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

The next morning, Lin Feng brought Wang Yue to the conference room of the Chengdong District Government on time.

The bidding conference for the demolition and construction waste removal project in old residential areas was not particularly large, but there were quite a few companies bidding, with more than a dozen companies sitting in the conference room.

Ye Qinghan sat on the platform, wearing a dark blue police uniform, her hair tied up behind her head, her expression cold and professional, as she flipped through the qualification review form in her hand.

She glanced up at the audience, her gaze lingering on Lin Feng for a moment before casually looking away.

The bidding process went very smoothly.

Shuke's price was a few points lower than its competitors, and it also had the environmental advantage of having a new energy vehicle fleet in terms of technical specifications.

The transportation plan prepared in advance by Yonghu detailed the energy consumption data and carbon emission indicators of each vehicle, which perfectly aligned with the city's current green construction policy.

With the success of the previous highway bureau and forestry bureau projects as evidence of his performance, several competitors looked rather grim after hearing Shuke's presentation of his plan.

The final result was basically a foregone conclusion; Shuke won the bid smoothly.

After the meeting, Lin Feng and Wang Yue walked out of the district government building.

The midday sun was shining brightly. Wang Yue was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a dark blue bodycon mini skirt. Her long legs, encased in black stockings, gleamed faintly in the midday sun. She wore a pair of silver strappy high heels, each step making a crisp sound on the marble steps in front of the district government building.

Holding a folder, she followed Lin Feng, and several bidding representatives passing by couldn't help but turn around and glance at her a few more times.

One of the middle-aged men, wearing a hard hat, glanced back several times and almost tripped on the steps. Wang Yue, oblivious, was looking down at the winning bid notice in her hand, her dimples barely visible.

"President Lin, the winning bid this time was a bit higher than we anticipated. With the demolition and clearing project plus the energy storage base project, the Transportation Department's workload for the next few months is basically saturated. Minister Yong will probably be complaining about a manpower shortage again."

"If we don't have enough staff, we'll hire more. It's good that the business is full; it's better than the cars sitting idle."

Lin Feng took out his phone and sent a message to Yonghu, briefly explaining that he had won the bid and asking him to make arrangements for transportation capacity in advance. Then he put his phone back in his pocket. "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

The two found a local restaurant near the district government and ordered a few home-style dishes. Wang Yue was noticeably more talkative than before during the meal, and took the initiative to mention that Su Hui had recently started dating a programmer who had quite a lot of hair, unlike what was said online.

She also mentioned that her grandmother particularly liked the osmanthus cake she brought back from Suzhou last time, and called to praise it several times, even asking her to ask President Lin when he would have time to visit her hometown.

Lin Feng chuckled upon hearing this and said they would talk about it after he finished this busy period.

After finishing their meal, the two walked slowly back along the street. Wang Yue walked in front, her short, bodycon skirt hugging her hips, the hem swaying gently with her steps, her long legs encased in black stockings moving alternately on the sidewalk.

As she passed by a coffee shop, several young men sitting at the outdoor seating area stopped talking almost simultaneously, their eyes following her back for quite a distance.

One of the boys, wearing a baseball cap, nudged his companion with his elbow and whispered something. His companion shook his head, his gaze still fixed on Wang Yue's legs.

Lin Feng walked beside Wang Yue, noticing the stares, but said nothing.

He's gotten used to people staring at Wang Yue every time he takes her out. At first, he felt a little helpless, but now he's completely indifferent to it.

Sometimes I even think that the fact that I noticed her legs the first time I interviewed her was a kind of professional intuition.

In the afternoon, the two went to the Keda Hotel to check out the venue setup for the celebration banquet that evening. As soon as they entered the lobby, Lin Feng saw He Qianwen walking out of the elevator.

Today I'm wearing a dark green silk shirt, with the top two buttons undone, revealing a small section of my fair collarbone and the delicate pearl necklace around my neck.

The shirt was tucked into a dark gray pencil skirt that hugged her rounded hips. The skirt hem just covered her mid-thighs, and her long legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, extended out from beneath it, with a pair of black pointed high heels on her feet.

Her hair was piled up at the back of her head, she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and she was holding a folder in her hand, so she looked like she had just finished a meeting.

He stopped in the middle of the lobby, glanced at Lin Feng, then at Wang Yue standing next to him, and then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Mr. Lin, it's perfect timing. I just finished a meeting here, and my next one doesn't start for another half hour. Come over here for a moment, there's something I need to tell you." After she finished speaking, she turned and walked deeper into the corridor. Lin Feng told Wang Yue to go to the banquet hall to oversee the venue setup first, and then he followed her.

He Qianwen pushed open the door to a storage room at the end of the corridor, pulled Lin Feng inside, and locked the door behind her.

The storage room wasn't large; it was piled with rows of used chair covers and tablecloths, and the air was filled with the smell of fabrics and cleaning agents.

She put the folder on the shelf next to her, reached out and grabbed Lin Feng's tie, pulling him towards her.

"It's been so long! Did you miss your sister?"

"Sister He, what's wrong with you—"

He Qianwen didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

She pushed him against the wall, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him. When her tongue touched his, she let out a very soft, muffled groan from her throat.

She placed a hand on his chest; time was short and the task was heavy, and she knew there was a meeting waiting for her outside.

Lin Feng quickly understood her intention.

……

The stray hairs on his forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to his temples, while his gold-rimmed glasses were askew on his nose.

A short while later, she groaned and lay on the metal frame, panting heavily.

He Qianwen took out a tissue from her bag to straighten her skirt, re-tied the shirt collar that had been pulled askew, gathered her loose hair with her fingers, and then carefully wiped the smudged eyeliner from the corner of her eye against the reflective surface of a stainless steel tray next to her.

She patted her still slightly flushed cheeks, picked up the folder on the shelf, and glanced back at Lin Feng as she walked to the door, the curve of her lips revealing a meaningful meaning.

"I won't be attending the celebration party tonight. You guys have fun. Come to my office next time you have time, don't always make me take the initiative."

He pushed open the door and walked out, the sound of his high heels clicking on the corridor floor gradually fading away. Lin Feng leaned against the wall of the storage room, re-fastening his belt. Recalling the scene from just now, he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. Sister He really knows how to have fun.

He straightened his shirt collar, walked out of the storage room, and crossed the corridor back to the lobby. Wang Yue was already waiting at the front desk. Seeing him come out of the corridor, she quickly came to greet him.

"Mr. Lin, the banquet hall is all set up. The prize display area, the registration table, and the stage backdrop are all done according to your requirements. Where did you go? I've been looking for you for a while."

"It's nothing, I just took care of something. Let's go check out the venue."

Wang Yue followed him toward the banquet hall, her gaze lingering for a moment on his slightly reddened ears before moving away, her dimples twitching slightly at the corners of her mouth.

Without asking any further questions, he simply opened his notebook and began reporting on the evening's schedule.