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

After returning from the team-building activity, Lin Feng noticed that Wang Yue's gaze towards him was completely different from before.

Before, when she looked at him, she was somewhat reserved and awe-inspiring, but now that barrier seemed to have been blown away by the sea breeze, replaced by a natural intimacy and dependence.

Every morning when she walked into the office carrying a tray, her dimples would be deeper than before, and her gaze would linger on his face longer than before.

Sometimes she would steal a glance at him when he looked down at his documents, and then quickly look away when he looked up, pretending to be looking at the schedule on his notebook.

She clearly put more thought into her outfits.

She used to wear black stockings only occasionally to change her style, but now she wears different styles almost every day: pure black, with subtle patterns, with lace trim, and with stitching in the back.

Monday featured a fine checkered pattern, Tuesday a polka dot pattern, and Wednesday a style with a delicate lace trim around the ankle.

Every time Lin Feng looked up at her, his gaze would linger on her legs for a moment before casually looking away, but Wang Yue had learned to catch that pause.

Sometimes she would deliberately stand in front of him a little longer, and when she bent down to put down the documents, her movements would be a beat slower than usual. When she bent down, the hem of her skirt would rise slightly, and her thighs, wrapped in black stockings, would gleam faintly in the morning light.

After doing all that, she would straighten up, wearing a businesslike expression, but the two dimples at the corners of her mouth betrayed her.

One afternoon, Lin Feng called her to his office to sign some documents. Wang Yue stood next to him, slightly bent over, and spread the documents on the table, one hand supporting herself on the table, the other pointing to the signature column.

Today I wore a pair of thin black stockings with a delicate lace pattern around the ankles, and under the light, you could vaguely see the skin underneath.

When she bent over, the hem of her bodycon mini skirt rose a bit, revealing the lace trim of her stockings up to her mid-thighs.

After signing the last document, Lin Feng put the pen on the table and his right hand naturally rested on her thigh.

Through the thin black stockings, my fingers gently caressed the outside of her thighs, feeling the subtle friction of the stockings' weave against my fingertips, and the warmth of her skin emanating through the stockings.

Wang Yue's body stiffened slightly, but she didn't flinch. She continued to bend over and look at the documents, but her ears turned red at a visible speed, spreading from her earlobes all the way to the edge of her earlobes.

She could feel Lin Feng's fingers tracing the path of her legs, slowly sliding from the outside of her thighs to the inside, and then back again. His fingertips would occasionally gently pinch a small patch of soft skin through her stockings.

"President Lin, Minister Lu is urging us to get this contract..." Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to suppress it, but she still tried to maintain a calm and businesslike tone.

"Okay. Here you go." Lin Feng withdrew his hand, picked up the pen, and signed another document.

Wang Yue straightened up, clutching the documents, and quickly left the office. After closing the door, she leaned against the corridor wall, let out a long sigh, and pressed the back of her hand against her burning cheeks.

She looked down at the spot on her leg where he had touched her earlier. The warmth of his fingers still lingered on her black stockings. The feeling of being touched through the stockings was both unfamiliar and made her heart race.

She stood in the corridor for about ten seconds before calming herself down. Then, she walked towards Lu Fei in her high heels. With each step, she felt that the skin on her legs was more sensitive than usual, and the sensation of her skirt rubbing against her stockings was magnified several times over.

Over the weekend, Lin Feng asked Li Juan to adjust Wang Yue's salary, increasing it by five thousand yuan per month.

The rent for the employee apartment I live in now is also paid in full by the company, and any extra money in my salary card each month is net income.

After updating the salary records in the HR system, Li Juan sent the salary adjustment notice to Wang Yue's email address.

When Wang Yue opened the email and saw that number, her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time.

She calculated her current monthly income—salary, performance bonus, and various subsidies—which was much higher than the salaries she had asked for during interviews at several companies.

Moreover, the apartment rent was waived, which saved her a lot of money every month. She sat at her desk staring blankly at the computer screen for several minutes, then stood up and went to the break room. She dabbed her eyes with a tissue and took several deep breaths to calm herself down.

When she delivered the documents to Lin Feng's office in the afternoon, Lin Feng took out a bank card from his drawer, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards her by pressing the edge of the card with two fingers.

"Take this card. There's some money in it, and it will automatically be deducted from my main account to make up the difference when your credit limit falls below 100,000. Don't worry about saving it, buy whatever you want."

Wang Yue looked down at the card, not reaching for it. She stood there silently for a while, her lips moved, and then she gently pushed the card back. Her voice was soft, but her tone was firm.

"Mr. Lin, you've already given me so much. My salary is almost 20,000 a month now after the raise, and the apartment is free. I really don't need anything. This card... I really can't take it anymore. You've been so good to me, I don't know how to repay you."

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and looked at her, without taking the card back.

"I never intended for you to pay me back. You've been with me for so long, and you've made my life so easy, both at work and in life. I'm never stingy with my women, so take it."

When Wang Yue heard the words "his own woman," his fingers clenched slightly at his sides.

Looking down at the tips of her shoes, she realized that she had bought those black pointed-toe stilettos on Su Hui's advice. They cost several hundred yuan, and she felt a pang of regret for a long time afterward.

I remember queuing up with others at the supermarket for a bag of discounted rice, and walking several stops home to save a few dollars on bus fare.

Last winter, she saw a down jacket that she liked, but the price tag made her stand in the store for a long time before finally putting it down.

Those days seem like they were just yesterday, yet they also feel so far away. My eyes slowly welled up with tears, not from sadness, but from a deep, heavy feeling of being cared for and cherished.

"Mr. Lin...can I ask you a question?"

"ask."

"What exactly do you like about me? I'm just an ordinary country girl, not highly educated, and from a poor family. I used to only buy groceries when there were special offers. Compared to those powerful women around you, I'm nothing. President He is so capable, Chairman Shangguan has such a strong presence, and Director Ye's daughter is beautiful and has a powerful background. Compared to them, I'm really far inferior."

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, looking at her in silence for a moment. The setting sun outside the floor-to-ceiling windows cast its last rays of golden light into the office, illuminating Wang Yue's profile.

"When you first went to Qingyuan on a business trip, you told me in the car that your parents were in poor health, your grandmother needed dialysis, and you wanted to stay in the city and work hard to earn money to bring your family over. From that moment on, I felt that there was something very special about this girl. Sister He, Sister Hong, Shen Qianqian—they all have their own family backgrounds and experiences, but none of them are like you, climbing up step by step from the very bottom through their own efforts. The simplicity and steadfastness you have are so rare in this day and age."

Wang Yue lowered her head, tears finally welling up and dripping onto her thighs, which were covered in black stockings, leaving several dark dots on the stockings.