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

The curtains were half-drawn, and the indoor light was soft and gentle.

Lin Feng gently placed her on the massage bed and leaned down to kiss her tenderly. His lips slowly moved away from the corner of her lips, following her delicate jawline to the side of her slender neck, and then gently landed on her beautiful collarbone.

His fingertips lightly hooked the thin strap of her blouse, the movement gentle and careful. The light purple fabric slid down her shoulders and gathered at her waist.

He Qianwen's back tensed slightly and then relaxed, soft, gentle breaths escaping her throat, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the hair behind his head.

For the next two hours or so,

The two released all the feelings that had been building up in their hearts over the past few days, and their long-suppressed emotions and affections melted away in their warm embrace.

He was tactful, his gentleness concealing a restrained concern;

She let down her guard, and her dormant emotions were completely awakened at this moment.

The two seemed to have practiced their relationship countless times, becoming intimately familiar and in sync, able to accurately catch each other's most subtle emotions and reactions with every touch.

After their tender moment, He Qianwen leaned softly against him, her long hair cascading over his chest. She gently traced circles on his abdomen with her fingertips and chuckled in a hoarse voice, "Coach Lin, you're amazing."

Her voice carried a languid drowsiness of satisfaction, her eyelashes drooped gently, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. She said that before, she only felt comfortable and at ease being with him, but now she realized that it wasn't just comfortable, it was that she simply couldn't bear to be apart from him.

Lin Feng didn't speak, but gently stroked her back with his fingertips, his movements tender and reassuring.

Lin Feng did not go home that night.

He Qianwen drove him back to her villa. The two changed into comfortable home clothes, made a simple late-night snack together, and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, He Qianwen, for the first time ever, cooked for him herself, frying eggs and baking bread. Although the edges of the bread were slightly burnt, Lin Feng ate it all up, leaving not a single bite.

When she saw him off, He Qianwen was wearing a loose white silk nightgown, the collar loosely gathered, and faint traces of the previous night's tenderness still remained on her collarbone.

She tiptoed and gently kissed the corner of his lips, her eyes crinkling with joy: "I'm very happy today, come again next time."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "As long as Sister He is happy, that's all that matters. Just give me a call, and I'll be there whenever you need me."

He Qianwen laughed at his words, gently punched his shoulder, and then watched him get into the car and leave.

After leaving He Qianwen's house, Lin Feng took a taxi directly to Forest Peninsula. On the way, he leaned against the back seat of the taxi, closed his eyes, and thought for a long time.

He found his time fragmented – billiard hall renovations, billiards coach training, club courses, matters with Sister Hong, and the people around him.

He couldn't manage it all by himself.

The club's courses are no longer his main source of income. His 30% stake in the Dragon Scale Group and the expected profits from the seven billiard halls far outweigh the tuition fees.

He made up his mind to talk to Luo Ruoxi.

Luo Ruoxi was sitting behind her desk, flipping through a fashion magazine. She wore a black fitted top with a simple and neat neckline that accentuated her slender and beautiful shoulders and neck, giving her a bright and capable aura.

Hearing the door open, she looked up, glanced at Lin Feng, then put down her magazine, leaned back in her chair, and asked, "Judging from your expression, is something on your mind?"

After sitting down, Lin Feng got straight to the point: "Manager Luo, I've been busy with other things lately. The billiard hall is under renovation, I have a collaboration with Sister Hong to follow up on, and Sister He and Sister Yang have very busy schedules. I'm really short on time."

I've been thinking about it for a few days, and I'm considering either temporarily suspending the classes at the club, or at least reducing the number of classes scheduled.

Luo Ruoxi's pupils contracted slightly, and she gently placed the magazine in her hand on the table with a "thud".

She remained silent for several seconds before getting up, walking around the desk to him, gently taking his arm with both hands, and pleadingly asking, "Could you please not resign yet?"

She said this yoga studio was her entire livelihood, and her three core clients were Ye Qinghan, He Qianwen, and Yang Ru.

The annual memberships and class fees for the three of them account for the majority of the club's revenue. Now, almost all of them specifically request Lin Feng's classes, and if he suddenly resigns, these three clients will most likely stop coming.

Director Ye might still visit occasionally out of consideration for their past relationship, but Yang Ru and He Qianwen would probably just go with him.

That woman in the bright pink bodycon dress, who lost face at the banquet last time, has been holding back her revenge. If the club's business declines, she'll definitely take the opportunity to buy it at a lower price.

After saying this, Luo Ruoxi's fingertips, which were gripping his arm, turned slightly white, and her voice lowered: "Even if you only come to class twice a month, it's fine. You can decide the class schedule yourself."

At this moment, Luo Ruoxi shed all her usual competence and wit, appearing exceptionally vulnerable and helpless, a stark contrast to her usual self, who would lean against the table with a cup in hand, teasing him.

Lin Feng looked at her reddened eyes, remained silent for a moment, and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll arrange the classes myself. I'll teach as many classes as I have time, and at least one or two when I'm busy."

Luo Ruoxi abruptly released his arm, took a step back and leaned against the edge of the desk, letting out a long sigh of relief, as if she had just walked back from the edge of a cliff.

She whispered "thank you," then turned around, pulled a tissue from the drawer, and gently dabbed her eyes. The movement was subtle, but Lin Feng still noticed it.

Luo Ruoxi stood by the window for a long time, holding a tissue, before slowly beginning to speak about the hardships she had endured over the years. No one could understand the bitterness and hardship a woman with no background or connections had to endure to build a high-end club in Hehai City.

There are always some married male customers who subtly hint that if she "knows what's good for her," they will book her place for a long time; there is also fierce competition among her peers, with one shop lowering its prices to poach customers today and another spreading rumors and causing trouble tomorrow, leaving her to shoulder all the blame.

If it were just these things, it wouldn't be so bad, but unfortunately, her father had accumulated huge debts from gambling in his early years, and she was the only daughter in the family. When the creditors came knocking on her door, she was still in high school.

My mother has always been in poor health, and a few years ago she was diagnosed with a serious illness. The medical expenses alone are an astronomical figure every day.

So she treated this yoga studio as her only lifeline, earning money, paying off debts, and treating her mother's illness. That's how she has managed to get through all these years.

Lin Feng recalled a line often heard in TV dramas: "A gambling father, a sick mother, she doesn't care, who will?"

He didn't say it aloud, but simply pulled two tissues from the tissue box and handed them over.

Luo Ruoxi took the tissue and wiped her eyes, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can. She took a deep breath, looked up and said, "You don't need to pity me."

I'm telling you all this not to soften anyone's heart, but simply to let you know just how important it is to me that you're willing to stay.

Lin Feng looked at her. The sophisticatedly dressed, perfectly made-up mature woman in front of him seemed to be a completely different person from the girl who had just been telling him her heartache with red eyes.

He stood up and said, "The class arrangements are settled then. I'll go change my clothes first. Sister Yang is still waiting for me in room number three today."

As he reached the door, Luo Ruoxi stood behind him and spoke calmly but earnestly, "If there's anything you can't tell others in the future, come to me. We can discuss anything."