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

Luo Ruoxi slowly loosened her clenched fingers, took a step back, and leaned against the edge of the desk again.

She crossed her arms and looked at him, her tone returning to its usual ambiguous smile, and said, "Today I've arranged a special lesson for you—me."

Lin Feng was taken aback for a moment. Luo Ruoxi raised an eyebrow and said, "What, is Manager Luo not qualified to be your trainee?"

Lin Feng changed into his white yoga clothes and walked into Yoga Room No. 3, only to find that Luo Ruoxi had already arrived.

She changed into a dark green professional yoga outfit, which was sleek and flattering, a style he had never seen before.

The top features a thin spaghetti strap design, which accentuates the slender and graceful lines of the shoulders and neck. The well-tailored neckline outlines a smooth chest line that rises and falls gently with each breath.

The pants are a tight-fitting, cropped style that hugs the waist, hips, and legs, with a neatly cinched waist that accentuates a slender figure.

Luo Ruoxi stood in the center of the mat, turned her shoulders in front of the mirror, and looked at Lin Feng, saying, "I haven't practiced in a long time, and my body is stiff. Can you help me see if I've regressed?"

The warm-up started with the cat-cow pose. Raymond Lam noticed that her movements were actually quite standard, with her spine rolling vertebra by vertebra, and her thoracic spine was even more flexible than Ho Sin-man's.

But when she did Downward-Facing Dog, her back arched slightly. Lin Feng walked behind her and gently lifted her hips with both hands. She hummed in response and adjusted the position of her pelvis.

In the next Warrior II pose followed by the Side Angle Stretch pose, Luo Ruoxi inadvertently leaned towards Lin Feng as she turned.

Her arm gently brushed against his forearm, and through the two thin layers of yoga clothing, he could vaguely feel the warmth of her body.

Lin Feng pretended not to notice and continued to instruct her: "Lengthen your side waist a little more, lower your shoulders, and don't shrug."

After the break, Luo Ruoxi sat on the mat and drank water. She unscrewed the cap, tilted her head back, and took a few gulps. The skin near her collarbone was covered with a thin layer of light pink sweat from the exercise. She put the water bottle aside and said, "My neck and shoulders have been a little sore lately. Could you massage them for me?" Lin Feng told her to lie face down on the mat, so she rolled over and lay face down on the laid-out bath towel, crossing her arms under her chin.

The yoga clothes clung to her body at the back, revealing her clearly defined shoulder blades and spine—her skin was smooth and shimmered with a delicate glow under the light.

Lin Feng placed the heel of his palm on her back and slowly pushed upwards from her lumbar spine. When he reached the middle of her shoulder blades, he could feel that muscle was somewhat stiff.

He used his thumb to find a nodule on the inside of her scapula and pressed it down. Luo Ruoxi groaned and buried her chin in her arm.

After a few seconds, she spoke, her voice muffled: "Lin Feng, why don't you dare look at me?" Lin Feng's fingers paused on her back, but he didn't reply.

His fingers continued massaging her back, the pressure just right to relieve the soreness in her muscles. Luo Ruoxi turned her face to rest on her arm, one eye peeking at him through the gap in her arm.

"Alright, I won't make things difficult for you." After saying that, she buried her face back in her arms and muttered softly, "I'm not going to eat you, what's there to be afraid of!"

……

After leaving the club, Lin Feng took a taxi to Tianlong Group.

The headquarters of Tianlong Group is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Hehai City. It is a 20-story office building with a dark blue glass curtain wall that reflects a dazzling light under the sun.

A huge stone tablet stands at the main entrance, with the four golden characters "Tianlong Group" engraved on it.

Lin Feng stood at the door and looked up at the building, thinking to himself—Su Mengya works here now.

As he walked into the lobby, the young receptionist asked who he was looking for. He said he was looking for Su Mengya in the administration department. The receptionist picked up the landline, dialed an internal number, spoke a few words, and then hung up, smiling as she told Assistant Su that she was on the twelfth floor and the elevator went directly there.

