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

In the days following his departure from Luo Ruoxi's house, Lin Feng's schedule was packed.

The basic renovation of the first floor of all seven billiard halls has been completed. The renovation company is indeed efficient, working overtime to finish the project a few days ahead of schedule.

The floor is covered with dark gray non-slip tiles, the walls are painted with dark-toned latex paint, all the spotlights have been installed, and the pool tables have been brought in one after another.

The progress on the second-floor foot massage area is a little slower. The partitions for the private rooms have been erected, the water pipes and electrical wiring have been laid, and the shower equipment is being installed. At the current pace, it should be fully operational before the university starts.

Since that night at the hot spring club, He Qianwen has been in an unprecedentedly passionate state for several days.

She messages Raymond Lam almost every afternoon, sometimes asking if he's coming over for dinner, sometimes just sending him a selfie in her office.

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He Qianwen, a woman, is able to control such a large enterprise as Tianlong Group and keep those old foxes on the board of directors completely under her thumb. She must have her own methods.

He Qianwen shared her insights without reservation, discussing everything from how to design a company's equity structure to ensure control, to where the key nodes in supply chain management are, and how to deal with the government and gain an advantage in bidding—she spoke freely about whatever came to mind.

Lin Feng listened attentively, sometimes even jotting down key points on his phone. Seeing his focused expression, He Qianwen couldn't help but laugh and say, "If you came to work for my company, I'd make you a vice president."

Lin Feng said no, he hadn't even sorted out his own mess yet.

The gray industry is definitely off-limits in the short term. The province's anti-drug and anti-prostitution campaign is still ongoing. Shen Ping has declared that he will eradicate the entire province's drug network within three months. At this time, anyone who dares to step forward is courting death.

Billiard halls and foot massage parlors are legitimate physical service industries, so they are not afraid of inspections or crackdowns and have a stable customer base.

Zuo Ning's side was utterly defeated, and the atmosphere on the street was so tense that even Bai Jinhai only dared to sell alcohol in a proper manner.

But Sister Hong still has quite a few brothers who rely on her for a living. Bai Jinhai's "princesses" and the henchmen in the card room add up to dozens of people, and they can't be allowed to go hungry.

Lin Feng's idea was simple: first, stabilize the three legitimate businesses he had on hand.

Hongjie's subordinates still had many people to eat, so Bai Jinhai's princesses temporarily moved to the second-floor foot massage area to work as professional technicians.

A billiards hall combined with foot massage is a low-cost, low-risk business with a quick return on investment. Once you've established a foothold, you can consider expanding the scale.

Two days later, Lin Feng contacted Yang Ru and said he would go to her house for a lesson that day.

Yang Ru sent her a location; it was a high-end residential area in the south of the city, not far from Forest Peninsula, but quieter, surrounded by detached villas and garden apartments.

When Raymond Lam arrived, it wasn't dark yet. He rang the doorbell and waited for half a minute before the door opened.

Yang Ru was wearing a dark gray vest and black yoga shorts. Her hair was loose over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing makeup, but her skin was very well-maintained, with almost no fine lines around her eyes.

She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, her toes painted with light pink nail polish. She looked much more relaxed than she had been at the club, and the straight curve of her lips had turned up slightly.

Her house is very large, at least 160 or 170 square meters. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room face the central garden of the community, and the setting sun shines in through the windows, spreading a warm yellow light on the floor.

The decor is minimalist, with gray tones as the main color. There isn't much furniture, but each piece is of high quality.

Several black-and-white photographs hang on the wall, and a grand piano stands in the corner with an open sheet music on its lid.

The entire space is as clean as a showroom, but it has a more lived-in feel than a showroom.

A half-finished cup of black tea sat on the coffee table, and a neatly folded thin blanket was draped over the sofa.

It must be a lot of work for one person to clean such a big house. But Yang Ru seems to be the kind of person who would wipe every corner spotless.

While Lin Feng was busy in the kitchen, Yang Ru leaned against the kitchen door frame watching him, holding a glass of red wine in her hand.

Watching Lin Feng skillfully chop and stir-fry vegetables, she said, "I didn't expect you could cook." Lin Feng poured the green pepper strips into the pan, and the oil sizzled. She said, "Sister He also said the same thing. Don't you all think that guys can't cook?"

Yang Ru said it wasn't that she thought guys couldn't cook, but that she felt someone so young shouldn't know how. Lin Feng smiled and said, "Children from poor families mature early."

The three dishes and one soup were served. They didn't look as good as He Qianwen's, but they tasted very homey.

Yang Ru picked up a piece of braised pork rib and put it in her mouth. After chewing a few times, her eyebrows twitched slightly. Then she put down her chopsticks and went to the liquor cabinet to take out a bottle of foreign liquor.

The labels on the bottle were all in English. She said it was brought back from Scotland by a friend, and they hadn't found a suitable opportunity to open it until tonight.

The amber-colored liquor was poured into glasses, and the two clinked glasses. The liquor went smoothly on the palate, without any harshness, and had a slightly sweet aftertaste.

After a few drinks, Yang Ru became noticeably more talkative. She rested her chin on one hand and twirled her glass with the other, watching the liquid swirl under the light.

When talking about work, he mentioned that the company has been under a lot of business pressure lately, and that he used to have a dog, but it died of old age and he hasn't had one since.

Lin Feng listened, occasionally interjecting a word or two. He discovered that Yang Ru was actually a very interesting person; she liked black and white photography, classical music, and traveling alone, and had a discerning taste in life.

This kind of person doesn't seem like someone with any special fetishes at all, but Lin Feng knows that appearances can be deceiving.

Sure enough, Yang Ru picked up her wine glass and took another sip, then suddenly changed the subject to herself.

Her voice was a little lower than before, and her gaze was fixed on the spot of light on the table instead of looking into Lin Feng's eyes.

She said that during her school years, in order to get good grades, she would often self-harm to improve her concentration.

At first, I would just bang my head against the wall before exams, but then I realized that would be too obvious and my classmates would notice, so I changed it to secretly pinching the inside of my arms with my fingernails. Every day when I came home, my arms were covered with curved fingernail marks.

The pain kept her mind clear; it felt like a taut string being suddenly plucked, allowing her to concentrate intensely for a short period of time.

She consistently ranked at the top of her class in school. She didn't know if it was a coincidence or if this method really worked, but it became a kind of dependency.

Even after starting work, I couldn't completely get rid of this habit.

When she's under a lot of pressure, she'll prick her fingertip with a needle to draw blood, or go out and run five kilometers without stopping until her legs go numb.

However, this self-stimulation will decrease with frequency, just like a credit card that has been swiped too many times will eventually become insufficient.

She tried seeing a psychologist, who said it was a type of compulsive behavior and prescribed medication for a while, but it didn't help much, so she stopped taking it.