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

The next morning, Lin Feng changed his clothes with Shangguan Jinghong's help. He wore a dark gray silk robe, his hair was still loose and draped over his shoulders, giving him a more languid and graceful look than usual.

She helped him fasten his shirt cuffs, straightened his collar, took a half step back to look him over, nodded in satisfaction, and said that he looked much more presentable. Then she told him to be careful on the road and to remember to message her when he arrived.

Lin Feng kissed her forehead to reassure her.

As soon as they exited the gate of Baijinhai, Wang Yue's car was already waiting at the entrance.

Today I wore a light gray business suit, with long legs encased in black stockings extending from under the hem, and black pointed-toe flat shoes on my feet. I looked capable and efficient.

When she saw Lin Feng come out, she rolled down the car window and waved to him.

Lin Feng opened the car door and sat in the back seat. Wang Yue started the car and went to pick up Ma Qingqing first.

Ma Qingqing stood at the entrance of the residential area, dragging a small suitcase, clearly having been waiting for a while.

She dressed up carefully today, wearing a beige long trench coat over a white silk shirt, and a dark gray pencil skirt that just covered her mid-thigh.

Two long, straight legs were encased in thin black stockings that shimmered faintly in the morning light, and she wore a pair of silver strappy high heels.

With his 1.8-meter height and this carefully matched outfit, he looked like a model straight out of a fashion magazine when he stood at the entrance of the residential area, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

Her hair was no longer tied up, but was loose on her shoulders with slightly curled ends. She wore more delicate makeup than usual, with a light dusty rose lipstick on her lips. She looked more mature and charming than at the company, yet still retained the clean and pure temperament unique to her innocent face.

Wang Yue parked the car in front of her, leaned out to open the trunk for her, and looked her up and down. "Qingqing, you look so good today. Is that trench coat new? It makes your waist look so slim and your legs look so long, you're sure to turn heads. If your male colleagues at the company saw this, there would be several more broken cups in the break room."

Ma Qingqing put her suitcase in the trunk, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat, somewhat embarrassed, adjusting the belt of her trench coat. "Minister Wang, please don't tease me. I just felt that it's better to dress formally for a business trip, so as not to embarrass the company. I bought this trench coat last week when I was shopping with a friend. She said it looked good on me, so I gritted my teeth and bought it. Actually, I didn't dress up much, just put on some lipstick. Please don't look at me, it's making me feel embarrassed."

"Clothes make the man, you know. It would be a waste not to dress well with a figure like yours. Let me tell you, this business trip is a rare opportunity. President Lin is personally taking you to inspect the base, so you need to do your best. You are the head of this product line, and after the new company is established, you will definitely be in charge of the operation and management of this line. In the future, we might even assign you a team and make you a product manager. On this trip, learn more from President Lin, don't just be nervous, understand?" Wang Yue glanced at Ma Qingqing through the rearview mirror while driving, deliberately steer the conversation towards business, but the teasing tone was obvious to everyone.

Ma Qingqing secretly glanced at Lin Feng beside her and found that he was looking down at his phone, seemingly unaware of their conversation. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned her gaze to the rapidly receding street scene outside the car window, but her heart involuntarily quickened a few beats.

When Wang Yue said "perform well," a fleeting image flashed through her mind: Lin Feng carrying her through the dark path in the cave, and his focused profile as he knelt down to massage her ankle in the emergency center.

Quickly suppress these images in your mind and tell yourself that this is just a normal business trip.

Lin Feng looked up from his phone and began to discuss important matters with Wang Yue.

"Wang Yue, take the time to handle the subsidiary registration these next couple of days. The name will be Shuke Health Products Management Co., Ltd., an independent legal entity, under the Shuke Group. The business scope will cover the research and development and sales of various Chinese medicinal herbs, tonics, and health foods. You'll coordinate with the finance department regarding the registered capital; it will be accounted for through the group's accounts. Also, for now, we'll use the existing floor of the centralized procurement department for office space, and we'll allocate a separate floor later. Once the company is registered, you'll be the vice president, responsible for daily operations. During this period, please pay close attention and ensure the preliminary preparations are thorough."

Wang Yue nodded and kept these points in mind.

Having followed Lin Feng for so long, she was already quite adept at these matters. Knowing that he would entrust her with important tasks, she felt both proud of being trusted and responsible for not messing things up.

Ma Qingqing listened from the side, lost in thought. The newly established subsidiary was headed by Lin Feng and Wang Yue. As the head of the new product line, whether she could gain a foothold on this new platform depended on her performance.

She silently encouraged herself, telling herself that she must seize this opportunity during the business trip and let President Lin see her abilities and potential.

Upon arriving at the airport, the three of them went through security, waited in the departure lounge for a while, and then boarded the plane.

Ma Qingqing sat by the window. After the plane took off, she kept looking out the window. The clouds rolled like white waves below the wings, and the sunlight shone through the porthole onto her fair profile.

Lin Feng sat next to her, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes to rest. After flying for about half an hour, the plane suddenly encountered a strong turbulence, the fuselage shook violently, followed by several more violent jolts.

A series of exclamations rose and fell in the cabin, and the overhead luggage compartments creaked slightly.

Ma Qingqing's face turned pale instantly, her fingers gripping the armrests of her seat tightly. She was most afraid of this kind of sudden turbulence. Every time she encountered turbulence on a plane, she would get so nervous that her palms would sweat. This turbulence was more severe than any she had ever experienced before, and she felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, turned his head to look at her, and saw that she was so nervous that she was almost curled up in a ball. He reached out and gently placed his hand on the back of her hand, pried her fingers off the armrest of the seat, and held them in his palm.

His hands were warm and dry, and his grip was just right, enveloping her slightly trembling fingers.

"Don't worry, it's just airflow, it's perfectly normal."

Ma Qingqing was stunned for a moment, looked down at his hand holding hers, her fingers curled slightly, but she did not pull them back.

She could feel the warmth of his palm seeping through her skin; that warm and steady touch slowly relaxed her tense nerves.