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

Luo Ruoxi pressed her face against Lin Feng's chest, listening to his heartbeat. The office was quiet, with only the slight hum of the air conditioner vents.

She closed her eyes and hugged him for a while before letting go, taking a step back and leaning against the edge of the desk, her hands braced against the edge, her two long legs, covered in flesh-colored stockings, crossed together.

"Business has been much slower while you were away. Although the trouble caused by Zuo Ning's people was eventually resolved, the members were frightened, and many suspended their memberships. Business is slowly recovering these past few days, but it's still far from what it used to be."

He reached out and picked up the ledger from the table, flipped through it, then closed it and threw it back on the table, a hint of helplessness in the curve of his lips.

"There's good news from my mom's side. After you helped me arrange for her to stay in the oncology rehabilitation ward of the affiliated hospital last time, the nursing care there has indeed become much more professional. Her condition has stabilized a lot recently, and she can sit up and drink porridge by herself. The day before yesterday, she even told me that she wanted to be discharged and go home. As for my dad, staying in there has actually made me feel less worried. Without him owing gambling debts outside, and with no one chasing after us and banging on the door, it's the first time in so many years that I feel like there's still some hope in life."

He spoke in a calm tone, but there was something in his eyes that he hadn't seen before—not the kind of forced strength, but a genuine relaxation.

Lin Feng leaned against the wall, watching her. "How about changing jobs? Dragon Scale is short-staffed right now. You can come and help me with administration; the pay is better than here."

Luo Ruoxi shook her head, straightened up, and walked up to him. Her high heels made her taller than usual, and her line of sight reached just to his chin.

She poked his chest with her finger, a playful gesture. "I'm being kept by you now, so keep your job. If you run away someday, at least I'll have somewhere to go. Besides, although there are fewer members here, the core members are still here, so keeping it running isn't a problem. You just need to come and teach me a few classes each week, okay? You can't say no."

Lin Feng looked into her eyes and remained silent for a while. This woman, who dared to hire him into the club when he had nothing, grabbed his arm and begged him not to quit when he was at his lowest point, and didn't shed a single tear when she herself was cornered at home by debt collectors.

What she wanted was never his money, but someone to lean on, someone who would finally give her a breather after all these years of hardship.

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then his fingers slid down to the back of her neck and gently pinched it.

"I'll have someone negotiate the acquisition of this building. Once it's bought, the property rights will be directly registered in your name. You can continue operating the club if you want, or rent it out if you don't. The annual rent will be enough for you and your mother to live on."

Luo Ruoxi was stunned.

She stared at Lin Feng for several seconds to make sure he wasn't joking, then the corners of her mouth slowly curved up.

She's not a gold digger. If she were after money, she wouldn't have rejected so many men who hinted at wanting to be her sugar daddy.

But who would refuse money?

Especially when it comes from someone you like. She then tiptoed closer to Lin Feng's ear, her voice low, her breath brushing against his earlobe.

"Boss Lin is so generous! When do you have time to discuss life? This is my first time here!"

Lin Feng reached out and gently patted her hip. "I'm busy these days. Get ready in a few days, all clean and refreshed."

Luo Ruoxi smiled and took a half step back, straightening the wrinkled collar of her shirt.

The two left the office. Xiao Wei was sitting behind the front desk organizing appointment forms. When she saw them come out, Luo Ruoxi still had a blush on her face that hadn't completely faded.

Xiaowei's gaze swept back and forth between the two faces, then she lowered her head and pretended to be focused on typing on the keyboard, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

Luo Ruoxi drove Lin Feng to the affiliated hospital.

The cancer rehabilitation ward is located on the top floor of the inpatient department. The corridor is covered with light green rubber flooring, and several landscape paintings hang on the walls. Unlike the pungent disinfectant smell in the ordinary wards downstairs, there is a faint floral fragrance in the air.

Luo's mother's complexion had indeed improved a lot. Although her hair was still gray, her skin was no longer as sallow and loose as before. She was leaning against the headboard, flipping through an old magazine.

The caregiver was tidying up the medicine boxes on the bedside table. When Luo's mother saw Lin Feng come in, she put the magazine on her lap, patted the chair next to the bed to make him sit down, and then held his hand and talked to him for a while.

She said Ruoxi has been in a much better mood lately. Before, every time she came to see her, she would force a smile, and as her mother, she could tell.

Now that Ruoxi is truly happy, she can finally relax.

After leaving the hospital, Lin Feng asked Kui Zi to do two things. The first was to help Luo Ruoxi rent a new apartment near Forest Peninsula, a high-end apartment with one unit per floor, close to the clubhouse, and with good security.

The second thing was to transfer 500,000 yuan from Long Lin's account to Luo Ruoxi's private account, and also to find out who owned that private club, as he wanted to meet with the owner.

Luo Ruoxi sat in the passenger seat. After hearing him finish his call, she turned her head to look at him, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something.

"Since you're being kept, you should act like one. You can stay in the house for now, and take the money. We'll talk about it if you need more." Lin Feng put his phone back in his pocket and started the car.

Luo Ruoxi was so moved that she couldn't wait to repay him with her body.

……

That evening, Lin Feng and Shangguan Jinghong met He Qianwen in a private room at a private restaurant.

He Qianwen arrived ten minutes early and had already ordered. Steamed sea bass, crab roe tofu, and steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli were all signature dishes of this restaurant.

She was wearing a dark green silk shirt, her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she wore gold-rimmed glasses. There were two documents spread out in front of her, and she was marking something on them with a pen.

Seeing Lin Feng and Shangguan Jinghong push the door open and come in, she took off her glasses and placed them on the table, gesturing for them to sit down. She said that the dishes had been ordered, and that today was mainly for discussing serious business, while also celebrating Lin Feng's safe return.

Shangguan Jinghong sat down opposite He Qianwen, still wearing his signature black long-sleeved shirt, with the top button fastened.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and his gaze fell on the documents in front of He Qianwen. Without beating around the bush, he got straight to the point.

Regarding future cooperation between the two companies!