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

After the incident in the cave, Ma Qingqing found that her mind was somewhat out of control.

Sitting at my workstation in the centralized procurement department, staring at the purchase list on the computer screen that I had already checked several times, my gaze kept drifting involuntarily to the door of the general manager's office at the end of the corridor.

When Lin Feng carried her across that dark cave path that day, her chest was pressed against his back, and he could feel her shoulder blades rising and falling rhythmically as they walked.

Her body heat seeped through the thin fabric of her shirt, yet it brought a strange sense of comfort. When I knelt down in the emergency room to massage her ankle, the pressure of my fingers was just right—both professional and gentle.

As she looked down at the other person's slender fingers gently massaging her swollen ankle, a feeling of excitement she had never experienced before welled up inside her.

She used to think that handsome men were synonymous with womanizers, and rich men were even more unreliable. But Raymond Lam had both qualities, and she couldn't find anything to criticize about him.

He is generous to his subordinates, serious about his work, and considerate to those around him. He never puts on airs just because he is rich and powerful.

She recalled his words in the cave hall—"I'm not taking care of you because you're my senior; I value your abilities." She pondered these words for days, feeling a warm glow in her heart each time she thought of them. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever affirmed her so earnestly.

That noon, she went to the tea room to get some water and ran into Lin Feng, who was also walking in with a cup.

I felt a sudden, inexplicable tension and almost spilled the water outside the cup. I quickly aligned the cup with the water dispenser's spout, but my fingers were trembling slightly.

"Mr. Lin, you're here too." Her voice was a little dry, and her ears were starting to feel hot.

"Yeah, just finished a meeting. How's your ankle recovering? Does it still hurt?" Lin Feng leaned against the bar, unscrewed the cap of a mineral water bottle, and spoke casually and gently.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you for your concern, Mr. Lin. If you hadn't carried me out that day, I don't know what I would have done alone in the cave. You have no idea, I was actually very nervous when I was on your back." Ma Qingqing realized what she had said as soon as she finished speaking, and her ears turned bright red. She quickly lowered her head and pretended to look at the water in her cup.

"What are you so nervous about? Are you afraid I'll drop you?" Lin Feng smiled slightly as he looked at her embarrassed expression.

"No, no, I was afraid I was too heavy and would tire you out. You carried me for so long, and I felt really bad about it afterwards," Ma Qingqing quickly explained, her voice growing softer and softer.

"With your weight, carrying you for a while won't tire you out. It's my fault, though; I shouldn't have taken you down that side road, causing you to twist your ankle. Have you been icing it on as usual these past two days?"

"Yes, as you said, apply ice for the first 48 hours, then apply heat. Don't worry, you're almost fully recovered." After saying this, Ma Qingqing picked up her water glass and quickly walked out of the tea room.

Back at her workstation, she touched her burning cheeks with the back of her hand and mentally berated herself.

It's just a few words, why is your face so red?

That night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, her mind replaying the image of Lin Feng carrying her through the cave.

Suddenly, a thought she'd never had before popped into her mind: how wonderful it would be if Lin Feng were her boyfriend. If he could hold her hand every day, carry her on his back, and massage her ankles, just like that day in the cave, she would be willing to do anything for him.

This thought kept growing, so I quickly buried my face in the pillow, feeling that my idea was too bold, but I couldn't help but secretly think about it in my heart.

That night, she dreamed of Lin Feng for the first time.

I held her hand as we walked through the cave.

"Don't let go."

"It won't loosen."

……

Meanwhile, Lin Feng followed Ye Qinghan's car, passing through most of the Hehai city area, and drove onto a quiet mountain road he had never been to before.

Tall plane trees line both sides of the road, their branches intertwining overhead to form a dense green corridor, and security personnel can be seen hiding behind the bushes at intervals.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of an inconspicuous courtyard, with white walls and gray tiles, and no sign.

Ye Qinghan parked the car, changed into a more formal coat, and led him through the courtyard, pushing open an antique-style carved wooden door. The private room was small but elegantly decorated, with a traditional Chinese ink painting of mountains and rivers hanging on the wall, and a small, dry landscape garden outside the window.

Shen Ping was already sitting in the main seat, wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, his hair neatly combed back, and his face showing an irrepressible smugness.

Seeing Lin Feng enter, he stood up and extended his hand, shaking hands firmly, and his smile was more sincere and warm than when they last met.

"Xiaolin is here, please sit down. Qinghan, you sit down too. Thank you for your hard work this time."

Ye Qinghan sat down next to them, poured tea for the two of them, picked up a cup for herself, and leaned back in her chair.

Shen Ping picked up his teacup, his gaze lingering between Ye Qinghan and Lin Feng for a moment, then he lowered his head and took a sip of tea without saying anything more.

"Qinghan, you were involved in this too. If it weren't for your connections, Xiaolin wouldn't have been able to handle it so efficiently. And you two—" Shen Ping's gaze swept over the two of them, he smiled, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and didn't continue.

Ye Qinghan's face flushed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

She knew that Shen Ping's words had a hidden meaning, but she also knew that Shen Ping's words today were a statement in themselves.

She has been a widow at home for many years, and the entire Shen family is grateful to her, especially Shen Ping!

When Shen Hui left, Shen Ping was just a mid-level cadre in the provincial department. Ye Qinghan raised Shen Qianqian all by herself and never complained about the Shen family's neglect.

Shen Ping remembered all of these things.

Now that Lin Feng has helped him so much, he naturally turns a blind eye to the relationship between Ye Qinghan and Lin Feng.

When he reached his position, he always considered issues from the perspective of the big picture.

Lin Feng is his hero, and Ye Qinghan is his younger brother's widow. Both of them are core forces in his camp, and he will not ruin this situation because of some personal feelings.

In officialdom, self-interest is the primary concern; other matters can be tolerated as long as they don't cross the line.

The waiter began serving the dishes; there weren't many, but each dish was exquisite.

Steamed sea bass, crab roe tofu, and steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli are all presented with exquisite plating and high-quality ingredients.

Shen Ping picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of fish on Lin Feng's plate. He then scooped a spoonful of crab roe tofu for Ye Qinghan. After putting down his chopsticks, he began to talk about his confrontation with Chen Liangliang a few days ago.