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

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. I... I will work even harder in the future."

"You're welcome. I'm just telling the truth. You'll find yourself even more capable than I imagined." Lin Feng stood up and straightened his coat. "Let's go. I roughly remember the direction. If we walk a little further, we should be able to find our way out."

Ma Qingqing stood up with him, but after taking a few steps, she suddenly slipped and stepped on a loose pebble, twisting her ankle sharply to the side.

She gasped in pain and staggered forward. Lin Feng immediately turned around and supported her arm.

"What happened? Did you twist your ankle?" He squatted down, gently pressing his fingers on the outside of her ankle. "Does it hurt here?"

"Ouch—it hurts a bit, I think I twisted it." Ma Qingqing bit her lower lip, and a few beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Without a word, Lin Feng squatted down and turned his back to her. "Get on, I'll carry you. The road ahead is still long, and your ankle will swell up even more if you walk back like this. Don't push yourself."

Ma Qingqing hesitated for a moment. "President Lin, no need, I can manage myself—"

"Stop talking nonsense and get on." Lin Feng's tone left no room for negotiation. He turned his head and glanced at her, and that look made her swallow all the words she was about to say.

Ma Qingqing bit her lower lip and leaned over him, carefully wrapping her arms around his neck. When Lin Feng stood up, her body inevitably pressed against his back.

She could feel her chest pressing against his back, her two full breasts being squeezed and slightly deformed, and her body heat passing through the thin fabric.

The touch made her feel strange, and her ears turned bright red instantly. She quickly buried her face in the back of his shoulder, praying that he wouldn't notice anything.

Lin Feng noticed it, of course.

The elastic pressure on his back clearly told him that Ma Qingqing's figure was even more voluptuous than he had estimated through her clothes.

He held her thighs in his hands, feeling their warmth and firmness—the kind of tightness that comes from long-term fitness and swimming. The skin on the inside of her thighs was smooth and delicate.

Her buttocks were pressed against his lower back, gently rubbing against his waist with each step he took. The soft and elastic touch made him feel a little aroused.

But he didn't show any unusual expression on his face. He simply supported her legs steadily and walked forward step by step along the path.

Ma Qingqing lay on his back, initially stiff with nervousness, her fingers gripping the shoulder of his coat tightly, barely daring to breathe, afraid that her weight would tire him out.

But after walking for a few minutes, she felt that his steps were still steady and his breathing hadn't become heavy, so she gradually relaxed. The warmth of his body seeped through the fabric, making her feel inexplicably at ease.

She's always been tall, always sitting in the last row of class, and has never been carried on anyone's back. She used to think being too tall was a burden, but now, being carried by him, for the first time, she doesn't feel so bad about it.

At least her legs could hang naturally at his waist, at just the right angle.

"Mr. Lin, am I very heavy?"

"Not heavy. For your height and weight, you're on the thin side. Eat more regularly, and don't just eat salads all the time."

Ma Qingqing buried her face in his shoulder, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Okay. I'll eat more meat from now on. When I worked at the trading company, my colleagues called me 'Bamboo Pole.' Back then, I thought I'd never get married. After coming to Shuke, Minister Wang told me that being tall is an advantage; you look good in anything, something others can only envy."

"Wang Yue is right. You should be glad you're tall and have long legs, so you look good in anything. If anyone calls you 'bamboo pole' again, just tell them that they can't possibly be worthy of you."

Ma Qingqing was amused by his words, and her laughter echoed softly in the quiet cave. She buried her face in his shoulder again, trying not to let him see the tears welling up in her eyes.

This man carried her for so long without complaining of being tired, and even had the mood to make her laugh.

She recalled what Wang Yue had told her—President Lin is never stingy with talented people, and he is particularly protective of his own.

You won't suffer if you follow him.

As she lay on his back, a subtle feeling suddenly welled up inside her.

This feeling was unlike any emotion she had ever experienced before. It wasn't simple gratitude, nor was it awe of the boss; rather, it was a more personal and tender feeling.

