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

After a week at work, the situation my boyfriend described never happened.

One day at noon in the break room, she overheard several colleagues chatting. One of the older employees, who had been transferred from Tianlong Group, said, "President Lin and that President He from Tianlong Group have quite a relationship." Another, who had come from Longlin, added, "And what about the female boss of Longlin? I heard they have a private swimming pool on the top floor of Platinum Sea."

Wang Yue listened quietly to the sound of her coffee cup, glancing down at herself. Compared to women of He Qianwen's and Shangguan Jinghong's stature, she was practically a high school student who hadn't even graduated yet.

When I got back, I told Yuan Hui about it in a message. I said that any of the women around President Lin were capable and independent women, so why would he be interested in a secretary like me who had only graduated two years ago? But he didn't think so, and the two of them almost had another fight.

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Lin Feng had just hung up the phone when there was a knock on his office door.

Wang Yue pushed open the door and came in, holding two documents that needed his signature. One was the preliminary exploration budget approval form for Plot No. 5 submitted by the Engineering Department, and the other was a letter of intent for bidding for a medium-sized municipal project handed over by Lu Fei from the Business Department.

She walked to the desk, bent down slightly, laid the documents flat in front of Lin Feng, then stepped back and stood still, her hands naturally folded in front of her, waiting for him to review them.

Lin Feng picked up a pen and scanned the budget sheet, confirming that the key data was correct, and then signed it.

He then opened the letter of intent to bid and saw that Lu Fei had circled the names of several members of the project evaluation committee in red on the last page, with several question marks next to them.

The preferences and decision-making styles of these individuals have not yet been determined.

Lin Feng wrote a line below Lu Fei's annotation: "Try asking around with General Manager Chao; he should know someone in the Qingyuan construction system." Then he signed the letter of intent.

He handed the two documents to Wang Yue.

My gaze lingered on her for a moment. Her work shirt and pencil skirt, worn for a week, had become much more comfortable. Only her long, slender legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, extended from under the hem of the skirt, gleaming faintly in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the French windows.

Her legs were the most beautiful he had ever seen on a woman; the proportions from her thighs to her knees to her calves and ankles were perfect.

He suddenly chuckled, his tone slightly teasing as he spoke.

"Xiao Wang, with legs like that, wearing black stockings would make you look even more elegant. You could try it next time."

Wang Yue paused for a moment as she took the document, and her ears turned red at a visible speed, spreading from her earlobes to the edge of her earlobes.

She moved her lips as if to say something, but her mind went blank, and she had no idea what to say. In the end, she just lowered her head and mumbled an "Mmm," then quickly left the office with the documents in her arms.

Back at her secretary's desk, Wang Yue placed the documents on the table, cupped her cheeks in her hands, and felt the skin in her palms still burning.

She looked down at her legs; her calves, encased in flesh-colored stockings, extended from under her skirt, her ankles so slender that the shape of her knuckles was visible.

She pondered Lin Feng's words repeatedly. Was it a casual joke, advice about her professional image, or something else entirely?

She recalled what her female colleagues in the administration department had said during a casual chat: that proper attire is part of professional etiquette for positions such as receptionist, secretary, and public relations.

When I worked at a foreign company, my female colleagues in the administration department would change into a different color of stockings every day, rotating between black, gray, and navy blue, matching their skirts and shoes for the day, and no one ever thought there was anything wrong with it.

Wang Yue hesitated for a while before finally opening the shopping app on her phone and hesitatingly entering a few keywords into the search bar.

A long list of products popped up on the screen. She flipped through several pages, added a few items to her cart, deleted them, added them back, and repeated this process several times, but in the end, she still didn't place an order.

I turned off my phone and placed it face down on the table, thinking I'd take another look.

Before she could recover from her dilemma, the landline rang. Lin Feng's voice came through the receiver, saying that she would be going out with him later to buy some things, and that he was treating Director Lin to dinner that evening, and asked her to come along.

Wang Yue responded, picked up her notebook and pen, thought for a moment, then touched up her lipstick, checked her appearance against the dark border of the computer screen, and then quickly walked towards the elevator.

Lin Feng was already waiting in the car.

Wang Yue opened the back door and got in. The car was very quiet, with only the faint hum of the air conditioning vents.

Lin Feng glanced at Wang Yue in the back row and thought to himself that this secretary was quite interesting. The way she blushed to the roots of her ears from that teasing remark in the office just now showed that she was the kind of girl with a traditional upbringing who hadn't been much of a socialite.

This instinctive shyness is innate and cannot be faked. However, her professional skills are indeed excellent; she is clear-headed and meticulous in her work. Given time, she should be able to develop these qualities.

He sighed inwardly. He was now her boss, and she seemed to have a boyfriend. It was best to keep some jokes to a minimum.

The car first arrived at the most upscale luxury shopping mall in Hehai City. Lin Feng led Wang Yue straight to the luxury goods section on the first floor, strolling among the glittering shops at a leisurely pace, as if they were shopping in the supermarket downstairs from their own home.

I first picked out a few classic women's handbags, touched the leather of each one with my fingers, and finally chose three different colors to have the sales assistant bag them.

Wang Yue stood to the side, staring wide-eyed at the price tags on the bags. The cheapest one cost her several months' salary.

After paying, Lin Feng carried the shopping bags out. He passed a Moutai specialty store and went in. He asked the clerk to bring out three cases of aged Moutai from the warehouse. He then went to the tobacco counter next door and got five cartons of high-end cigarettes. The outer packaging was a dark gold-stamped gift box, and you could tell from the box that it was expensive.

From the moment he entered the mall until he left, it was only a short time, but the amount of money he spent was already an astronomical figure in Wang Yue's eyes.

When I go grocery shopping, I only buy things that are on sale. I bought a jacket on sale last year during Singles' Day, but I haven't worn it more than a few times this year.

Lin Feng stopped in front of a display case in the luxury goods section, pointed to a women's handbag priced at over 8,000 yuan, turned to Wang Yue and said, "This one suits you. Pick a color and I'll give it to you."