causing Shen Hang a flutter in his heart.

Noticing Shen Hang staring at his wife, Qian Ming was slightly displeased. He stepped forward and presented an invitation: "
Chairman , Mrs. Shen, hello. I am Qian Ming, Associate Professor of the School of Political Economy at Fushan University. This is my wife, Gao
Ningning."

"Professor Qian, Mrs. Qian, it's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my humble abode." Shen Hang realized his lapse in decorum,
quickly averted his gaze, and greeted the Qian couple with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries, Qian Ming was seated at the head table with executives from the Fuxin Group and representatives from the school. Gao
Ningning, on the other hand, sat at a secondary table with Wei Xiaojun and a group of other women.

"Hello, caviar and lobster jelly, please enjoy," the waiter continued. "This
dish
is made by simmering Boston lobster shells with over ten kinds of vegetables and spices in beef hoof broth for an hour, then chilling it to set, and finally serving it with white sturgeon caviar."

"Oh, what are these green polka dots?" a lady asked curiously.

"These are cauliflower puree, which helps to remove some of the lobster's fishy smell. They're used for garnishing and enriching the flavor
. Actually, I personally think it's fine to omit them, but that's just my opinion. Come on, everyone, try some!" Wei Xiaojun
explained.

Gao Ningning scooped a spoonful and savored it, her mouth filled with the flavors of caviar and lobster.

...

Exquisite dishes were served one by one, and bottles of 2001 Romanée-Conti were
opened Amidst the clinking of glasses, a blush crept onto everyone's faces.

Since hosting "Ning Says," Gao Ningning had witnessed too many glamorous lives. She felt that every kind of
life was better than her own, and she could do nothing but witness their lives. Now,
with the ratings plummeting, she estimated that she wouldn't even be able to be a witness anymore soon.

Gao Ningning suddenly felt a little dazed. She vaguely heard Wei Xiaojun discussing art studios with the women at the table.
Wei Xiaojun wanted to open a private studio and was asking someone in France to help her find one.

Gao Ningning glanced back at Qian Ming. Qian Ming had clearly drunk quite a bit and was chatting
animatedly with a senior executive from the Fuxin Group, but she suddenly felt that her husband was somewhat out of place among that group of people.

No, that wasn't right. Actually, it was herself; she was the one who was out of place among these upper-class elites.

Gao Ningning realized she was drunk. 　　It was almost 2 a.m. when Qian Ming and Gao Ningning got home. Shen Hang had originally wanted to invite everyone to stay at his

villa , but Qian Ming politely declined because he had work the next day. 　　Gao Ningning felt very tired, not just physically, but she didn't even take off her shoes before collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep. 　　Gao Ningning had a dream in which she was squeezed onto caviar and lobster jelly, used as a garnish and to enhance the texture of the dish. Even though this dish had nothing to do with her, people insisted on making her that way.

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