The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

The next morning, Lin Feng was woken up by his phone vibrating. The screen showed a message from He Qianwen, with only one line: "My sister came to class this morning." It was followed by a smiley face.

I rubbed my eyes, sat up, washed up, changed into clean clothes, and went out. I arrived at Forest Peninsula at 8:40, swiped my card to enter the main gate, and took the elevator to the third floor.

Xiao Wei was standing behind the front desk organizing the appointment forms when she saw him come in and smiled. "Sister He is already here and is changing in the dressing room. She seems to be in a particularly good mood today; she even brought me a cup of coffee when she came in."

Lin Feng entered Yoga Room Number Three, changed into a white yoga outfit, and straightened his collar in front of the mirror. He had just finished a set of shoulder and neck warm-ups when the door was pushed open.

When He Qianwen walked in, Lin Feng's pupils involuntarily contracted.

Today, the other person was wearing a burgundy silk shirt with a very low neckline. The top three buttons were undone, revealing large areas of fair skin below the collarbone.

The hem of her shirt was loosely tucked into a black pencil skirt, which was very short, just past mid-thigh. Her legs, covered in flesh-colored stockings, were encased in nude pointed-toe high heels.

She carried a small white handbag, her hair was loose over her shoulders, her face was covered in exquisite makeup, and her lips were coated with a light pink lip gloss, making her look radiant.

"Teacher Lin, it's been a long time." She walked to the mat, put down her bag, and turned to look at Lin Feng.

Her eyes were bright, and she had a smile on her lips, a stark contrast to the ashen look on her face when she talked about her husband's stroke in the yoga studio last time.

"Sister He, have you taken care of things at the company?" Lin Feng stood on the mat next to her.

"It's all taken care of." He Qianwen kicked off her high heels, stepping barefoot onto the wooden floor. "The board meeting was the day before yesterday, and I regained control. His son from his ex-wife tried to stage a surprise attack at the board meeting, but I vetoed it. His shares, plus those of his supporters, don't even amount to half." As she spoke, she took off her earring and placed it on the coffee table with a light touch.

"Congratulations, Sister He," Lin Feng said.

"Just congratulating me verbally isn't enough, you have to treat me to a meal." He Qianwen tilted her head, a hint of teasing in her smile. "I still remember the meal you promised me last time." She then walked towards the dressing room, glancing back at Lin Feng as she reached the frosted glass door. "I'm showing you a new yoga outfit today, just bought it, haven't worn it yet."

The frosted glass door closed behind her.

Lin Feng stood next to the mat and heard the sounds of fabric rubbing and zippers being pulled open coming from the changing room.

About three to five minutes later, the door was pushed open.

When He Qianwen came out, Lin Feng was drinking water, and he stopped twisting the bottle cap.

She was wearing a dark purple yoga outfit, but the style was bolder than any of her previous outfits.

The top had a cutout design, and the thin straps left faint diamond-shaped marks on her fair skin.

The pants were a tight-fitting capri style, with a low waist that clearly showed the outline of the hip bones, and the curve of the buttocks rose rounded out under the dark purple stretchy fabric.

"How is it? Does it look good?" He Qianwen twirled around in front of the mirror.

"So...beautiful!" Lin Feng shifted his gaze from her chest to the bridge of her nose. "Sister He, let's start our warm-up with the cat-cow pose today."

He Qianwen walked to the center of the mat and stood facing the mirror. After the warm-up began, Lin Feng noticed that her physical condition had indeed deteriorated a lot. When doing the cat-cow pose, the curling of her thoracic spine was very stiff, and the smoothness of her spine segment by segment was obviously not as good as before.

When doing Downward-Facing Dog, arch your back, bend your knees, and keep your heels off the ground.

The flexibility in the back of my thighs has clearly deteriorated.

"Sister He, how long has it been since you last practiced?" Lin Feng stood behind her, holding her hip bones with both hands and lifting her ischial tuberosities upwards.

"It's been almost three weeks." He Qianwen's voice came from between her arms. "I'm too busy with work. I have meetings until midnight every day, and I fall asleep as soon as I get home." With Lin Feng's help, her back slowly straightened, but her knees were still bent.

Lin Feng released one hand and pushed up her spine from her sacrum. When he reached the middle of her shoulder blade, he could clearly feel that muscle was hard. "It's much tighter here than last time."

He Qianwen returned from Downward-Facing Dog to Child's Pose. Turning her face to rest on her arm, she looked at Lin Feng and said, "Then you can give my sister a massage later."

In the following Warrior II, Side Angle Pose, and Triangle Pose, He Qianwen needed more assistance than usual for each pose.

When doing the side angle stretch pose, the body's center of gravity becomes unstable and leans to the right.

After helping her steady herself, Lin Feng took a half step back, adjusted his breathing, and continued teaching.

During the break, He Qianwen sat on the mat and drank water. She unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back, took a few sips, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

The deep purple ribbon stretched even wider as she drank water, with one strand slipping down her shoulder and hanging on her arm.

He looked down at himself, reached out and pulled the thin strap back into place, then looked up at Lin Feng.

"Coach Lin, do you know why I was able to win?" Her tone suddenly became more serious.

"Sister He's methods are definitely not simple."

"The methods are one aspect. More importantly, I have evidence that he illegally transferred benefits to related companies. I started collecting this evidence last year and have been keeping it in a safe, just waiting for this day."

She placed the water bottle next to the mat. "Although my husband is in the ICU, he signed a power of attorney before the accident, handing over some of his voting rights in the company to me. That's the real trump card. His son thought he could take advantage of his father's coma; he didn't know about the power of attorney."

He Qianwen stood up from the mat and stood in the center again. "The real power in the company won't be touched for at least eight to ten years. Even if his son is dissatisfied, he can only endure it."

He rubbed it clockwise a few times, then counterclockwise a few times, and the hard muscle under his fingertips slowly softened.

"Coach Lin, your massage technique is getting better and better." He Qianwen's muffled voice came from under her arm. "My personal therapist has been doing this for two years and she's still not as good as you."

Lin Feng didn't reply, but continued to push the heel of his palm from her shoulder blade to her neck and shoulder, pressing his thumb on her trapezius muscle.