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

Manager Sun looked to be almost sixty years old, with gray hair and wearing reading glasses. His face had a shrewdness and shrewdness that came with a lifetime of working in the banking system.

It's obvious that they know Shangguan Jinghong's background. Someone who can acquire a landmark property like the Keda Hotel in Hehai City is definitely not an ordinary businessman.

But he didn't ask any more questions. He simply read out the loan terms one by one at the meeting, and then had his assistant push the contract in front of Lin Feng and Shangguan Jinghong.

The initial loan of 50 million yuan was used for working capital and equipment procurement for the Longlin Group's subsidiaries, with the most favorable annual interest rate within the policy range.

Based on subsequent operating conditions and profit data, the bank will add another 30 million in credit line within three years.

When I came out of the bank after signing the papers, it was already dark outside.

Lin Feng followed Shangguan Jinghong back to Baijinhai. The two had dinner in the private suite attached to her office, and then Shangguan Jinghong went to the shower room. When she came out, she had changed into a dark purple silk slip dress.

Her nightgown reached mid-thigh, and she stood barefoot on the non-slip mat at the bathroom door, her toes painted with dark red nail polish.

She walked to the bedside and lay down, turning to face Lin Feng. The bedside lamp shone on her, revealing her still pale skin, untouched by sunlight, and her entire body was so smooth that there wasn't a single hair on her skin.

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It took her a while to recover. She reached for the bottled water on the bedside table, unscrewed the cap, took a few sips, and then handed it to him. "I was a little tired just now."

His voice was hoarse but steady, and his face returned to its usual indifferent expression, except that he couldn't suppress the curve of his lips.

Lin Feng leaned against the headboard, panting heavily. He took the bottle of mineral water and gulped down half of it, thinking to himself that this woman's constitution was indeed special; she always recovered much faster than others...

When Lin Feng woke up the next morning, the goji berry tea on the bedside table was already brewed and still steaming.

I picked it up and took a few sips, and my lower back still felt a little sore, and my head was a little dizzy. I must have over-exercised last night.

Shangguan Jinghong had already changed into his signature black long-sleeved shirt and was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him, a rare smile on his usually cold face.

She said the goji berries were delivered to her that morning; they were from Zhongning, Ningxia, and she had washed them several times before soaking them. Lin Feng put down the cup, his legs still a little weak when he stood up.

He first went to a pet store to pick up a Chinese rural dog that he had pre-ordered.

It's a purebred, with yellow and white fur, round eyes, erect ears, and a constantly wagging tail.

The pet store staff said the puppy was a little over two months old, had a gentle temperament, had already been dewormed and vaccinated, and wouldn't bite people randomly.

Lin Feng put the puppy in the pet carrier in the back seat, then drove his newly bought Cadillac onto the highway towards Qingyuan.

The trunk was crammed full of things: two boxes of premium Tieguanyin tea, a new set of Yixing clay teaware, several boxes of traditional brand pastries, a box of imported fruit, snacks for Shen Qianqian, and a few light autumn jackets.

These things were prepared by Kui Zi a few days in advance. The car drove for nearly two hours on the highway, and after exiting the highway, it turned into an alley lined with old locust trees on both sides.

The courtyard of Shen Qianqian's maternal grandfather's house was still the same as before. The leaves of the old locust tree at the gate were a bit yellower than when she last came, and a half-old bicycle was parked under the shade of the tree.

The courtyard gate was ajar, and the sound of a radio playing Peking Opera could be heard coming from inside.

Lin Feng pushed open the courtyard gate, carrying his things. Shen Qianqian was squatting in the yard picking green beans. She was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and light blue denim shorts, her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and there was a little mud on her baby face, probably from when she was turning over the vegetable garden.

Her long, white legs, barely visible beneath her shorts, were particularly striking in the afternoon sunlight. She looked up and saw Lin Feng, paused for a moment, then threw the green beans she was holding into the basin, ran over, and stood on tiptoe to hug his neck.

Lin Feng put down what he was holding and hugged her waist. She snuggled against him, then took a half step back, her eyes bright.

Just then, the puppy poked its head out of the pet cage and barked. Shen Qianqian looked down, her eyes widening in surprise, and squatted down to take the puppy out of the cage.

The puppy licked her fingers, its tail wagging like it had a motor. She stood up, holding the puppy, turned and called out to Grandpa into the house.

The old man walked out of the main room with a cane, wearing a white cotton undershirt. His hair was completely white, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper than when we last met, but he looked to be in good spirits.

As he walked to the middle of the yard, he saw the puppy that Shen Qianqian was holding and stopped in his tracks.

Shen Qianqian handed the puppy to him, saying it was a gift from Lin Feng. The old man reached out and took the puppy, which obediently lay down in his arms and licked his fingers with its tongue.

The old man looked down at the little guy in his arms, stroked the puppy's head, and slowly curved his lips into a smile. His eyes followed suit, and the wrinkles on his face gathered together as he smiled like a child who had received a new toy.

"This dog is of good breed and has a good frame. Look how well its ears stand up." The old man put the puppy on the ground, and the puppy ran around the yard, sniffing here and there, before running to the osmanthus tree in the corner and peeing.

The old man followed, leaning on his cane, bent down to examine the puppy's teeth and paws, then turned to Shen Qianqian and said, "Go get the radio from my room. I'll play some Peking Opera for Xiao Huang."

Shen Qianqian stood under the eaves, watching her grandfather chasing the puppy in the yard with his cane, and a smile curved her lips.

She turned her head to look at Lin Feng, reached out and put her arm around his, leaned against him, and spoke in a low voice, but her tone was full of happiness.

She said she hadn't seen her grandfather so happy in a long time. Ever since her grandmother passed away, he had spent his days listening to the radio and playing chess. Today was the first time she had ever seen him chasing a dog in the yard.

Lin Feng looked down at her face; the dimples on her baby face were shallow, and her big brown eyes reflected the shadows of the osmanthus tree and the sunlight in the courtyard.