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

They first went to the testing center and met with the technical director there to learn about the process of submitting Chinese medicinal materials for testing and the cycle for issuing testing reports.

Then we went to the cold storage warehouse that the company rented. The warehouse was divided into several areas, and there was a sign at the entrance of each area.

The warehouse manager was using a barcode scanner to input a new batch of goods when he saw Wang Yue come in. He quickly put down what he was doing and came over to greet her.

Wang Yue instructed Ma Qingqing to accompany the warehouse manager on a tour, noting down the storage temperature, humidity requirements, and shelf life for each type of medicinal herb, and to come back every few days.

Ma Qingqing followed behind the warehouse manager with her notebook, listening and taking notes quickly. Her handwriting was fast and neat, and she could remember all the key points after the warehouse manager said it only once.

After leaving the warehouse, Wang Yue took a bound customer contact list from her briefcase and handed it to Ma Qingqing.

Ma Qingqing turned to the first page and her eyes widened immediately. The names of many officials from Hehai City were listed, some were department heads, and at the very least, they were deputy directors.

Each person's name was followed by their job title, contact information, gift-giving history, and personal preferences. Even details such as "preferring high-proof or low-proof liquor" and "preferring when to receive gifts" were clearly written down.

"The information of these senior personnel is a company secret; you cannot take photos or disclose it. As my assistant, you have the authority to access it, but you must sign and register every page. In the future, some of the maintenance work for these clients will be handled by you. Mr. Lin will personally accompany important clients, while ordinary clients will be delivered by sales staff. You must remember everyone's preferences and make sure you don't make any mistakes when giving gifts."

Ma Qingqing nodded vigorously and carefully put the address book back into her briefcase.

She silently marveled at how many relationships a company had to maintain behind the scenes, something completely different from what she had learned in school.

In the following days, Wang Yue and Ma Qingqing went through the entire business process of the centralized procurement department from beginning to end.

After returning to her apartment each day, Ma Qingqing still had to organize her notes, memorize product catalogs and customer information, often staying up late into the night.

The notebook was already more than half full, with each page marked with different colored pens to highlight the important points.

Her aloof demeanor, coupled with her extremely exaggerated figure, made everyone in the office unable to take their eyes off her.

She had a slender waist, round and perky hips, and her two full breasts were raised high under the restraint of the waist-cinching shirt, making the gap between the buttons slightly open, and the edge of the white lace underwear could be vaguely seen inside.

Standing there, she perfectly blended two contrasting qualities: innocence and sexiness.

When Wang Yue came out of the office and saw Ma Qingqing in her work clothes, her eyes lit up.

"Turn around and let me see—tsk tsk, that figure, those legs, Qingqing, were you a model before? Let me tell you, with your looks, your success rate when meeting clients would increase by several times. Those clients, seeing you, would only be able to look at your legs, and would be too embarrassed to refuse you."

Ma Qingqing blushed at the compliment, clutching her folder to cover half her face, revealing only her clear eyes behind her glasses. "Minister Wang, please don't joke with me. This skirt is too short; I feel like there's a breeze underneath. I used to wear long pants at school, and now that I'm suddenly showing so much, I feel like I'm losing my balance. And these high heels, they wobble after just a few steps; I almost twisted my ankle in the elevator just now."

"You'll get used to it after wearing it a few more times. You just hadn't discovered your strengths before, but now that you have, you should make good use of them. By the way, do you have a skincare routine? Your skin is so good, what brand of face wash do you use?"

"It's just something you buy casually at the supermarket, the kind that costs a few dozen yuan a bottle. My mom says you don't need to apply so much stuff when you're young, just let it be natural."

"Then you're naturally beautiful. I'll bring you some face masks later; you only need to use them once or twice a week. For us in sales, image management is also part of our job."

He Rui happened to be passing by the centralized procurement department that day and saw Ma Qingqing standing in the corridor through the glass door. He stopped in his tracks, and almost dropped his coffee cup.

His gaze swept down her pure and aloof face, past the high, rounded curves of her chest, across her incredibly slender waist, and finally settled on her impossibly long legs encased in flesh-colored stockings.

Those legs were even longer than Wang Yue's, with excellent proportions, slender ankles, long Achilles tendons, and stockings that shimmered faintly under the light.

He Rui seemed rooted to the spot, her Adam's apple bobbing several times. That incredibly pure face paired with that explosive figure, plus those impossibly long legs, was simply a rare beauty.

He cursed under his breath, then leaned against the corridor wall and gulped down his coffee. He couldn't help but tell himself that he had to get this woman, no matter the cost.

His uncle was, after all, the deputy director of the Forestry Bureau; he simply didn't believe that Lin Feng would hold a grudge against him for the sake of a woman…

After spending a few days together, Ma Qingqing and Wang Yue gradually became closer.

They are about the same age and have complementary personalities.

Wang Yue is lively and outgoing, while Ma Qingqing is quiet and reserved; the two get along surprisingly well.

In the following days, Wang Yue and Ma Qingqing went through the entire business process of the centralized procurement department from beginning to end.

After finishing her work in the afternoon, Wang Yue took out two membership cards for the swimming pool in the office building next door from her drawer and waved them in front of Ma Qingqing. "Come on, let's go swimming. It's a company benefit for employees, might as well take advantage of it. Swimming is especially good for shaping your body, particularly your back and legs, much more effective than lifting weights at the gym. You already have such a good figure, after swimming for a while, I guarantee you'll be even more perfect than you are now."

Ma Qingqing paused for a moment, then quickly waved her hand, unconsciously shrinking back into the chair. "Swimming? Minister Wang, I can't swim. And I don't have a swimsuit. Let's talk about it another time."

She had only been in the water a few times during swimming lessons in college, and even her breathing was clumsy.

More importantly, I've never worn a swimsuit in front of other people before, and just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable.

"You only need to learn to swim if you can't. I'll teach you, it's very simple. Don't worry about swimsuits either, they sell them at the swimming pool, lots of styles. I'll pick one out for you that's conservative, I promise it won't be too revealing. Come on, come on, you've been working overtime every day lately, it's time to relax."

Without a word, he grabbed Ma Qingqing's hand and pulled her up from the chair, saying as he did so, "Let me tell you, swimming not only shapes your body, but it also relieves neck fatigue. You're in front of the computer all day, so the muscles at the back of your neck must be really stiff. After swimming a few times, you'll find your shoulders feel much lighter."

Unable to resist Wang Yue's enthusiasm, Ma Qingqing was half-heartedly pulled out of the office.

Walking down the corridor, my heart inexplicably quickened, and the same thought kept replaying in my mind.

When she stands in front of Wang Yue in her swimsuit, will Wang Yue think her figure is strange? In the past, girls would always secretly stare at her in the school's public bathroom, making her feel very uncomfortable.