It seems like with him around, there's nothing to be afraid of.

As they emerged from the cave, the sunlight suddenly shone down, causing Ma Qingqing to squint. Lin Feng placed her on a rest chair next to the visitor center, squatted down, and carefully removed her sneakers and socks.

My ankle was already a little red and swollen, with a small patch of light bluish-purple on my fair skin.

"It's a little swollen. Does it hurt?" Lin Feng gently pressed the swollen area with his finger.

"It hurts a little. But it's much better than before, so it should be nothing serious."

Lin Feng gently pressed his fingers around her ankle, the pressure very light and slow. He started with the ligaments on the outside of her ankle, massaging clockwise a few times, then counterclockwise a few times. "This is a mild sprain, no bones are broken. Apply ice for the first 48 hours after you get home, then apply heat. Elevate your foot when you sleep, and don't wear high heels for the next few days. I'll have the nurses from the emergency center check you again later."

"Mr. Lin, you can do this too?" Ma Qingqing looked down at his skillful technique, somewhat surprised.

"I studied basic anatomy and physical therapy before. I treated a client who sprained her ankle. Are you feeling any better?"

"It doesn't hurt as much anymore. Mr. Lin, your massage was very comfortable. Did you really work as a massage therapist before?"

"Pretty much. I've worked as a yoga instructor and a physical therapist." Lin Feng looked up at her. "Is this pressure okay?"

"Okay, very good." Ma Qingqing nodded quickly, her ears turning so red they were almost bleeding.

Several tourists passing by saw this scene, and one of the older women couldn't help but sigh enviously, "Look how considerate her boyfriend is, he even gives her a massage." Ma Qingqing's face turned red to the roots of her neck, and she wanted to explain but didn't know how to start.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, remained calm and continued massaging her ankle, as if he hadn't heard anything.

After massaging her ankle, Lin Feng had a staff member from the scenic area bring a wheelchair and personally pushed her to the emergency center. The nurses at the emergency center applied ice and bandaged Ma Qingqing's ankle, saying it was just a minor sprain and she would recover after a few days of rest.

Lin Feng asked the nurse about the precautions, and the nurse explained them clearly. He wrote them down in his phone's memo app one by one: apply ice for the first 48 hours, then apply heat, avoid strenuous exercise, and elevate your feet when sleeping.

He remembered so carefully that even the nurse couldn't help but glance at him and said with a smile, "Sir, you're even more attentive than your girlfriend."

Ma Qingqing opened her mouth to explain, but Lin Feng had already put his phone away. "Thank you. Could you please prescribe a box of topical anti-inflammatory medicine for her, and also prepare a few ice packs for us to take back?"

After leaving the emergency center, Lin Feng pushed Ma Qingqing in a wheelchair to the door of her hotel room in the scenic area.

Wang Yue was already waiting in the room. When she saw Ma Qingqing being wheeled in, she was startled at first, but breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Lin Feng casually say, "She twisted her ankle, it's not serious."

Watching Lin Feng personally apply ice packs to Ma Qingqing, prop her up with pillows, and explain the precautions the nurse had given her one by one.

"Mr. Lin, don't worry, I'll take good care of Qingqing. You're such a busy person, go and do something else."

As Lin Feng reached the door, he turned back to look at Ma Qingqing. "Take good care of your injury. Don't move around too much these next couple of days. Call me if anything happens."

Ma Qingqing sat on the bed, ice packs on her ankles, watching Lin Feng's figure disappear through the door.

The inexplicable feeling in her heart grew stronger, as if something was quietly sprouting. She had told Wang Yue that she would use President Lin as the standard when looking for a boyfriend in the future, but at the time it was just a joke.

But at this moment she suddenly felt that this standard was probably not a joke.

If she were to meet someone like President Lin someday, she would probably be tempted.

No, she might already be attracted to him, but she just hasn't realized it yet.