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

Lin Feng knelt down beside her.

His fingers gently landed under her armpits, his thumb precisely positioned at the lymph nodes, and he massaged them in a steady clockwise motion along the skin. He Qianwen's eyelids were half-closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, revealing a hint of relaxed languor.

Lin Feng's fingertips slowly moved from her armpit to her side chest, and when they brushed over her slender ribs, he could clearly feel her skin unconsciously tense up slightly before relaxing completely in an instant.

The fingertips finally rested on the acupoints on the outer side of the shoulder and chest, and the thumb pressed down firmly.

This time, He Qianwen didn't actively pull his hand as usual; she simply closed her eyes and breathed evenly. With each deep, rhythmic breath, her figure swayed gently beneath her dark purple, thin-strapped sportswear, full of graceful movement.

The physical therapy was performed alternately on both sides. Throughout the entire process, He Qianwen remained extremely quiet and immersed in a soothing state.

Lin Feng maintained a professional and steady strength throughout, accurately massaging acupoints and clearing lymph nodes. He adhered to his duties in every move, without any unnecessary thoughts or actions.

After the entire treatment was finished, Lin Feng withdrew his hand and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead with a towel. "Sister He, that's enough."

He Qianwen slowly opened her eyes and sat up from the spread-out bath towel. A flush from exercise covered her fair cheeks, making her complexion look exceptionally radiant. The dark purple straps on her back were slightly askew, and she gently straightened them with her hand, her movements languid yet elegant.

She then stood up and walked to Lin Feng, the two of them less than an arm's length apart, and the atmosphere instantly became subtle.

She tilted her head slightly to look at Lin Feng. Her burgundy silk shirt was slightly damp with fine sweat, clinging to her beautiful collarbone. A hazy and complex emotion was hidden in her eyes, making Lin Feng completely unable to understand her.

"Coach Lin, I have a question for you." Her voice was soft, devoid of her usual capable and cheerful tone.

"Sister He, please speak."

He Qianwen didn't say anything, but suddenly she stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's neck, and her soft lips suddenly covered his lips.

Lin Feng froze abruptly. He Qianwen's lips were soft and warm, with a faint, sweet fragrance. She gently took his lower lip in her mouth, tentatively trying to press her lips together.

Lin Feng's mind went blank for a moment, then began to buzz.

He instinctively wanted to raise his hand to push her away, but his raised hand eventually landed gently on her slender and supple waist.

He Qianwen turned her waist slightly, pressing herself even closer to his chest. Through the two layers of thin clothing, the warm and delicate touch was exceptionally clear, instantly creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

Lin Feng's fingertips tightened slightly, and his inner defenses quietly loosened. He slowly raised his hand in response, one hand stroking her back, palm gently pressing against her spine, tenderly pulling her towards him; the other hand passed through the long hair that fell over her shoulder, steadily supporting the back of her head.

He lowered his head and responded earnestly to the sudden kiss, their lips and teeth entwined tenderly. He Qianwen let out a soft, sweet moan, her slender body trembling slightly in his arms, completely letting down her guard.

This tender and lingering kiss lasted for a full half minute.

He Qianwen stepped back slightly, her forehead gently touching his chin, breathing softly, her breath warm and alluring.

She then took a half step back, raised her hand to tuck her messy hair behind her ear, and gently pressed her fingertips against the corners of her reddened lips, her eyes sparkling.

When she looked up at Lin Feng, a bright smile appeared on her lips, hiding a hint of triumphant slyness, and a touch of perfectly timed surprise. She blinked, sizing up the slightly awkward young man before her, her smile growing even wider: "Little brother, you're quite outstanding."

Lin Feng's ears instantly turned completely red, a wave of youthful embarrassment washing over him.

He subconsciously took a half step back, raising his hand to tug at the hem of his clothes, trying to hide the panic in his heart, but it was all in vain.

"Sister He, I—"

"No need to explain," He Qianwen interrupted softly, turned around, walked to the wall, picked up her sports water bottle, and took a few sips.

After finishing her water, she put the water bottle away in her bag, zipped it up, picked up her bag, and slowly walked towards the door.

As she reached the door, she paused slightly, turned to look at Lin Feng, and said with a smile, "Next time, I'll treat you to a meal. You'd better prepare well."

She emphasized the words "prepare well," her tone carrying an ambiguous hint, gave him a slight smile, and then pushed open the door and left.

The door closed gently, leaving Lin Feng alone in the quiet yoga room. He raised his hand to wipe his face; his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the warmth of her skin still lingered in his palm. His heart remained unsettled for a long time.

