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

In the afternoon, he went to the parking lot of Shuntong Logistics.

Old Qian was squatting next to the truck smoking when he saw him coming. He stood up and dusted off his pants.

The other drivers were playing cards in the break room. When they saw him push the door open and come in, some immediately stood up to offer him a seat, some went to the water dispenser to get water, and others picked up an unopened pack of cigarettes from the coffee table and handed it to him.

Lin Feng didn't put on airs like a boss. He pulled up a chair, sat down, and took the cigarette Lao Qian offered. Although he didn't usually smoke, he lit it anyway.

Then I started listening to these grown men in sports cars ramble on. Old Qian said his son got a perfect score in math on his midterm exam, ranking first in his class, and his wife was so happy that she cooked him two extra dishes.

His son is currently in the second grade at the Experimental Primary School. He transferred there last semester, and Lin Feng asked Kui Zi to help with the transfer.

Young driver Xiao Liu said that recently a girl has been frequently buying soy milk from the breakfast stall next to the parking lot, and he runs into her every time he comes back from a trip.

Someone nearby started joking, saying that the departure time could be adjusted, and that the driver could leave whenever they wanted. The break room was filled with laughter, and the swirling smoke was mixed with various rough shouts and curses.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and listened to the group of people bragging and chatting. He felt much more comfortable than signing documents in the office.

His phone vibrated a few times in his pocket; it was a WeChat message from Ye Qinghan. He opened it and read it. The message was in a normal tone, saying that there were a lot of things piling up at the bureau that needed to be dealt with, and the counter-terrorism drills still needed to be carried out. He hoped that they could continue to meet at the yoga studio and maintain normal teacher-student communication in the future.

Looking at the words on the screen, Lin Feng could imagine how carefully she considered her words as she typed them.

She replied with a "yes," then added, "Take care of yourself and don't overwork yourself." A few minutes later, Ye Qinghan replied with "You too," without any emojis.

In the evening, Kui Zi called to say that she had contacted the owner of the building in Forest Peninsula.

The other party is a boss surnamed Sun who started in the building materials business and has transformed into commercial real estate in recent years.

The three-story commercial building where Luo Ruoxi's club is located is one of his assets. Kui Zi had already arranged a meeting time, and the other party said that anytime was fine, showing a very straightforward attitude.

That same evening, Lin Feng met Mr. Sun at a teahouse next to Club No. 3.

The man looked to be in his early sixties, with gray hair, wearing a dark gray polo shirt and an old-fashioned watch with a slightly yellowed dial. He didn't look like a multi-millionaire boss, but rather like a retired high school teacher.

He got straight to the point, saying that he was getting old, his only son was working in another city, and that he was gradually liquidating his assets. He had originally planned to sell this building, but he hadn't found a suitable buyer yet.

Then he suddenly changed the subject and asked Lin Feng if he had any connections with the leaders of the Municipal Bureau.

Lin Feng didn't answer immediately, but instead picked up his teacup, took a sip, and asked Boss Sun why he asked that.

Mr. Sun rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat troubled. He said his son had taken the civil service exam this year, passing both the written and oral tests, but was stopped at the background check stage.

Without beating around the bush, he said that if Lin Feng could help his son resolve his issues within the system, the transfer price of the building would be negotiable, and could even be lower than the market price.

He had inquired and knew that Raymond Lam had connections in this area.

Lin Feng put down his teacup and asked him what his son's name was and which department he had applied to.

Boss Sun gave his name, saying he was applying to the Urban Planning Bureau of Hehai City. Lin Feng nodded, then immediately took out his phone and sent a message to Ye Qinghan, briefly explaining the situation and his name.

About half an hour later, Ye Qinghan replied that she had asked the personnel department of the Municipal Planning Bureau and found that a candidate had indeed been blocked in the political review process because a certificate of grassroots training in his file was incomplete, which was a procedural issue that could be corrected.

She has already asked someone to retrieve the files for re-examination, and the results should be available in a few days.

A short while later, Mr. Sun received a call from his son, and his eyes welled up with tears. His son told him that the personnel department of the planning bureau had just notified him to submit supplementary materials, saying that once the review was approved, the job could be announced and the employee hired.

Mr. Sun put down his phone, took a few deep breaths, and then said that the price of the building would be reduced by another 20% on top of what was previously agreed upon, and the contract would be signed now.

Lin Feng had Kui Zi bring out the pre-prepared contract, and the two parties signed it in a private room at the teahouse. In the property owner's name section of the contract, Lin Feng filled in Luo Ruoxi.

