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

After returning to Hohai University, Wang Yue arrived at the company on time the very next morning.

She changed into her familiar light blue work shirt and black pencil skirt, with dark-patterned black stockings and stiletto heels, and carried a tray into Lin Feng's office.

Place the water glass and today's visitor appointment form on the table, stand still, open the notebook, and begin reporting the schedule for the next few days.

"Mr. Lin, there's a project briefing at the Business Department at 9:30 this morning. Minister Lu said he wants to discuss a few new projects with you. At 11:00, Deputy Director Lin from the Highway Bureau called to say that the second phase of the earthwork project bidding is about to begin, and asked if we're interested. At 2:00 this afternoon, Minister Yong from the Transportation Department will be reporting on the dispatching plan for the new energy vehicle fleet. At 4:00, Director Liang from the Keda Hotel has arranged to see the final renderings of the banquet hall renovation with you."

After finishing her report, she looked up at Lin Feng, her gaze lingering on his face for a few seconds longer than usual, then closed her notebook, her tone carrying a hint of intimacy only the two of them understood: "Mr. Lin, you got quite a few mosquito bites while you were in the village. Did you catch up on your sleep after you got back?"

"It was alright. How did you sleep?"

Wang Yue couldn't help but chuckle. "Without oral English classes, I haven't been sleeping well." After saying that, she hugged the documents to her chest, then added as if remembering something, "By the way, everyone in the village is saying that a young boss spent millions to build a road and threw a birthday banquet that was even more extravagant than the New Year to please his girlfriend. Those girls are practically praising you like a god."

Lin Feng handed her the signed documents. "Don't worry about what others say. Is your grandma comfortable with that wheelchair? If it's not the right size, I'll have someone get her a new one."

"It's a habit. My dad pushes my grandma around the yard every day. Grandma complains that he pushes her too fast and makes her dizzy, and the two of them argue about it every day." After saying that, Wang Yue walked briskly out of the office in her high heels.

Lin Feng brought back a lot of local specialties from the village this time. Half a carcass of local pork and several free-range chickens were distributed to the neighbors by Zhang Xiulan that same day, and the baskets of vegetables were also given away.

There were also several bags of dried epimedium in the car. These were the first batch of good quality goods that Old Chen had specially selected. They were in good condition, with thick stems and dry but not broken leaves.

Lin Feng kept a small bag for himself, and divided the rest into several portions, wrapping them in kraft paper and tying them with hemp rope. He first went to the Municipal Bureau and delivered one portion to Zhou Jianguo.

"Director Zhou, this is wild epimedium that I brought back from the southwest. The locals picked it from the mountains, and it's much more effective than the artificially cultivated epimedium sold in the market. Soaking it in water and drinking it is good for your back."

Zhou Jianguo took it, examined it closely for a long time, then smelled it, his eyes lighting up. "This is good stuff! My father-in-law used to use this to make medicinal wine. Most of what you buy on the market is artificially cultivated, and its medicinal effects are far inferior. Where did you get this?"

"I was on a business trip to the southwest, and a village secretary gave it to me. They grow all over the mountains there, and the farmers pick them and dry them themselves; they all look pretty good."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. That municipal greening project you mentioned to me last time, there happens to be a supporting project there that's going to be put out to tender recently. Have someone from your company send over the documents, and I'll put in a good word for you."

Lin Feng smiled and nodded.

That's how social interactions work; it's not about how much the gift is worth, but about whether the gift is exactly what the recipient needs.

Once a man is over forty, his physical strength and energy decline, making this pure, natural wild epimedium more precious to him than Moutai.

After leaving the Municipal Bureau, Lin Feng took some time to visit Deputy Director Lin at the Highway Bureau and brought him a copy as well.

After receiving it, Deputy Director Lin immediately opened it and examined it, saying that he had searched for a long time in the medicinal herb market but had not found anything as authentic as this, and he thanked him repeatedly.

I happened to be passing through Qingyuan, so I brought one for Director Zheng as well. Director Zheng carefully placed the package into his desk drawer.

He smiled and said he remembered the favor. Then he brought up a municipal greening project that Lin Feng had inquired about with him before, saying that it was about to be put out to tender and asked Lin Feng to send over the information so he could help promote it.

