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

Ma Qingqing sat down in the chair opposite the desk, placed her hands on her knees, straightened her back, and began to report point by point.

The procurement channels for black goji berries and angelica have been stabilized. A special storage area has been set up in the cold storage. The test report from the testing center shows that all indicators of this batch of new goods have met the standards of the company's high-end gift line.

The first batch of deluxe gift boxes has been sent to several long-term customers, and the feedback has been very positive. In particular, Sister Zhou even helped promote it in her circle of wives and introduced several new customers.

When talking about data, her speech gradually became more fluent, and she would occasionally flip through the folder in her hand to confirm the numbers. But towards the end, she started to get a little nervous, her fingers repeatedly rubbing the edge of the folder, and her ears turned slightly red.

"You've done a great job. You single-handedly built this new product line from scratch, which is commendable. I plan to establish a dedicated health supplement and gift division within the Shuke Group, integrating all the existing product lines from the centralized procurement department, unifying the brand and marketing. If you maintain this momentum after the division is established, I can consider giving you a management position, such as product manager or operations supervisor, specifically responsible for the entire process management of the black goji berry and angelica root product lines. So your current efforts won't be in vain; every step is paving the way for your future position. Keep up the good work, I have high hopes for you."

After hearing these words, Ma Qingqing was stunned for several seconds.

Before she arrived, she thought that as a newcomer who had just been promoted to a permanent position, she would be satisfied to be able to independently manage a product line. She did not expect Lin Feng to directly promote her to a branch office and management position.

Her eyes were slightly red, her fingers were clenched tightly on her knees, and her voice trembled with excitement: "President Lin, I will definitely not let you down! I've been reading books on operations management every night lately, and I will continue to work hard. Thank you for your trust!"

She stood up, bowed, and quickly left the office with the folder in her hand. As she walked down the corridor, she leaned against the wall, let out a long sigh, looked down at her slightly trembling fingers, and felt a surge of indescribable excitement and gratitude welling up inside her.

What General Manager Lin just said was not only an affirmation of her work, but also a clear path for her development.

During her time in Shuke, she witnessed firsthand how Wang Yue rose from an ordinary secretary to the position of head of the centralized procurement department. Now that Lin Feng had presented her with this opportunity, she was determined to seize it.

In the afternoon, Wang Yue invited Ma Qingqing to her apartment for hot pot.

During this period, the two were almost inseparable, and Ma Qingqing's trust in Wang Yue had deepened to the point that she was completely unguarded.

After get off work, the two went to the supermarket to buy groceries as usual. After returning to the apartment, Wang Yue set up an electric grill and arranged several plates of pre-marinated beef slices, pork belly, and chicken wings. She also took out several bottles of chilled plum wine from the refrigerator.

The amber-colored liquor gleamed warmly in the glass. Ma Qingqing sat on the sofa, changed out of her work clothes, and put on a white tank top and cotton shorts. She sat cross-legged, looking at the table full of dishes, and sighed, "Minister Wang, you always prepare so much. I could eat half of it by myself."

"Then eat more, anyway, you won't gain weight. I really envy your physique, you're 1.8 meters tall, and you can eat as much as you want without gaining weight." Wang Yue casually asked while placing pork belly on the electric grill, "By the way, Qingqing, you said last time that you would look for a boyfriend according to President Lin's standards, were you serious?"

Ma Qingqing was putting a piece of fatty beef into her mouth when she was asked a question that made her choke. She quickly picked up her plum wine and took a swig, her face turning red, whether from the alcohol or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. "Minister Wang, why did you bring this up again? I was just saying it casually. Someone like President Lin is far beyond my reach. Besides, he has so many outstanding women around him, President He, Chairman Shangguan, aren't they all better than me? I just think he's very charming, capable at work, and good to his subordinates. He's the best boss I've ever met. As for anything else, I don't dare to think about it."

"What if there's a chance? I mean, what if—President Lin expresses his feelings for you, what would you think?" Wang Yue raised her glass and clinked it against hers, her eyes showing a hint of probing, but her tone was as casual as if she were gossiping.

