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

She did a few simple stretches at the edge of the pool, then slowly slid into the water while holding onto the handrail. The water was a little cool, which made her shiver, but she quickly got used to it.

Wang Yue sat on a lounge chair by the pool, legs crossed, holding her phone with the camera subtly pointed at Ma Qingqing.

"Minister Wang, aren't you going to swim? You always watch me swim, but you never go into the water yourself," Ma Qingqing asked, leaning over the edge of the pool.

"I'm a little tired today, so I'll just sit here and watch you swim. You continue practicing your floating and don't mind me. By the way, you can make your leg kick a little bigger, with your thighs leading your calves, not just your calves."

Ma Qingqing nodded, turned around, and continued practicing her leg kicks while holding onto the edge of the pool. She lay prone in the shallow end, gripping the handrails with both hands, her long legs alternately slapping the water's surface, splashing water high into the air.

The hem of her swimsuit floated up in the water, revealing a small patch of fair skin on the side of her thigh, and the curve of her buttocks was faintly visible on the water's surface.

Wang Yue quietly pointed the camera at her and took several pictures of her profile as she focused on practicing.

After a while, Ma Qingqing turned over and lay on her back on the water, gently paddling the water with her hands, her eyes closed, and a faint smile on her lips.

She was unusually relaxed, and her posture was much more relaxed than when she first came to the swimming pool.

While she wasn't paying attention, Wang Yue took a few more photos of her lying on her back. The camera panned down from the full curve below her collarbone, across her slender waist, and finally stopped on her two long legs that were gently swaying on the water.

"Minister Wang, are you taking pictures of me again?" Ma Qingqing suddenly opened one eye and turned her head to look at Wang Yue.

Seeing that Wang Yue was holding a phone directly in front of him, he twitched his lips, but instead of panicking and blocking the camera like he had the first time, he changed his posture.

He rested his arm on the edge of the pool, chin on his arm, tilted his head and looked at Wang Yue, saying, "Go ahead and take the picture, there's no one else here anyway."

Wang Yue smiled and pressed the shutter, capturing the moment on her phone. She thought to herself, "This girl has really opened up; she's completely different from the conservative girl who didn't even dare wear a skirt when she first joined the company."

After swimming, Ma Qingqing went back to the locker room to change her clothes. Wang Yue sat on a lounge chair by the pool, opened WeChat, and sent all the photos she had taken that day to Lin Feng.

Asuma Aoqing lay on the edge of the pool, water droplets dripping down her collarbone, and the strapless neckline of her swimsuit drooped slightly after being soaked by the water.

She lay on her back on the water with her eyes closed, her two long legs gently swaying on the surface, the water rippling around her waist and hips.

There was also a picture of her resting by the pool, her long hair wet and clinging to her shoulders. Her profile was pure and clean, with the dripping ends of her hair resting on her collarbone. She looked exceptionally soft under the misty air.

"Mr. Lin, look at her, this senior is becoming more and more outgoing. She even posed for me to take pictures today, she's improved a lot, hasn't she?"

Lin Feng leaned back in his office chair, opened the photos, and slowly swiped his finger across the screen.

His gaze lingered on Ma Qingqing in the photo for a while before he replied with a message: "She's really good. You've put so much effort into teaching her to swim, I should give you a bonus later. Remember to come to my office before you leave work today, it's time for her oral English lesson."

When Wang Yue saw the words "oral English class," her two dimples immediately appeared.

He replied with an OK emoji, put his phone in his bag, and leaned back in the recliner to wait for Ma Qingqing to come out of the dressing room.

The water in the pool was still rippling gently, and sunlight streamed down from the glass dome of the swimming pool, making the entire surface of the water sparkle.

After Ma Qingqing came out of the locker room, the two walked towards the company together. Ma Qingqing had a flushed face from exercising and looked exceptionally relaxed.

Wang Yue turned her head to look at her and said that she would teach her how to breathe next time, and once she learned how to breathe, she could go to the deep water area.

Ma Qingqing smiled and said okay, then counted on her fingers and said that learning to swim didn't seem as difficult as she had imagined.

