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

For the past two days, Lin Feng has mostly stayed in Hehai City and hasn't gone out much.

During the day, he spent his time at the company reviewing various documents of the Shanshui Group, repeatedly analyzing the chain of interests between Chen Liangliang, Chen Hao, and Liu Xianghu.

Lu Fei was then asked to retrieve several project files of the Shanshui Group in Hehai and Qingyuan, and to analyze them item by item against the data in the public reports.

When he flipped to a highway project document from five years ago, his fingers suddenly stopped. Back then, Shanshui Group had contracted the reconstruction of a section of provincial highway in Jiangbei Province, which was dozens of kilometers long and had a high contract value. One section of it was located in a mountainous area at the junction of Hehai and Qingyuan, with complex terrain and extremely difficult construction.

Less than a year after the project was completed, the mountain road suffered severe collapse and cracking. One section of the roadbed collapsed entirely, causing several vehicles to run off the road in the rain, resulting in considerable casualties.

Following the accident, the local transportation department led an investigation, concluding that "continuous torrential rains triggered a landslide, constituting force majeure," and did not hold the construction company responsible. However, this investigation report was only posted on the official website for a short time before being removed, and the matter was subsequently dropped and never mentioned again. The families of the deceased drivers went to the local government building to protest, but were quickly turned away and did not receive a formal compensation plan. There are almost no follow-up reports about this accident online, and even related discussion threads have been completely removed.

Lin Feng pulled this document out separately and placed it next to the file folder, making a conspicuous mark. The reason of "force majeure" was too perfunctory. The highway that had just been built collapsed in less than a year. Whether it was due to insufficient consideration of geological conditions during the design or shoddy workmanship during construction, the Shanshui Group could not escape responsibility.

To suppress such a serious responsibility, to make all reports disappear and to silence the family, would be impossible without the backing of high-ranking officials. If this lead can be broken through simultaneously with the lead involving Secretary Wang, Chen Liangliang will be caught in a pincer movement.

After get off work, Lin Feng drove to Ye Qinghan's newly rented apartment. Ye Qinghan was already home and was curled up on the sofa reviewing documents.

She wore a dark emerald green silk slip dress, revealing glimpses of her skin. The smooth, flowing fabric accentuated her fair and delicate complexion. The hem of the dress reached just to mid-thigh, revealing her long, shapely legs.

Barefoot on the wooden floor, the thin silver chain around her ankle swayed gently as she flipped through the documents. Her skirt slipped down slightly as she sat cross-legged, but she didn't notice. She was focused on writing and drawing on the documents with a furrowed brow.

Hearing the door lock click, she looked up, her businesslike seriousness instantly melting away, replaced by a soft expression. "You're back? Why are you so late today? I was almost asleep waiting on the sofa."

"I was a little delayed by looking up some information. Have you had dinner yet?" Lin Feng asked as he changed his shoes.

"Not yet, we'll eat together when you get back. Just make whatever's in the fridge, I'm not picky." She put the documents on the coffee table, walked over barefoot, took the briefcase from his hand and placed it on the shoe cabinet. She tiptoed and gently touched the corner of his mouth, her voice slightly coquettish, "Today I want to eat your stir-fried garlic sprouts with pork. You said you'd teach me last time, but when I tried it myself, the heat was too high, the garlic sprouts were burnt, and the pork was too tough to chew. Did you secretly keep the recipe from me?"

"The secret is not to turn the heat up too high. If you always turn the heat up to the maximum, it's no wonder it burns. I'll teach you again today, so watch carefully."

Lin Feng rolled up his shirt sleeves and walked into the kitchen. Ye Qinghan leaned against the kitchen door frame, her gaze fixed on his back. The oil in the pan sizzled, and minced garlic foamed golden in the hot oil, its aroma quickly filling the entire kitchen.

"You know, I never dared to imagine myself standing by the kitchen door in a nightgown, waiting for a man to cook for me. I never did this when Shen Hui was alive. Back then, every day when I came home, I was busy approving documents, reviewing case files, and writing reports. I barely had time to have a proper conversation with him. After he passed away, I thought my life would just be like this—working, raising kids, and waiting for retirement. Until I met you, I realized that I could be like this, wearing a nightgown, barefoot, and peacefully waiting for someone to cook for me. This feeling is so wonderful."

"I'll cook for you every day from now on." Lin Feng ladled the stir-fried dish into a plate, turned to look at her, and pulled her into his arms. "Before, you were Shen Qianqian's mother, and the respected Director Ye. Now, you're someone I care about too. Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming."

"Then you have to take responsibility. You're the one who turned me into this. The more I become like a little woman, the more you have to pamper me." She looked up at him, a faint smile playing in her eyes.

"Okay, I'll spoil you like a princess from now on."

Ye Qinghan couldn't help but laugh out loud, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes smoothing out. Being called a little princess when she's over forty—if word got out, people would laugh their heads off.

She nestled into his arms, her voice soft and sweet: "Lin Feng, sometimes I really feel that meeting you is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me. I used to think I was unlucky. My husband passed away early, and I had to raise the child and work all by myself. I had to carry everything on my own, and in the end, I forgot how to be affectionate. Now I realize that it's not that I'm unlucky, it's that God saved up all his good luck and gave it all back to me when I met you."

Lin Feng lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead. Some things don't need to be said; a hug is enough. To have someone treat her with such devotion is enough.

……

The next day at the company, Wang Yue began to intentionally or unintentionally arrange for Ma Qingqing to go to Lin Feng's office alone to report on work, mainly concerning the sales of several newly developed Chinese medicinal herbs, such as black goji berries and angelica. When Ma Qingqing was first arranged to go to the general manager's office alone, she stood at the door and hesitated for a long time.

Wearing a light blue fitted work shirt that accentuated her slender waist, and a black pencil skirt that covered her long legs in flesh-colored stockings, her straight and well-proportioned legs were very eye-catching.

Clutching the folder tightly in his arms, he took several deep breaths before raising his hand and gently knocking on the door twice.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and listened to her report. He flipped through the sample analysis report in his hand and then expressed his idea: to create a nourishing gift pack, turn several individual products into a series, unify the brand and promotion, and let her be in charge of this product line. If she does a good job, she can get a considerable commission.

Ma Qingqing was stunned. She quickly looked down, opened her notebook, and did some quick calculations. She silently compared her income with that of her colleagues in the centralized procurement department and realized that if this line of work really took off, her income could increase several times over.

Taking a deep breath, she bowed solemnly to Lin Feng, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement: "President Lin, rest assured, I will definitely not let you down."

Lin Feng looked at her blushing ears and smiled slightly: "Work hard. If you encounter any problems you can't solve, just go to Wang Yue."

Ma Qingqing emerged from the office, her face still radiating disbelief and excitement. Wang Yue, seeing her expression, knew it was good news and deliberately leaned closer with a smile, asking, "How did it go? Did the report go smoothly? What did President Lin say?"