Ma Qingqing held her wine glass in silence for a moment, looking down at the amber liquid swirling in the glass, her ears turning slightly red.

She took a small sip of her drink, her voice much softer than before: "If that opportunity really came... I don't know what I would think. Mr. Lin is indeed a very charming man, and I remember all the care he's given me. But if he already has someone else in his life, I can't do that. I believe relationships should be exclusive, at least that's what I think. Of course, this is just my own opinion; how others choose is their own business."

"That's true. But some things have nothing to do with being faithful. If a man is capable, it's normal for many women to like him. The fact that many people like him shows that he's charming, but it doesn't mean he's not sincere with anyone. Look at President He, the female president of Tianlong Group, who manages thousands of people and who doesn't give her face in the business world? Yet, in front of President Lin, she's as gentle as water. And then there's Chairman Shangguan, the person in charge of Longlin Group. She's usually as cold as ice, but every time President Lin goes to Baijinhai, she personally comes out to greet him. What do you think they're after? President Lin's good looks? What kind of men haven't they seen? They're after President Lin as a person—capable, responsible, never stingy with women, and never mistreating those who follow him. Isn't it normal for a man like that to have several women like him?"

After hearing this, Ma Qingqing didn't immediately respond, but instead slowly took a sip of her wine. She felt that what Wang Yue said seemed to make sense.

A man like Raymond Lam is truly incomparable to ordinary people. Of the boys she met in school before, some were handsome but irresponsible, some were rich but stingy, and some were sweet-talking but womanizers. None of them made her feel as secure as Raymond Lam.

Although she still believes deep down that relationships should be monogamous, after spending so much time with Wang Yue, she has slowly begun to feel that this new view of relationships is not as unacceptable as she used to think.

At least, she doesn't shy away from learning about it.

He put down his glass and softly said, "Maybe."

Looking at her thoughtful expression, Wang Yue secretly gave herself a thumbs up. This girl's bottom line was breaking down much faster than she had expected.

She changed to a new cup, filled Ma Qingqing's cup, then poured herself a cup, saying that she had misspoke and was punishing herself with a cup.

The two clinked glasses again, and the conversation turned to the packaging design of the new product line, and the atmosphere became relaxed again.

After finishing two bottles of plum wine, Ma Qingqing's face was flushed, and she spoke much more freely than usual.

Leaning back on the sofa, his voice gradually lowered as he spoke, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and finally his head tilted to the side as he fell asleep against the sofa armrest.

Her breathing was steady and deep, and the strap of her tank top slipped off one shoulder, revealing the fair skin below her collarbone.

Wang Yue shook her shoulder, called "Qingqing" twice, and after confirming that she was completely asleep, picked up her phone and sent a message to Lin Feng.

Not long after, the door was gently pushed open.

When Lin Feng walked in, Wang Yue had already dimmed the living room lights to their lowest setting. He knelt down in front of the sofa, reached out and tucked the stray hairs from Ma Qingqing's forehead behind her ear, his fingertips gently tracing her rosy cheeks, feeling the warmth emanating from her flushed skin.

Then he and Wang Yue worked together to help Ma Qingqing up from the sofa and carry her into the bedroom. Ma Qingqing was laid down on the bed, lying on her back in a starfish position, her hair spread out on the pillow, and the flush on her face had not yet faded.

Unconsciously, she turned over in her sleep, pulled the blanket into her arms, and mumbled something incoherent in her sleep.

Lin Feng sat down on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on her bare shoulder, feeling the warm touch of her smooth skin.

He passed by his home three times without going in.

And then there's Yu the Great controlling the floods...

In the end, they were all worried that the other person would become dehydrated!

An hour later.

Wang Yue licked her lips. Lin Feng stood up, straightened his shirt collar, gave a few instructions, and left. He returned to the bedroom, tucked Ma Qingqing in, and placed a glass of warm water by the bedside.

Ma Qingqing turned over in her blanket, fast asleep with a smile on her lips, probably dreaming of something wonderful.