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

During her time working at Shuke, she witnessed firsthand how other companies treated their employees, but she had never seen a boss like Lin Feng, who had the word "motivation" ingrained in his very being.

After signing the contract, Director Sun insisted on treating Lin Feng to dinner, saying that he hadn't had enough of the famous Huaiyang cuisine restaurant in Suzhou last time and that he had to make up for it today.

Lin Feng declined a couple of times but then agreed, since the two sides had a pleasant working relationship and it was only natural to have a meal together.

That evening, in a private room at a time-honored Huaiyang cuisine restaurant in Suzhou, Director Sun was accompanied by several senior executives from Jiangnan New Energy.

The crystal chandelier illuminated the entire private room, and several exquisite cold dishes were already laid out on the mahogany round table.

Wang Yue went back to the hotel and changed her clothes. She took off her dark gray business suit and put on a light blue fitted dress with the hem reaching mid-thigh, and wore a beige short cardigan over it.

She was no longer wearing black stockings, her two long, straight legs were bare, and she wore a pair of silver strappy high heels.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a layer of glossy lip gloss adorned her lips, making her appear exceptionally beautiful under the warm yellow light of the private room. As she walked past Raymond Lam, the faint, refreshing scent of shampoo wafted over.

Several young executives next to Director Sun looked at Wang Yue with somewhat unfocused eyes.

One of the salesmen was holding a wine glass, ready to offer a toast, when he saw Wang Yue walk in, and the glass in his hand almost slipped.

But he quickly regained his composure, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Lin Feng and Wang Yue before wisely deciding to focus all his attention on Lin Feng.

"President Lin, Manager Yong, who came with you last time, isn't here. Instead, this beautiful secretary is here. Your company is getting more and more prestigious." Director Sun personally poured wine for Lin Feng and said with a smile.

"Yonghu was just promoted to Minister of Transportation and is busy setting up a new department at Hohai. I'll bring him over for drinks next time. Wang Yue is my secretary; she's very capable," Lin Feng said, raising his glass to clink with Director Sun's.

Wang Yue was a little embarrassed by the praise, lowered her head slightly, and unconsciously smoothed the hem of her skirt with her fingers. "Mr. Sun, you flatter me. I was just doing what Mr. Lin asked me to do."

"You're too modest, Secretary Wang. Here, let me toast you." Director Sun raised his glass to Wang Yue.

Wang Yue raised her glass and clinked it against Director Sun's, taking a small sip. Although she hadn't drunk much, her alcohol tolerance had improved considerably. After a few glasses of red wine, her cheeks were only slightly flushed, and she still spoke fluently, even managing to interject a few words at appropriate times to lighten the mood.

When Director Sun was talking to Lin Feng about the changes in the new energy subsidy policy, she quietly reminded Lin Feng that Deputy Director Lin of the Highway Bureau had also mentioned a similar policy trend last month, allowing Lin Feng to smoothly continue the conversation.

Watching this scene from across the room, Director Sun secretly admired the secretary, thinking that she was not only good-looking but also highly capable.

The meal was very enjoyable. Director Sun was a local of Suzhou, with a generous personality and a high alcohol tolerance. He kept pulling Lin Feng to drink one glass after another.

Both parties made money from the last collaboration, and this time they signed another big deal, so the atmosphere at the dinner table was exceptionally relaxed and harmonious. Wang Yue sat next to Lin Feng, helping him fend off several rounds of drinks and occasionally serving him food and tea.

After a few rounds of drinks, Director Sun began to talk to Lin Feng about their respective companies' future plans, saying that Jiangnan New Energy plans to set up an after-sales service station in Jiangbei Province to specifically serve customers in the Hehai area.

Lin Feng said this was a good idea, because in the future, Shuntong and Shuke's vehicle maintenance and upkeep could be handled locally, without having to travel to Suzhou every time.

After dinner, Director Sun had someone drive them back to the hotel. Lin Feng had drunk a bit too much, and his steps were a little unsteady, but he was still relatively sober.

Wang Yue helped him out of the car, holding his coat in one hand and supporting his arm with the other.

After entering the hotel lobby, Lin Feng leaned against the elevator wall with his eyes closed, his breath reeking of alcohol, and one of the buttons on his shirt collar had been undone by himself.

Wang Yue stood beside him, her fingers gripping the cuff of her coat, her heart beating faster than usual.

Wang Yue had booked this hotel at Hohai University.

When the elevator arrived at the floor, Wang Yue helped Lin Feng to the suite door, took the room card from his pocket, and opened the door.

The lights in the suite came on. The living room was spacious, and the sofa and coffee table were neatly arranged. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the night view of Suzhou, with the traffic on the elevated highway in the distance forming flowing ribbons of light in the night.

The two bedrooms are located on either side of the living room, each with its own bathroom.

Wang Yue helped Lin Feng to the bed in the master bedroom and laid him down. He sank into the soft mattress, his breathing heavy and even. Two buttons of his shirt collar were undone, revealing a small section of slightly reddened skin below his collarbone.

Wang Yue stood by the bed, looking down at him, her mind churning with various thoughts. She remembered that early morning when he sat on her sofa and talked to her all night; she remembered him saying in the office, "No one can tolerate anyone who touches my people"; she remembered how he threw that glass of water in front of Lu Hao without looking back.

Then she took a deep breath, bent down to take off his leather shoes and place them by the bed, and reached out to unbuckle his belt. She

Her fingertips trembled slightly when they touched the metal buckle of the belt. The buckle snapped open, and her fingers lingered on his waistband for a moment before quickly withdrawing.

She mentally scolded herself for thinking such nonsense, reminding herself that this was her boss who was drunk and needed her care.

I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, and told myself that I was just fulfilling the basic duties of a secretary.

Then she pulled the blanket over him and dimmed the bedside lamp. Just as she was about to stand up, Lin Feng suddenly rolled over, his arm unconsciously draped over her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Wang Yue's body stiffened instantly. She could feel Lin Feng's breath on the back of her neck, carrying a strong smell of alcohol and warm body temperature.

His palm rested on her thigh, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the outside of her thigh through the thin fabric of her dress. His nose brushed against her neck, and his lips accidentally touched her earlobe.

Wang Yue squatted by the bed, not daring to move, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

Then she heard a very low and indistinct murmur in her ear—"Don't go"—the voice was very soft and deep, like someone speaking in a dream.

Then his arms slowly loosened, he turned over and continued to sleep, his breathing steady and even.

Wang Yue quickly stood up and took two steps back, leaning against the wardrobe, panting heavily, her fingers gripping the hem of her dress.

Her cheeks flushed red from her cheekbones to her ears, and the leg that Lin Feng had touched was still slightly hot. She quickly left the master bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar, and returned to the living room, raising her hand to touch her still-burning earlobe.

My heart raced for a long time before it slowly calmed down.

Back in my room, I took a shower, changed into my pajamas, and lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, the scene from earlier replaying in my mind.

She lay there for an unknown amount of time before sitting up and getting out of bed. She tiptoed into Lin Feng's room and, by the light of the small nightlight in the hallway, saw that Lin Feng was still sleeping peacefully, with the blanket still in the same position she had just covered him with.

I stood at the door for a moment to make sure he hadn't kicked off the blankets or seemed unwell, then quietly slipped out and closed the door ajar again.

Staring blankly at the ceiling light for a while, I told myself, "Wang Yue, don't overthink it. He's just drunk. He doesn't even know what he did."

Then I turned over and buried my face in the pillow, forcing myself to fall asleep.