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

After listening, Lu Hao leaned back in his chair and swirled his wine glass. He said, "Cooperation? Of course, we can discuss it, but let's talk about the specific terms." He paused, then his gaze drifted to Wang Yue, who was sitting next to Lin Feng. He raised his glass towards Wang Yue.

"Hey beautiful, why are you keeping your head down? Come on, have a drink with me."

Wang Yue looked up and forced a smile. "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, I don't drink alcohol."

"Can't drink? How can you not drink when you're Mr. Lin's secretary? Here, just one glass, just to show your appreciation." He pushed the glass towards Wang Yue, the curve of his lips carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

Lin Feng reached out and took the wine glass away. "Mr. Lu, my secretary said she doesn't drink. If there's anything you need, just talk to me."

Lu Hao's smile faded slightly. He placed his wine glass on the table, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Lin Feng with an undisguised provocation in his tone.

"President Lin is quite protective of his subordinates. But speaking of which, President Lin, could you part with this secretary? Name your price."

The air in the private room froze instantly.

Lu Hao has a bit of a leg fetish, but he doesn't usually show it. However, when he saw Wang Yue's legs, he felt an intense urge to get them.

She must have had the most beautiful long legs he had ever seen. She was just a secretary, and for him, any problem that could be solved with money wasn't a problem.

Wang Yue's face turned pale instantly. She gripped the hem of her work dress tightly under the table, and froze on the chair, not daring to move.

Chao Yuan's hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air. He opened his mouth as if to smooth things over, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Lin Feng stood up, picked up the glass of water in front of him, and slowly splashed the entire glass of water directly onto Lu Hao's face.

Lu Hao froze in his chair, water droplets dripping from his carefully styled hair, running down his cheeks and into his shirt collar, soaking a large area of ​​the front of his suit jacket.

It took me a while to realize what was happening.

He stood up abruptly, his arrogant expression vanishing completely, replaced by a ferocious look of rage and shame.

He cursed and threw a punch at Lin Feng. Lin Feng dodged to the side, grabbed his wrist, pulled him forward, tripped him, and threw him onto the carpet.

Lu Hao landed on his back with a dull thud, causing the wine glasses on the mahogany round table to shake a few times, spilling amber-colored wine that soaked the white tablecloth.

Grinning and trying to get up, Lin Feng pressed down on his shoulder with one hand and pushed him back to the ground. The force was not great, but the position was very accurate, locking his shoulder joint.

"You're already trying to hit on my people the first time we met? Are you blind? Get the hell out of here!"

Lin Feng released his grip, straightened up, and took a tissue from the table to slowly wipe the water stains off his fingers.

Lu Hao got up from the ground, clutching his sore shoulder. His suit jacket was askew, and his hair was still dripping wet. He looked extremely disheveled.

He gritted his teeth, stared at Lin Feng, and squeezed out a harsh word through gritted teeth.

"You wait. I'll remember you."

Lin Feng tossed the used tissue onto the table. "I'm waiting. I'm available anytime."

After Lu Hao left, Wang Yue remained seated, her fingers clutching the hem of her skirt. She looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with gratitude, fear, and a complex mix of emotions she couldn't quite define. Her lips moved several times as if she wanted to say something.

Lin Feng reached out to stop her from speaking, then turned to look at Chao Yuan. His face was expressionless, but his tone clearly revealed his displeasure.

"Chao Yuan, what kind of people are you introducing?"

Chao Yuan stood by the table, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His expression was one of shame and embarrassment. He said that he had only dealt with Lu Hao a few times on business and had no idea that the man was of such poor character.

Lin Feng didn't say anything more, since they would be cooperating in the future. He said a few more words before leaving.

After leaving the hotel, Lin Feng asked Wang Yue to drive him back to Baijinhai. The car was quiet the whole way, and neither of them spoke.

Wang Yue gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, but her mind kept replaying the scene in the private room where Lin Feng had splashed that glass of water on Lu Hao's face.

No one had ever stood up for her like this before, especially against an opponent of that caliber—the young master of the China Real Estate Group, someone even Chao Yuan had to fawn over.

After the car turned into the underground parking lot of Baijinhai, Lin Feng unbuckled his seatbelt but did not get out of the car immediately. He leaned back in his seat and remained silent for a while before turning his head to look at Wang Yue.

"I'm giving you a day off tomorrow, so get some rest. Don't take today's events to heart."

Wang Yue opened her mouth as if to say something, but Lin Feng had already pushed open the car door, gotten out of the car, and walked towards the elevator.

Watching his figure disappear into the golden door frame at the elevator entrance, his hands were still on the steering wheel, his fingers slightly curled.

Lin Feng took the elevator to the fourth floor.

Unable to find Shangguan Jinghong by the pool or at the gym entrance, they finally pushed open the door to the private gym. Inside, there was a dark gray non-slip floor, a whole wall of mirrors, and several sets of dumbbells and a cable machine standing in the corner.

Shangguan Jinghong was doing lat pulldowns with his back to the door, wearing a dark purple sports vest and matching tight shorts.

The vest is a cropped style, with two thin straps crossing over the bare back. The shallow groove of the spine extends down from between the shoulder blades and disappears into the waistband of the tight shorts.

The shorts clung tightly to her hips, clearly outlining the contours of her glutes. Her skin was almost glowing white under the gym lights, and a fine layer of sweat covered her back and arms. As she pulled down, the muscles on either side of her shoulder blades slid gracefully beneath her skin.

Hearing the door open, she released the lever and turned around. The front of the vest was not low, but it couldn't withstand the size of her two full breasts, which were so large that the fabric was stretched slightly tight, and the deep cleavage below her collarbone extended faintly from the edge of the neckline.

He picked up a towel from the shelf next to him and wiped the sweat from his neck. His pale cheeks were flushed with a rare rosy hue from the exercise.

Lin Feng leaned against the doorframe, watching her. Lately, he had noticed some subtle changes happening to Shangguan Jinghong.

She used to always be wrapped up in that tight black long-sleeved shirt, with the top button fastened, only her face and hands showing.

Now she will proactively wear these cropped workout vests, naturally showing her back and collarbone in front of him, and slightly curving the corners of her mouth when she pushes open the door to come in.

This change happened gradually after the two became intimate, and she herself may not have even realized it.

"What's wrong? You don't look well." She picked up the water bottle, took a sip, and leaned against the gantry, looking at him.

Lin Feng briefly recounted what had happened in Qingyuan that day. After listening, she put the kettle on the shelf, picked up a towel to wipe her hands, and spoke in that cold tone, but every word exuded a chilling certainty.

"Lu Hao. From China Real Estate Group? I'll have someone look into his father's social connections. Those who bullied you today will pay double in the future."