He went into the changing room, changed out of his white yoga clothes and put them in a storage basket, and changed into his own casual T-shirt and trousers.

After getting ready, he walked out of the changing room into a quiet corridor. Just as he reached the front desk, the clerk, Xiao Wei, told him that Manager Luo wanted him to go to his office immediately.

Luo Ruoxi sat gracefully behind her desk, her beige lace-trimmed shirt exuding gentle elegance. The delicate lace accentuated her beautiful collarbone, making her appear both gentle and intellectual.

However, her expression was not as relaxed and composed as usual. Her fingertips tapped the table lightly, and the rapid rhythm revealed a hint of unease.

"Lin Feng, sit down." She raised her hand and pointed to the chair in front of the table.

After Lin Feng sat down, Luo Ruoxi leaned back slightly, crossed her arms, and stared at him intently, her expression serious. "He Qianwen won the case and gained control of the board of directors. She should have told you about it, right?"

"Yes, they mentioned it to me during class."

"She's now the de facto head of the Tianlong Group, single and unburdened, and acts freely and decisively." Luo Ruoxi tapped her arm slightly faster, her tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of caution, "When you teach her or interact with her, you must be careful to maintain a proper distance. She is indeed a high-end member of the store, but her current status is special..."

She paused slightly, pursed her lips, and said with a hint of awkwardness, "In short, keep a proper distance from her and don't get too close."

This instruction lacked the professionalism expected of a superior to a subordinate; instead, it carried a strange sense of unease, like a jealous young girl secretly sulking.

Luo Ruoxi picked up the pen on the table, repeatedly picking it up and putting it down. The pen tip rolled off the table and almost fell, but she quickly reached out to hold it down. Her small movements revealed her chaotic state of mind.

Lin Feng looked at her quietly, his heart filled with doubt. In the past, Luo Ruoxi was either a professional and capable businesswoman or a casual and playful teasing persona, but at this moment, her ears were red, her eyes were darting away, and she dared not meet his gaze. Her appearance was unusually abnormal.

"Don't worry, Manager Luo, I know what I'm doing and I'll handle things properly."

Luo Ruoxi nodded gently, put the pen back in the pen holder, and then remembered something else, and said, "The department is organizing a team building dinner next week, you must attend. I will let you know the specific time and place later."

Lin Feng agreed and then got up and left the manager's office.

The afternoon sun was intense and dazzling. Stepping out of Clubhouse No. 3, the lush sycamore branches cast dappled shadows. Lin Feng walked along the tree-lined path when his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone, and a news notification popped up with an eye-catching headline: "Fu, the director of the office of Hohai University, is suspected of drugging and assaulting female faculty members. His misconduct has been exposed by name."

He stopped by the roadside and quickly clicked on the news article to read the full text. The article detailed that the person involved, Fu, abused his position to maliciously drug someone under the guise of a dinner party, demonstrating egregious workplace conduct. The article also implicated him in several other serious disciplinary violations, including student admission fraud and accepting bribes from parents.

The report omitted the individuals involved, referring to them only as "school counselors" and omitting Zhou Mei's name. The comment section was already buzzing with anger, with netizens condemning the individuals' moral depravity and calling for a thorough investigation and strict accountability from relevant departments.

Lin Feng took a screenshot of the news page and continued to browse related posts. Multiple reports exposed that Fu Yongwei had been harassing female subordinates in the workplace for a long time, and had been reported by name for soliciting money from students. The school has established a special investigation team to launch a comprehensive accountability campaign.

He recalled Hongjie's promise that she would make Fu Yongwei, who had committed many evils, completely ruin his reputation. Now, everything had finally settled down.

Just then, Zhou Mei's phone rang.

Raymond Lam answered immediately, and her voice, trembling with emotion and choked with sobs, came through the receiver: "Raymond Lam, have you seen the news? Fu Yongwei has been exposed! All his despicable acts have been revealed!"

"I saw it, Teacher Zhou. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. This can be considered a complete vindication for you."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. A soft voice, thick with nasal tone, revealed the lingering fear of surviving a close call: "Last time at the Boston Hotel, if you hadn't shown up in time, I really can't imagine what would have happened. I've kept this in my heart ever since, and every time I think about it, I'm filled with dread. Now, he's finally received the punishment he deserved."

She paused slightly, her tone filled with anticipation: "I really want to see you now. I'll come to your place tonight."

Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then replied softly, "Let me know when you're almost there, and I'll pick you up at the station."