Wang Yue smiled but didn't say anything. She just took another look at the photos on her phone and thought to herself that this girl was indeed easy to fool, but she was also definitely worth nurturing.

……

During this period, Wang Yue and Ma Qingqing went through the entire business process of the centralized procurement department from beginning to end.

From the purchase contracts with farmers in Zhai Village to the inspection standards for cold storage, to the testing process at the testing center, and then to customer delivery and after-sales feedback, Ma Qingqing personally handled every step.

Ma Qingqing learns things very quickly; in less than half a month, she was already able to handle many daily tasks independently.

Wang Yue began to give her more responsibilities, entrusting her with the maintenance of several small and medium-sized clients, while he himself only oversaw key aspects.

In her spare time, Wang Yue would take Ma Qingqing to the swimming pool in the office building next door to work out, as usual.

Ma Qingqing is no longer afraid of water at all and can swim freely back and forth in the shallow water.

After swimming, the two would occasionally go shopping together. Wang Yue would pick out some skincare products for her and teach her how to match clothes.

"Qingqing, your skin is so good, it's a shame not to take care of it. This brand's serum is really good. I've been using it for more than half a year. Do you see how much smaller my pores are than before? Before, the pores on the sides of my nose were really big, and even makeup couldn't cover them up."

"That's true. I used to just apply Dabao after washing my face, and add a face cream in the winter. I never researched these things. My mom said that when you're young, you don't need to apply so many products; just let it be natural."

"Those are outdated ideas. If you don't take care of yourself now, it'll be too late to regret it after you turn thirty. Besides, you have such a good foundation; a little bit of grooming will make you stand out from the crowd. Look at your eyelashes, so long and thick. If you wore mascara, your eyes would definitely be even brighter than they are now. Do you wear lipstick regularly?"

"I don't wear lipstick. I feel really uncomfortable because people will keep staring at my mouth when I talk if I wear lipstick."

"That's because you're not used to it yet. I'll give you one another day. It's a very light color, so it'll look like you're not wearing any makeup at all, but it will make your complexion look much better. Try it first and get used to it gradually."

Ma Qingqing nodded, turned the bottle of serum that Wang Yue handed her over several times, and memorized the ingredient list and usage instructions.

She used to think that makeup and dressing up were a waste of time, but after spending more time with Wang Yue, she realized that the reason why this girl, who was only a year or two older than her, was able to get to where she is today in the company was not only because of her professional skills, but also because of her image management.

She began to convince herself that now that she was in the workforce, she could no longer view these things with the mindset she had as a student.

Ma Qingqing had never had any close friends growing up, her relationship with her college roommates was just so-so, and after starting work she was even more of a loner. During her time with Wang Yue, she experienced for the first time what it felt like to have a close friend.

So she gradually lowered her guard and began to regard Wang Yue as someone she could trust.

It was this trust that made Wang Yue's secret filming increasingly brazen.

Once, the two were changing clothes in the locker room. Ma Qingqing had just taken off her swimsuit and was about to put on her underwear when Wang Yue took several photos of her wearing only her underwear when she wasn't paying attention.

From the side, Ma Qingqing's stunning figure is on full display under the soft lighting of the dressing room.

Her height of 1.8 meters made her legs appear exceptionally long, her waist incredibly slender, with an exaggerated inward curve from her ribs to her hips, while her buttocks were round and full, forming a smooth curve under her white underwear.

The two mounds on her chest, no longer bound by the swimsuit, swayed slightly in the air, their full profile making Wang Yue's finger pause for a moment as she pressed the shutter.

On another occasion, Ma Qingqing was trying on newly bought underwear in her apartment, and Wang Yue asked her to take some photos to help her see how it looked.

Ma Qingqing didn't think much of it, took a few pictures in front of the mirror and sent them over. The black lace lingerie supported her full breasts, making them look particularly alluring in the mirror.

That incredibly innocent, doll-like face still carried a questioning expression, as if she wasn't quite sure if her outfit looked good. She had no idea how impactful this contrast was.

These photos all ended up in Raymond Lam's phone intact.