The next morning, Lin Feng took the signed contract to Club No. 3 and placed it on Luo Ruoxi's desk.

Luo Ruoxi had just finished teaching a yoga class to a member. She hadn't changed out of her yoga clothes yet, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her face still had a flush from exercising.

He picked up the contract and flipped through it. When he saw his name on the last page, his finger stopped at the edge of the page.

She looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes slowly reddening, then stood up from her office chair, walked around the desk, and stood in front of him.

"When you said you wanted to buy this building last time, I thought you were just saying it casually. Do you even know how much this building is worth? You just put my name on it like that?"

Lin Feng leaned against the edge of his desk, looking at her. "How much money you're worth isn't important. What's important is that you'll be collecting the rent from this building from now on. No matter how well the club does, you and your mother will be financially secure. I said I'd take care of you, and I can't just keep talking."

Luo Ruoxi covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders trembling slightly, and it took her a while to put her hand down.

Tears clung to her eyelashes, but her lips curved into a smile. She took two steps forward and pushed Lin Feng into the office chair.

After the kiss, she buried her face in his neck and said in a muffled voice, "Don't leave tonight. I have to thank you properly tonight."

Lin Feng said that he had to go to the freshman party that night, since it was the first event of the semester and it wouldn't be right not to go.

Luo Ruoxi lifted her head from his neck and wiped away the tears on her face with her fingers. "As long as you have countless things, I'll wait for you no matter how late it is."

Lin Feng agreed.

The freshman welcome party at Hohai University was held in the gymnasium. The stage was set up in the middle of the venue, and the lighting and sound equipment were professional equipment rented from outside.

When Lin Feng arrived, the party had already started. He and his roommates, including Song Yang and Fatty, were standing in the back row of the venue, leaning against the wall.

Song Yang held a bottle of cola in his hand, and while drinking it, he pointed towards the stage with his chin and said that the quality of this year's freshmen was quite good.

The fat man munched on potato chips and mumbled, "Especially those dancers, their legs and waists are just amazing."

The female students these days definitely dress much bolder than when they first entered university. Several girls performing modern dance on stage were wearing cropped tank tops and tight hot pants, their skin dazzlingly white under the stage lights.

Among the freshmen in the audience, there were also many girls wearing miniskirts and tank tops. Some were looking down at their phones, some were whispering to each other, and occasionally a few sharp laughs would break out.

Lin Feng was replying to Kui Zi's message when he suddenly felt someone next to him. Looking up, he saw a girl with pigtails standing next to him.

She was wearing a bright pink tank top, the fabric stretched slightly tight, and a white pleated mini skirt that reached just to her upper thigh.

She looked up at Lin Feng, holding up her phone screen which displayed a WeChat QR code.

"Senior, can I add you on WeChat? I'm a freshman this year and I'd like to ask you some questions about course selection."

Lin Feng looked at the QR code on her phone screen and was about to speak when he suddenly felt an arm reach out from the side and take his arm, and then a soft body pressed against his side.

Shen Qianqian stood next to him, one hand linked with Lin Feng's arm, the other hand naturally placed on her waist.

Today she was wearing a light blue, tight-fitting knit top. The close-fitting fabric outlined the contours of her chest in every detail, making it bulge out from below her collarbone and then abruptly narrow at her waist, forming an exaggerated curve.

She wore a white pleated mini-skirt, the hem of which just covered mid-thigh, revealing two long, gleaming white legs extending from beneath the skirt, and white canvas shoes on her feet.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at the girl with pigtails. Her baby face had a sweet smile, but her eyes were anything but sweet.

"You can ask your academic advisor about course selection. My boyfriend's schedule is already full this semester, so I can't help you."

The girl with pigtails glanced at Shen Qianqian, her gaze lingering for a moment on Shen Qianqian's two high, full breasts. Then she looked down at herself, her expression changing from confidence to self-deprecation.

He put his phone away, said sorry for bothering him, and turned around and walked quickly back to the new student formation.

Shen Qianqian waited until she was far away before letting go of Lin Feng's arm, and then pinched Lin Feng's waist.

The force wasn't heavy, but the position was very precise, pinching exactly the same spot that Su Mengya had pinched before.

She lowered her voice and said that from now on, anyone coming to the freshman party must register in advance, and she would accompany them personally to prevent those younger female students from taking advantage of the situation.

Lin Feng looked down at her face; her doll-like face was serious, and he couldn't help but smile. "Your way of asserting your dominance is quite unique." Shen Qianqian rested her head on his shoulder without saying anything, but tightened her grip on his arm.