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

He Qianwen came out from behind her desk, sat on the single sofa next to him, and handed him the documents in her hand. "Tianlong Group is undergoing industrial transformation. Currently, the new energy vehicle agency business is growing rapidly, and I plan to shift the group's business focus in this direction. Although the traditional businesses of transportation and foreign trade are stable, the profit margins are getting thinner and thinner, which is not the optimal solution in the long run. We are already gradually reducing our investment in the intercity routes in Hehai City and several surrounding prefecture-level cities. Rather than letting the fleet sit idle, it's better to subcontract the routes to you."

Lin Feng took the document and flipped through it.

It contains detailed route subcontracting plans, covering fixed routes from Hehai to Binzhou, Hehai to Qingyuan, and several surrounding county-level cities, with each route marked with the estimated monthly freight volume and profit margin.

He didn't immediately express his opinion. He carefully reviewed the entire plan from beginning to end, and checked several key data points before looking up at He Qianwen.

"Sister He, who's running these routes now? If they're subcontracted to me, what will happen to the original fleet?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about." He Qianwen crossed her legs, the hem of her silk shirt clinging slightly to her body with the movement, outlining the soft curve of her waist. "These routes were originally run by a small fleet under the group, with old vehicles, low efficiency, and consistently high maintenance costs. I plan to merge them into your fleet—your Shuntong Logistics has better vehicles and more standardized management. Giving you the routes will be cheaper and more efficient. As for the original drivers, those who want to stay can be integrated into your fleet, and those who don't can be offered a buyout."

She paused, then handed over an unopened folder. "There's something else. The province recently introduced a new policy that provides subsidies for transportation companies replacing their vehicles with new energy vehicles. I've already had a cooperation agreement drafted. Tianlong Group will contribute its vehicles and routes as equity, taking a stake in Shuntong Logistics. We can discuss the specific percentage. This way, you can qualify for subsidies and access existing routes, while I can shed the burden of traditional business and focus on new energy vehicle agency services—a win-win situation."

Lin Feng placed both documents on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and pondered for a moment. This collaboration was truly a godsend for him.

While his billiards hall and foot massage parlor currently have stable cash flow, they are ultimately small, regional businesses. For Longlin Group to truly establish itself, it must have a sustainable and stable pillar industry. If Shuntong Logistics can leverage Tianlong's route and vehicle resources to expand, it can quickly cover surrounding prefecture-level cities and counties, building up its scale.

"Sister He, do you have a general idea of ​​the shareholding ratio?"

He Qianwen got up and walked to her desk, picked up a printed form and handed it to him. "I've done a preliminary calculation. Based on the vehicles, routes, and personnel, Tianlong will probably take about 30%. Don't worry, I can forgo the voting rights and only make a financial investment. The control of Shuntong will still be in your hands."

Lin Feng looked at the numbers on the form, remained silent for a few seconds, put down the form, and walked over to He Qianwen. "Sister He, you've really helped me a lot with this. Shuntong is currently lacking routes and vehicles the most, and you've essentially delivered a ready-made market to my hands."

"Last time at the hot spring club, didn't you say you'd be there whenever I called?" He Qianwen tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "What, now that it's my turn to help you, you're being all polite?"

Lin Feng didn't reply. He took half a step forward, reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

He Qianwen paused for a moment, then closed her eyes in response, gently placing her hand on his shoulder, her fingertips slightly curling.

After a brief moment of intimacy, the two returned to the villa together.

That evening, Lin Feng, wearing an apron, busied himself in the kitchen, fulfilling his promise to cook. He Qianwen, having changed into loose-fitting loungewear, leaned against the kitchen doorframe, holding a glass of red wine, quietly watching his busy figure.

Three dishes and a soup were quickly served: steamed sea bass, braised pork ribs, and garlic broccoli, accompanied by a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup. He Qianwen picked up a piece of fish, put it in her mouth, chewed it carefully, and her eyes crinkled into a smile. "With your cooking skills, you could open a restaurant right now."

After dinner, Raymond Lam helped wash the dishes, and the two sat on the sofa in the living room for a while to chat about the details of their future collaboration. Then, He Qianwen took him upstairs.

The second-floor bedroom had dark wood flooring, the curtains were drawn tightly, and a warm yellow bedside lamp emitted a soft light.

He Qianwen took out the dark purple yoga outfit from the closet and changed into it. The fitted fabric outlined her smooth body lines, and the thin straps crossed at the back, making her shoulders and neck look particularly beautiful.

Lin Feng first led her through a set of backbends to open her chest and stretch her shoulders and neck. Then he had her lie face down on a laid-out bath towel and massaged her back.

He gently pushed upwards from her lumbar spine with the heel of his palm, then gently pressed down on the nodule on the inside of her scapula with his thumb. He Qianwen groaned softly, burying her chin in her arm as her tense muscles gradually relaxed.

The massage lasted for more than 20 minutes. After it was over, He Qianwen turned over and lay flat on the bath towel. Her cheeks were flushed from the exercise, and her breathing had not yet fully calmed down.

She reached out and hooked her arm around Lin Feng's neck, pulling him down, and kissed his lips again.

What followed was a natural progression. The warm yellow light enveloped the room in a tender atmosphere as the two lay on the bed, their breaths mingling, and warmth gradually spread throughout their bodies.

It took nearly two hours to catch her breath. He Qianwen lay on Lin Feng's chest, panting heavily. Her hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead. The skin on her collarbone was flushed. She was completely limp and had no strength left.

With her last bit of strength, she gently punched Lin Feng on the shoulder, her voice hoarse with a hint of amusement: "Your stamina is getting better and better. I'm almost exhausted by you."

Lin Feng pulled the blanket over her back and gently massaged her neck with his fingers to relieve her sore muscles.

Soon after, He Qianwen fell asleep, her breathing steady and deep.

Lin Feng did not go to sleep immediately.

He leaned against the headboard, his fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on her back.

The women around him see him as a trustworthy partner and someone they can rely on to completely let their guard down.

All he can do is do what he's supposed to do and protect the people he's supposed to protect.

As for the rest, there's no point in thinking too much about it.