Su Mengya was sitting at her workstation, organizing a spreadsheet on her computer. She was wearing a dark blue business suit with a white silk shirt underneath, her hair was tied up, and she wore a pair of small pearl earrings.

She looked capable and efficient, a stark contrast to her appearance at home, where she was wearing casual shorts and fighting with Raymond Lam for the remote control.

Looking up, she saw Lin Feng walking out of the elevator. Her eyes lit up, and she put down the mouse in her hand, stood up, and walked over quickly. She lowered her voice and said, "Why are you here? You didn't even tell me beforehand."

Raymond Lam said, "I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd come and see how your work is going."

Su Mengya led him to the tea room and poured him a cup of coffee. The tea room's floor-to-ceiling windows faced the river view of Hehai City, offering an excellent view.

Su Mengya leaned against the bar, holding a cup in both hands, and said, "Working here is much easier than before. President He personally told me that I was a specially recommended person, and my supervisor treats me extremely well. My colleagues know that I was brought by President He, and they are all very polite to me."

Raymond Lam asked, "How's the salary?"

Su Mengya took a sip of her coffee and held up one finger—eight thousand. Lin Feng nodded and said, "That's good, double what it was before."

Su Mengya put down her cup, twirled her fingers along the rim, then looked up into Lin Feng's eyes and said, "President He is so good to you."

Lin Feng paused for a moment, holding his coffee cup, then took a sip and said casually, "Sister He is a nice person."

Su Mengya didn't press the matter further. She merely glanced at Lin Feng, her gaze complex, containing a hint of gratitude, a touch of jealousy, but mostly a sense of relief that "you've grown up."

She reached out and turned up his collar, gently tracing his collarbone with her fingers, and said, "I'll make you something delicious when I get home from get off work."

After leaving the administration department, Lin Feng went to He Qianwen's office. He Qianwen's office was on the top floor of the building; the entire floor was her private workspace.

After being informed by the secretary, Lin Feng was led through a double dark wooden door. The office was ridiculously large, with a floor-to-ceiling window facing the river, and sunlight streaming in and filling the entire room.

He Qianwen sat behind a large mahogany desk, looking down at a document, while making annotations on the edge of the document with a fountain pen in her hand.

Today she was wearing a white silk shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a small section of her collarbone and a pearl necklace around her neck.

Her hair was styled in a bun, and she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She looked intellectual and capable, completely different from the mature and glamorous woman in yoga clothes in the yoga room.

Seeing Lin Feng enter, she took off her glasses and placed them on the table, leaned back in her chair, smiled at him, and said, "What brings our great hero here today?"

Lin Feng sat down on the sofa opposite the desk and said, "I came to see Sister He and to thank you for arranging work for Mengya."

He Qianwen waved her hand and said, "There's no need to thank me for such a small thing." Then she stood up, walked around the desk, and sat down opposite him on the sofa.

She crossed her legs, and the hem of her pencil skirt rode up a bit with the movement, revealing a section of her slender calves covered in flesh-colored stockings.

She asked Raymond Lam how he was recovering, and he said he was basically fine and would be able to attend classes normally in another week.

He Qianwen nodded, then changed the subject, saying, "I'll be home the day after tomorrow, so you should keep your promise to cook me that meal you promised last time, right?"

Lin Feng said, "Okay, I'll come over the day after tomorrow." He Qianwen stood up, walked to the desk, picked up the calendar, flipped through it, and said, "Then it's settled. Don't stand your sister up."

Lin Feng stood up to leave, and He Qianwen saw him to the door.

Just as he touched the doorknob, He Qianwen suddenly grabbed his arm, turned him around, and kissed him on the lips while standing on tiptoe.

The kiss was short, only three or four seconds, but it was very real, and the lips had a hint of minty lip balm scent.

She stepped back, wiped the corner of his mouth with her finger, and said with a smile, "This is the advance payment."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his collar, turned around, walked back behind his desk, picked up his pen again, and acted as if nothing had happened.