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

The next morning, Lin Feng had barely sat down in his office when his phone rang several times in a row.

First, the Municipal Planning Bureau called to say that the pre-sale permit for the school district housing project on Plot 5 had been approved, much ahead of schedule.

Then it was Deputy Director Lin of the Highway Bureau who called personally, saying that several leaders in the bureau were very satisfied after the last earthwork project was inspected, and that there were several municipal supporting projects to be tendered soon, so he should prepare for it.

Then came the news from Chaoyuan in Qingyuan that the karst cave rafting project in the tourist area had completed the construction of the last section of the river, and the trial rafting was very successful, so the official opening date could be brought forward.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping on his desk. Lately, their cooperation with government agencies had increased significantly, and the Shuke Group's reputation in Hehai City was now firmly established.

Previously hesitant partners are now proactively reaching out to us, and the number of contracts signed by the business department has increased compared to last month.

There was a knock on the door twice, and Wang Yue pushed it open and walked in. Today she was wearing a fitted white silk blouse and a black pencil skirt, which accentuated her neat and capable figure.

Lin Feng glanced over and noticed that she was wearing new stockings today. They weren't the previous plain black ones; the fabric had a delicate, subtle pattern that shimmered faintly under the office lights, extending from her ankles all the way down to the hem of her skirt. She paired them with black stiletto heels, the thin ankle straps accentuating the length of her calves.

She walked in carrying a tray, placed a water glass and several documents awaiting signature on the table, stood still, opened her notebook, and began to report on today's schedule.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and listened, his gaze occasionally falling on her, lingering on her for a little longer than usual.

After Wang Yue finished her report, seeing that Lin Feng did not respond, she looked up and followed his gaze. Her ears immediately turned hot, but she did not want to deliberately pull her legs back. She felt her heart beat faster.

Remembering how he casually complimented her on her stockings in the office last time, she became so nervous that she almost dropped her notebook, her mind a jumbled mess.

She hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to buy these stockings while shopping at the mall over the weekend. At the time, Su Hui kept encouraging her, saying, "Since your boss said black stockings look good, why don't you buy a few different styles?" Now that he was really staring at her, she didn't even know where to put her hands.

"The stockings are nice; these are more sophisticated than the last pair."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yue unconsciously pinched the hem of her skirt, her voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed nervousness, yet also a touch of quiet joy: "Thank you, President Lin. Um... Minister Lu said there's a project presentation at 2 PM this afternoon, and asked if you'd be available to attend?"

Lin Feng nodded and said it was fine, and told her to arrange it for 2 o'clock. Wang Yue closed her notebook and was about to leave when he called her back.

He picked up the documents on the table, flipped through them, and handed one to her, saying that there was a discrepancy in the contract amount for the greening project in the east of the city. The figure verified by the finance department was lower than that reported by the business department. He asked her to verify with both sides and issue a new copy.

Wang Yue took the document, quickly jotted down a few notes in her notebook, and then, stepping lightly out of the office in her newly bought high heels.

After finishing his work in the afternoon, Lin Feng's phone vibrated again. Yang Ru's name appeared on the screen. He answered the phone, and a familiar voice came from the other end, with a slightly lazy and hoarse tone, as if she had just landed.

"Coach Lin, I'm back. I just got home. When are you coming over?"

"I'll be there in half an hour." Lin Feng hung up the phone, grabbed his car keys, and went out.

Yang Ru had been away on a business trip abroad for three whole months; it would be a lie to say he didn't miss her. He drove to the upscale residential complex where Yang Ru lived and took the elevator straight upstairs.

The doorbell rang twice, and the door opened.

Yang Ru stood at the door, wearing a dark green silk nightgown, her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled. Three months of business travel abroad had darkened her complexion a little, but it only made her look even more radiant.

The nightgown features a simple V-neck design that accentuates the length of the neck, with a perfectly fitted waist and a flowing skirt that follows the curves of the body.

Before Lin Feng could speak, Yang Ru reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him towards her and standing on tiptoe to get closer.

In the instant their breaths mingled, a very soft groan escaped her throat. Lin Feng closed the door behind him, then gently pulled her against the wall in the entryway, one arm around her waist and the other lightly against her back, drawing her closer to him.

The two walked from the entrance hall to the living room, both of them slightly out of breath.

"I trained every day abroad according to the tasks you assigned, without missing a single day. Even the hotel fitness instructor praised me for my increasingly beautiful glutes." Yang Ru said, slightly out of breath, with a hint of pride in her eyes.

Lin Feng's fingers slid down her spine gently, stopping at her lower back, where he pressed lightly: "The results are remarkable; you're in even better shape than before you left."