Lin Feng raised his teacup and clinked it against Director Zheng's, everything was understood without words.

That evening, Lin Feng went back to his parents' house and handed the bag of Epimedium he had kept to Zhang Xiulan.

"Mom, I'll steep these in water for Dad to drink every day. Just a few at a time, don't put in too many. They're wild, so they're very potent."

Zhang Xiulan took the bag, looked at it, and then smelled it. "What is this? It smells like grass roots."

Lin Jianguo, flipping through the newspaper beside him, interjected without looking up, "Epimedium. An aphrodisiac."

Zhang Xiulan glared at him and shoved the bag into the cupboard. "Does your dad even need to be strong? He races Old Li in the parking lot every day to see who can walk faster; he has more energy than me."

Lin Feng suppressed a laugh and then recounted what he had seen and heard in Zhai Village. After hearing about the road repairs, Zhang Xiulan repeatedly exclaimed that the money was well spent, accumulating more merit than burning incense and praying to Buddha.

After dinner, Raymond Lam said he was going out for a walk. Zhang Xiulan was washing dishes in the kitchen and said without turning her head, "Don't come back too late."

When I pushed open the gate to Su Mengya's house next door, she was curled up on the living room sofa, watching a TV series on her tablet.

She was wearing a loose white T-shirt and gray loungewear shorts, her hair was casually tied into a bun with a hair tie, and a few strands of hair hung down beside her neck.

On the coffee table was a bowl of half-eaten grapes and several opened packets of snacks.

Hearing the gate open, he climbed up from the sofa, peered through the peephole, then opened the gate a crack, poked his head out, and whispered, "Why are you here again? My mom just got back from her walk and is asleep next door."

"miss you."

Lin Feng stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, grabbed her waist, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.

Su Mengya was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she went limp in his arms. The tablet slid off the sofa and landed on the carpet, its screen still lit, frozen on the scene of the male protagonist's heartfelt confession.

Lin Feng's hand slipped under the loose hem of her T-shirt, moving upwards along her smooth abdomen until his fingers touched the edge of her bra.

"You're getting bolder and bolder. My mom lives next door. She almost caught us last time, haven't you learned your lesson?"

"Didn't we not notice it last time?"

"That's because I react quickly. If my mom knew you sneaked in at night, she'd beat you with a broom. Remember when you stole dates from our yard when you were little? She chased you halfway down the alley."

Lin Feng smiled, picked her up and made her wrap her arms around his waist, then went into the bedroom, laid her down on the bed, and pressed himself against her.

He braced himself on the mattress with one hand, and slipped the other hand inside her T-shirt to touch her soft, full breasts.

Su Mengya bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying out, her fingers gripping Lin Feng's shirt tightly. The half-open book on the bedside table slid down and fell onto the carpet.

"Hurry up...don't take too long...my mom could wake up at any moment..." she said haltingly, the curve of her hips trembling slightly.

"He always tells me to hurry up, but he never lets me..."

"Shut up...that's a different matter..." Su Mengya buried her face in the pillow and muttered "brat" under her breath.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the pillow until she finally collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.

Afterwards, Su Mengya lay on his chest, slowly tracing circles on his collarbone with her fingers, her voice still slightly breathless.

Lin Feng hugged her tighter, kissed her forehead, then got out of bed, straightened his clothes, and quietly pushed open the bedroom door. He peeked out into the hallway, and after confirming it was safe, quickly left the courtyard.

The next day, Lin Feng went to school for the first time ever.

Shen Qianqian had already sent him a long message on WeChat, bombarding him with several angry cat emojis.

"Have you forgotten that you still have a girlfriend in college?"

Do you remember when was the last time you accompanied me to class?

"You've never picked me up from swimming class even once! I'm telling you, I've written it all down in my little notebook, and I'll make you pay for it one by one when I've collected enough!"

Lin Feng shoved his phone into his pocket, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked through the tree-lined avenue toward the stadium.

When they arrived at the swimming pool, Shen Qianqian was swimming her last lap.

Her freestyle poses are already very standard, and after a few months of private lessons, her overall condition is completely different from before.