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

He can overwhelm his opponent at the negotiating table, and he can also sit on her sofa in the early hours of the morning and chat with her about everyday matters.

The expression on his face when he said "No matter who touches my people, I will not tolerate it" in the office that day, and the tone in which he is now sitting in her armchair helping her analyze her career plan, are two faces of the same person, but each one is real.

"Mr. Lin, may I ask you a personal question?" Wang Yue hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage to speak. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Lin Feng turned his head to look at her, a faint smile curving his lips. "Yes. And more than one. It's not exactly a secret in the company; you've probably heard about it."

Wang Yue nodded.

She had indeed overheard her female colleagues in the administration department gossiping in the break room—it seemed that General Manager He of Tianlong Group and Chairman Shangguan of Longlin Group both had ambiguous relationships with General Manager Lin.

But hearing Lin Feng admit it so openly today still felt a bit unbelievable to her. "So...did they know about each other?"

"Some things I know, some things I don't know. This is a complicated matter that can't be explained in just a few words." Lin Feng turned his gaze to the window. The sky was beginning to lighten, and there was a faint hint of dawn on the distant horizon.

Wang Yue followed his gaze to the window and didn't ask any further questions. The two sat quietly like that, occasionally exchanging a few words, sometimes falling silent.

The air in the living room gradually shifted from initial tension and fear to relaxation and tranquility. As Wang Yue spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and before she knew it, she had closed her eyes and fallen asleep.

Her head was tilted on the sofa armrest, and one arm slid out from under the blanket and hung over the edge of the sofa, her fingertips slightly curled.

Lin Feng looked at her sleeping, stood up and pulled the summer blanket up to cover her exposed shoulders and arms.

Then he picked up the key from the coffee table, found the spare set from the shoe cabinet, went to the door and tried the lock a few times to confirm that the lock cylinder had not been damaged by the duplicated key.

He closed the door again, locked it from the inside, and then returned to the living room. He checked the time; it was almost five in the morning.

The breakfast stall downstairs should already be open. He tiptoed downstairs, bought soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tea eggs, and carried them up in a plastic bag to the dining table.

He tore another piece of paper from Wang Yue's notebook, wrote a few lines, and placed it under the soy milk cup.

"Take a good rest today, I'm giving you the day off. I've checked the door locks, so call me anytime if you need anything."

After doing all this, he gently closed the door and made sure it was locked before going downstairs. The morning light had already turned the streets in the neighborhood a pale gold, and several elderly men and women were already stretching their legs by the flower beds.

I started the car and drove towards Baijinhai.

Upon arriving at Bai Jinhai, he easily made his way to the fourth floor and pushed open the door to Shangguan Jinghong's bedroom. She was still asleep, her slender body wrapped in a dark gray silk nightgown, the hem of which was rolled up to mid-thigh, revealing a pair of smooth, fair legs.

His skin glowed white in the morning light, and he was completely hairless. The skin on his legs was as smooth as the glaze on porcelain.

Lin Feng took off his coat and quietly slipped into bed, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. Shangguan Jinghong, still half asleep, turned over, buried her face in his chest, and said in a hoarse voice, "You're back?"

Then she put an arm around his waist and fell asleep again. Lin Feng smelled the faint scent of white tea in her hair, closed his eyes, and quickly drifted off to sleep as well.

When he woke up, it was almost noon. Several messages from Wang Yue appeared on his phone screen—"President Lin, thank you for breakfast."

"I read that note, and I really don't know how to thank you enough."

"Don't worry, I'm fine now. I'll go back to work tomorrow." This was followed by several crying face and heart emojis.

Lin Feng smiled but did not reply.

He put his phone on the bedside table, turned over, hugged Hongjie's waist tightly, buried his face in her smooth back, and dozed off for a while.

Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival.

He had to go to Qingyuan to pick up Shen Qianqian. The girl had sent him a message a few days ago, saying that her grandfather had made a lot of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) with salted egg yolk and pork filling, just waiting for him to come and eat them.

However, even though the lock on the place Wang Yue is currently living in isn't broken, she still can't live there alone anymore.

Thinking of that doorman Xiao Zhou from yesterday—that kid is quite clever. He remembered to take another look after getting off work at one o'clock in the morning, and he knew to contact Kui Zi directly instead of going through the hierarchy to find someone else. He is very tactful in his actions.

