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

The billiard hall renovation is progressing faster than Lin Feng expected. The billiard area on the first floor mainly involves pipework modification, floor leveling, and lighting installation, which is nothing for the renovation team working in shifts day and night.

The pool tables for several venues have already been ordered, and the manufacturer said they should arrive in about half a month at most.

The progress on the second-floor massage area is a little slower because it requires creating separate private rooms, laying water pipes, installing shower rooms, and the waterproofing and electrical work is more complicated than downstairs.

Kui Zi drives his black Volkswagen to seven different sites every day to keep track of the progress. He takes a bunch of photos at each location and posts them in the group chat. Occasionally, he'll yell at a construction team in a voice chat for catching them slacking off.

Lin Feng wasn't idle either. He scheduled interviews for six or seven billiards assistant coaches, all of whom were recommended by Kui Zi from Bai Jinhai.

These girls used to work as hostesses in KTVs. They were all beautiful and had great figures, but the gray market was too volatile, and they hadn't had much income for several months.

Lin Feng talked to them one by one and found that most of them wanted to switch to a proper job, but they just didn't know how.

I explained to them that the job of a billiards assistant coach mainly involves playing billiards with guests and teaching basic techniques—proper service, nothing shady. The salary is a base salary plus commission; if you do well, you can earn as much as you would at a karaoke bar. The girls agreed on the spot.

After finishing all that, Lin Feng remembered that he still owed He Qianwen a meal.

Last time, in her office at Tianlong Group, he personally promised to cook for her at her house the night after tomorrow, but he got busy with the billiards hall business and missed it. He was just about to send He Qianwen a message to apologize when her call came first.

He Qianwen said on the phone that she wouldn't cook today, and that she would take him somewhere nice to relax, since he must be tired from his recent injury and busy with the new store.

Lin Feng asked her where she was going, and she kept him in suspense, saying she would find out when she got there.

He Qianwen personally drove to pick him up. Today she was wearing a black lace mini-dress with a very short hem.

She wore exquisite makeup, with light pink lip gloss on her lips, and her hair was loose over her shoulders with curls at the ends.

While turning the steering wheel, he glanced at Lin Feng and said that he was recovering well and looked much better than when he last saw him at the hospital.

Lin Feng said he was fine a long time ago, and the wound had scabbed over. He Qianwen nodded and asked again if his chest still hurt, her tone carrying a seriousness that Lin Feng rarely heard.

Lin Feng said it didn't hurt anymore, and He Qianwen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, turning her attention back to the steering wheel.

After driving for about half an hour, the car turned onto a road that Lin Feng had never been on before.

Dense bamboo groves line both sides of the road, with bamboo stalks as thick as a bowl. The branches and leaves at the top intertwine and block out most of the sky. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting dappled patterns of light on the road surface.

The car finally stopped at the gate of an inconspicuous courtyard. The walls were white and the tiles were gray. There was no sign at the entrance, only a copper wall lamp.

The waiter led them through a stone path, where the bamboo on both sides was even denser than that at the entrance, and they could hear the rustling sound of the wind passing through the bamboo grove.

At the end of the path is a secluded hot spring courtyard with white walls and bluestone paving. In the center is a hot spring pool with cobblestone edging, and the surface of the water is steaming.

Beside the pool were two wicker lounge chairs and a low table, on which sat a fruit platter and two glasses of chilled lemonade. Beyond the courtyard wall was a bamboo grove, offering excellent privacy; the only sound was the rustling of the bamboo leaves.

Lin Feng emerged from the dressing room wearing a pair of loose black shorts. When He Qianwen came out, he only glanced at her once, but his gaze lingered on her.

She changed into a light purple bikini. The top was made of very little fabric, with only two thin triangular pieces barely covering the top. Her two heavy, full breasts were almost three-quarters exposed, hanging heavily in the light purple fabric and swaying slightly with her steps.

She wore matching briefs, held together by thin straps at the waist, clearly showing the outline of her hip bones. Her figure was extremely well-maintained; she had a slim waist, a flat stomach, and firm, rounded thighs, and her skin glowed with a healthy sheen in the afternoon sunlight.

I walked to the edge of the pool, stuck out one foot to test the water temperature, then soaked my whole body in the hot spring, leaned against the pool wall, tilted my head back, and closed my eyes.

The hot water reached up to her collarbone, and her light purple bikini floated slightly upwards due to the buoyancy of the water, her two full breasts appearing and disappearing beneath the surface.

Raymond Lam also went into the water. The temperature of the hot spring was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, allowing one's pores to open up completely.

Leaning against the pool wall next to He Qianwen, I felt all the fatigue from the past few days being washed away by the hot water.

He Qianwen told him a lot about the company. Tianlong Group mainly operates in two areas: transportation, primarily inland waterway shipping and inter-provincial logistics; and foreign trade, exporting small commodities to the Middle East and Africa.

She is currently negotiating a large order with a Middle Eastern client. The client wants to order a large quantity of hardware, but the price is very low. She has calculated the cost several times and there is basically no profit. However, if she can secure this order, she can open up channels in the Middle East, which is worthwhile in the long run.

As she spoke, she lightly traced the water's surface with her fingers, her brows slightly furrowed, a stark contrast to the mature woman who flirted with Raymond Lam in the yoga studio.

After analyzing the transportation issues, she sighed and said that sometimes she really felt exhausted. Her husband was in the ICU, and she was handling so many things at the company all by herself.

Lin Feng swam up behind her, placed his fingers on the back of her neck, and gently pressed down on her Fengchi acupoint with his thumb.

The water in the pool was already warm, and when he pressed on her, He Qianwen relaxed completely, lowering her head slightly to reveal the fair skin on the back of her neck.

The muscles on the back of his neck were very hard, a stiffness accumulated from long hours of desk work. His thumb slowly pushed down along both sides of his cervical spine with just the right amount of force.

He Qianwen closed her eyes and let him massage her, asking him what he'd been busy with lately. Lin Feng said he planned to open several billiard halls, and had already signed contracts for seven venues, which were currently under renovation.

He Qianwen asked if he had enough money, and if not, she could cover the shortfall. Lin Feng said no, everything was already arranged, but thanked her anyway. He Qianwen reached out and patted the back of his hand resting on the edge of the pool, without saying anything more.

After soaking for a while, He Qianwen turned around. Her face was flushed from the steam of the hot spring, and water droplets clung to her eyelashes, making them sparkle.

Suddenly, she reached out and hugged Lin Feng's neck, stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his lips, kissing him slowly and gently, her tongue tasting sweet and sour lemonade as it entered his mouth.

Lin Feng wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the warmth of her side through the thin fabric of her light purple bikini.

After landing, He Qianwen had a Japanese meal set up in the hot spring. The table was filled with sashimi platter, grilled eel, tempura, and miso soup.

After soaking in the hot spring, Raymond Lam had a great appetite and ate most of a plate of sashimi and two bowls of rice. He Qianwen sat opposite him, slowly sipping her sake. The way she looked at him was quite different from the teasing and playful gaze she had given him at the beginning in the yoga studio.

After finishing his meal, Lin Feng was rinsing his mouth with a teacup when He Qianwen stood up, walked around the low table to his side, and pulled him toward the lounge next to the bathhouse.

The lounge has a large tatami mat, and a small, warm yellow table lamp sits on a low cabinet next to it.

He Qianwen pulled him into a nearby lounge, which contained a large fabric sofa and a massage bed.