"Whether it's good or not, Coach Lin has to personally check it out." Yang Ru stepped out of his arms and took his hand to walk upstairs. There was a dedicated yoga room on the second floor, with a full-length mirror covering one wall and dark cork flooring.

She had laid out the yoga mat in advance, with several bottles of mineral water and two clean towels next to it.

Releasing Raymond Lam's hand, she walked to the center of the yoga mat, stepped barefoot onto the cork floor, turned around and stood facing the mirror.

Lin Feng noticed a subtle change in her walking posture compared to three months ago. The coordination between her hip and thigh muscles was better, and with each step, the core and gluteal muscles were engaged effectively, showing that she hadn't been slacking off while abroad.

He took off his coat and stepped barefoot onto the yoga mat. The two stood facing each other, their figures reflected in the full-length mirror.

"Let's start with the cat-cow pose as a warm-up. You had a slight anterior pelvic tilt when you did this before you left; let me see if it helps."

Yang Ru knelt on the yoga mat, hands on the ground, and began to do the cat-cow pose. Her spine slowly rolled vertebra by vertebra, from her tailbone to her cervical spine, the movement as smooth as ripples on water. When she arched her back, her hips naturally extended upwards, and when she arched her back, her hips tightened and pulled inwards.

Lin Feng squatted down beside her, gently pushing her sacrum forward with his palm: "Turn your tailbone in a little more."

She adjusted her posture accordingly, making the curve of her waist shallower, which actually allowed her thoracic spine to open up more freely.

Yang Ru turned her head to look at him and said with a smile, "Every time I do the cat-cow pose abroad, I think of how you pressed my tailbone to correct my posture."

After warming up for about ten minutes, Yang Ru's forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

While doing Downward-Facing Dog, the hem of her silk nightgown slipped down to her waist, revealing her long, slender legs. Underneath the nightgown, she wore a pair of dark purple yoga shorts; the fabric clung to her body, clearly outlining her well-developed hip line, which appeared as a smooth, rounded curve when viewed from the side.

Three months of systematic training made her glute muscle activation more precise, and each muscle could tighten and stretch just right during the movements.

Lin Feng stood behind her, looking at his reflection in the mirror, and nodded to himself. Yang Ru's hip shape was among the best he had ever seen, a completely different type from Shangguan Jinghong's. Shangguan Jinghong had a natural advantage in bone structure, with a smooth and well-proportioned figure, while Yang Ru's lines were all the result of hard work and training; every inch of her toned body was the result of sweat.

Next is a sequence of Warrior II pose followed by a side angle extension pose, and finally a glute bridge specific exercise.

Yang Ru lay supine on the mat, knees bent and feet flat on the ground. As she inhaled, she slowly pushed her hips up. Her dark purple yoga shorts clung to her body, and at the highest point of the movement, her gluteal muscles were fully contracted, revealing the clear outline of the muscles working.

Lin Feng squatted down beside her, placed his hands on either side of her hip bones, and gently lifted her up: "Hold on, push a little higher."

Yang Ru bit her lower lip and lifted her buttocks up a little more, her gluteal muscles taut under his palm.

Her lower abdomen rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and the skin around her collarbone was tinged with a light pink from the exercise. Sweat dripped from her chin onto the yoga mat.

After resting for a while, she stood up and moved her hip joints. She walked to the mirror, turned around, faced away from the mirror, looked back at her reflection, and gently patted her hips, feeling the firm, elastic muscles.

"Coach Lin, how do you think my training has been these past three months? Tell me the truth."

Lin Feng walked behind her, and their figures were reflected in the mirror, one in front of the other. His gaze lingered on the curve of her hips in the mirror for a few seconds, then he reached out and gently placed his palm on her gluteal muscles, his fingers slightly curling to feel the condition of the muscles.

The muscles feel firmer and more elastic than they did three months ago, and the fibers of the gluteal muscles pulsate powerfully under my fingertips, showing the real marks of training.

"Excellent. Your glutes are in much better shape than before you left. Especially the gluteus medius, which is fuller than before, and the overall shape of your buttocks is smoother and more defined when viewed from the side. The firmness of the muscles has also improved a lot."

After hearing his evaluation, Yang Ru's lips curved into a satisfied smile. She turned to face him, and one of the straps of her nightgown accidentally slipped off her shoulder, revealing the lines of her shoulder and collarbone, her skin gleaming delicately under the light.

She tiptoed, gently wrapped her arms around his neck, brought her lips to his ear, and whispered, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.

"So...should we switch to a different training program next?"