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

Ma Qingqing spent the morning with Wang Yue in the centralized procurement department, her mind filled with a ton of information—departmental structure, business processes, catalog of Chinese medicinal herbs, cold storage temperature standards, and logistics and delivery schedules.

She quickly took notes in her notebook, occasionally looking up to ask a few questions, which Wang Yue patiently answered one by one.

She secretly admired the department head, who was only a few years older than her but had such strong business skills. No wonder President Lin trusted her to manage the entire centralized procurement department.

"Qingqing, come here for a moment, I want to talk to you about the work uniform." Wang Yue took out a set of work uniforms that were still unopened from the drawer, placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of Ma Qingqing.

She wore a light blue short-sleeved fitted shirt and a black pencil skirt that just covered mid-thigh. However, Ma Qingqing's outfit was noticeably a size larger than the others, especially in the proportions of her bust and waist, clearly custom-made according to the measurements on her resume.

"Female employees in our centralized procurement department must wear uniforms during work hours; this is a company regulation. Shirts must be tucked into skirts, and skirts cannot be above the knee. In addition, stockings are mandatory; nude or black are fine, but bare legs are not allowed. You are now my assistant, representing the image of the centralized procurement department, so your attire cannot be sloppy."

As Ma Qingqing took the work clothes, her ears slowly turned red when her fingers touched the hem of the bodycon mini skirt.

He unfolded the skirt to check its length, then quickly folded it up and put it back in the bag, his voice a little hesitant: "Minister Wang, isn't this skirt a bit short? I've basically never worn a skirt in my life, let alone stockings. I wore a formal skirt once when I participated in a debate competition at school. I was dragged there by the student council president, and my legs were shaking when I went on stage. I felt a chill down there, and I was really uncomfortable."

"You'll get used to it. You're tall, so your legs must look great. Wearing stockings and high heels will completely change your image. Our department often deals with clients, so appearance is very important. It's okay if you've never bought stockings before; I have several spare pairs in my closet. I'll get you two to wear in the meantime. What size high heels do you wear? I'll have the administration department order you a pair. The heels don't need to be too high, three centimeters will do. Just get used to it."

Ma Qingqing bit her lower lip and nodded, hugging her work clothes to her chest, feeling both nervous and somewhat expectant.

She used to deliberately wear loose clothes to hide her figure because she didn't want to cause trouble, but Wang Yue is right, a professional image is indeed part of the job.

Moreover, she noticed that when Wang Yue wore that workwear and high heels, her whole demeanor was indeed very different; she was both capable and feminine.

Maybe she can give it a try. After all, it's just for work, and she can change back into her own shirt and trousers after get off work.

"By the way, I'm still Mr. Lin's secretary, and my role as head of the centralized procurement department is part-time. Mr. Lin's idea is that once I've streamlined the work here, the daily management of the centralized procurement department will gradually be handed over to you. So you need to get up to speed quickly and familiarize yourself with all the existing purchase lists, inventory reports, and customer contact lists within three days. Don't be afraid to ask me anything if you don't understand. Don't be afraid of making mistakes; the only thing to be afraid of is not asking."

Ma Qingqing's eyes widened, and she almost dropped her notebook. "Minister Wang, I've only just started working here and I don't know anything. How could I possibly manage a department? At most, I've managed a few members in the student union, but that's a student organization, completely different from a company. I'm afraid I won't do a good job and will let President Lin down."

"If President Lin thinks you can do it, then you definitely can. He has a very good eye for people. When I first joined the company, I didn't know anything, I couldn't even drive. The first time I drove his car, I was rear-ended by a taxi and I was so scared that I squatted on the ground and cried. Later, he taught me little by little, and now I can stand on my own, right? Don't be afraid, I'm here to support you, just keep going."

When Ma Qingqing heard Wang Yue say, "The first time I drove his car, I was rear-ended by a taxi," she couldn't help but laugh, and her tension eased a little.

She gripped her notebook tightly, nodded earnestly, and said she would try her best. She silently encouraged herself; President Lin and Minister Wang trusted her so much, she couldn't let them down.

The two chatted all morning, and around noon, Wang Yue stood up and stretched. "Come on, I'll take you to the cafeteria. The company cafeteria just opened last week, and they have four meat dishes and two vegetable dishes every day, plus free fruit and desserts. Lunch is free! You should try our sweet and sour pork ribs. I've eaten at several company cafeterias, and our chef's cooking is the best."

"Four meat dishes and two vegetable dishes?" Ma Qingqing followed Wang Yue toward the cafeteria and couldn't help but sigh, "The trading company where I used to intern only had two dishes in the cafeteria, one meat and one vegetable. If you went late, you couldn't even get soup."

The two of them, carrying their trays, sat down by the window. Ma Qingqing picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and her eyes lit up: "These ribs are so delicious, even better than my mom's!"

"Of course! Our cafeteria chefs were transferred from the Keda Hotel; they used to specialize in banquet dishes. You'll be eating there every day from now on, and I guarantee you'll gain several pounds in a month. But don't worry, with your height, it won't be noticeable at all if you gain a few pounds."

Ma Qingqing smiled shyly and continued eating with her head down. She ate very politely, chewing each small bite carefully, and her chopsticks never made a sound when they touched the rim of the bowl.

Occasionally, he would look up to respond to Wang Yue's words, a grain of rice still stuck to the corner of his mouth, completely unaware of it.

At the other end of the cafeteria, He Rui, carrying a tray, looked over. In the distance, he could see Wang Yue's two long, slender legs encased in black stockings.

Wang Yue's legs are famously beautiful in Shuke. Many male colleagues in the company privately call her "Leg Goddess". Every time she walks in the corridor, several people's eyes follow her back.

But He Rui stopped abruptly after taking only half a step.

How could I forget this? Everyone in the company knows that Wang Yue is President Lin's woman. Even if he's a scoundrel, he knows there are certain minefields he shouldn't cross.

Standing there, looking at Ma Qingqing sitting opposite Wang Yue, he gritted his teeth, turned around and walked back to his seat.

In the afternoon, Wang Yue drove Ma Qingqing to familiarize herself with several of the company's core business areas.

The car was a high-end BYD Han provided to Wang Yue by the company, with leather seats, a panoramic sunroof, and a large central control screen displaying navigation routes.

Ma Qingqing carefully sat in the passenger seat, ran her fingers over the leather seat, looked up at the sky outside the sunroof, and couldn't help but exclaim, "This car is so beautiful, and it's so comfortable to sit in."

"Work hard, and you'll get a car someday. President Lin is never stingy with his own people."