It's a waste to put someone like that as a doorman at Bai Jinhai. He leaned against the headboard and told Shangguan Jinghong about it.

Shangguan Jinghong was sitting at the dressing table applying her signature dark red lipstick to her pale lips. After listening, she nodded and said that she had some impression of Xiao Zhou. He was indeed clever and perceptive. When he was filling in at the front desk before, several regular customers praised him for being good at handling things.

He asked Lin Feng what position he planned to assign him. Lin Feng thought for a moment and said that the security department was short of a team leader, so he could give him a try. If he could get the hang of it after a period of training, he could be promoted to a permanent position.

We'll also arrange new accommodation for Wang Yue; she can stay at the Keda Hotel for now, and later...

Shangguan Jinghong snapped the lipstick cap shut, glanced at him in the mirror, and a faint smile curved her lips. "You seem quite interested in that secretary."

Raymond Lam sat up in bed and put on a T-shirt, saying that anyone would have helped in that situation yesterday, and it had nothing to do with whether or not he was a secretary.

Shangguan Jinghong walked to the bedside, bent down, and gently touched the corner of his mouth with her dark red lips, saying that there was no need to explain, and that she was not angry.

Then she straightened up and adjusted the straps of her nightgown, saying that she would have someone arrange it later and that he should hurry up and wash up, since he still had to pick up Shen Qianqian.

After washing up and changing his clothes, Lin Feng had a simple lunch with Shangguan Jinghong at the restaurant.

At the dinner table, the two chatted for a few more minutes about Xiao Zhou's arrangements and the specific location of the staff apartment. Shangguan Jinghong said that the position of deputy head of the security department had been vacant for a while, and if Xiao Zhou was capable, he could secure the position.

After dinner, she straightened his shirt collar in the entryway and told him to be careful on the road. Lin Feng kissed her forehead, then turned and left.

I drove to Ye Qinghan's house first.

Ye Qinghan had already prepared all the gifts for the Dragon Boat Festival in advance—two boxes of high-end zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), a box of imported fruit, several boxes of health products, and a box of time-honored pastries that her grandfather had mentioned on the phone last time.

Today I wore a white short-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans, with white sneakers on my feet. My hair was loose over my shoulders, and I looked much younger.

I packed the gifts one by one into the trunk, saying that Qianqian had called yesterday to urge me to bring them back, saying that her grandfather had started wrapping zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) early in the morning and had wrapped dozens of them. He couldn't finish them all and insisted that I bring them back to share with my colleagues.

Lin Feng started the car, and Ye Qinghan sat in the passenger seat. The car left the city of Hehai and turned onto the expressway leading to Qingyuan.

He turned on the intelligent driving mode, placed one hand on the steering wheel, and naturally put the other hand on Ye Qinghan's thigh.

Through the thin fabric of her jeans, he could feel her thigh muscles tense slightly in his palm before slowly relaxing.

Ye Qinghan glanced at him sideways, said nothing, and simply leaned back in her seat. Her fingers rested on the back of his hand, her thumb gently circling his knuckles.

The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from the gray buildings of the city to rolling hills and lush green farmland.

Lin Feng tapped his fingers lightly on her thigh, suddenly remembering the time he went to Qingyuan to pick up Shen Qianqian in the cave.

Several months have passed, and after several rounds of development, Ye Qinghan's body has become fully mature, exuding a unique charm of a mature woman.

She used to be somewhat shy and restrained when lying in bed, but she gradually opened up. She became more and more proactive and involved.

"Qianqian said on the phone last time that the old man is closer to that dog than to her now." Ye Qinghan's voice pulled him back from his memories.

"That dog is really lovable. Last time I went there, the old man held it on his lap the whole time, and wouldn't let go even when he was playing chess."

Ye Qinghan turned her head to look out the window, a slight smile playing on her lips. After Shen Qianqian returned from her grandfather's house last time, she secretly told her that Lin Feng had behaved exceptionally well in front of her grandfather, and that her grandfather was now extremely satisfied with this grandson-in-law.

Then she suddenly changed the subject, asking Lin Feng how things were going at his company lately, and whether there were any loose ends regarding Lu Hao's matter. Lin Feng gently pinched her thigh with his fingers and said that everything had been taken care of.

The car drove smoothly on the highway, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the backs of the two people's clasped hands. Qingyuan was just ahead.