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

Lin Feng stood beside her, following her gaze to the goji berry field. A gentle evening breeze blew from the field, carrying the fresh scent of earth and goji berries.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"It looks good so far, but we'll discuss the specifics tomorrow. Setting up a site is no small matter; there are many things to evaluate—site selection, building cold storage, logistics, hiring management personnel—everything needs to be calculated carefully. But don't worry too much; whatever the final evaluation result, I will consider it seriously." He paused, then added, "Your third uncle is a good man; I can tell. His goji berries are indeed better than others. The few I ate on the table today were large, high in sugar, and the anthocyanin content should be quite high as well. I'll go see his land tomorrow morning, and if it's indeed as I judged, I'll approve the site."

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. Actually, I know that you brought me here not just to inspect the goji berries. You wanted me to see for myself how many people my work can actually help. I've seen it, so I'm even more determined to do this well."

Lin Feng looked at her profile, which was flushed red by the setting sun, and said nothing.

The girl was smarter than he had expected, and her heart was both softer and stronger than he had anticipated.

She's not just a pretty face; she's capable, principled, and deeply attached to every inch of this village.

Such a person deserves to be nurtured.

When I got back to my third uncle's house, it was already dark, and a few warm yellow light bulbs were lit in the yard.

Zhiping brought over a pile of dry firewood from the backyard and lit a small bonfire in the center of the yard. Several neighbors sat around the bonfire, eating sunflower seeds and chatting.

As the night wind blew, the mosquitoes gradually multiplied, and Auntie San brought out several coils of mosquito coils from the house and lit them around the yard. Lin Feng had originally planned to stay in town, but he was interrupted by Uncle San after only saying half a sentence.

"Why go to town! There's a place to stay at home. The two rooms in the backyard were prepared for Zhiping's wedding. He's not married yet, so they're usually empty and clean. Xiaolin, don't mind, just make do for one night. Tomorrow I'll take you to the goji berry field for a good look. If you don't stay, you're disrespecting me."

"Uncle, since you've put it this way, I'll gladly accept your offer. I'll stay in the backyard, don't worry."

Ma Qingqing watched him from the side and smiled slightly.

She knew that Lin Feng was used to staying in big hotels, but he was completely unpretentious in front of his third uncle, and was more easygoing than anyone else.

She took the initiative to go to the backyard to help Lin Feng make his bed.

The backyard was quiet. Although no one lived in Zhiping's two bridal rooms, they were kept clean and tidy. Several faded New Year pictures were pasted on the white walls, and an old-fashioned table lamp was placed on the bedside table.

Ma Qingqing straightened the sheets, fluffed up the pillows, and folded the blankets, placing them at the foot of the bed. As she bent over, the hem of her trench coat fluttered gently, revealing her hips in a short, form-fitting skirt. Beneath the skirt, her long, slender legs, clad in black stockings, gleamed softly under the light, and her slender waist curved into a beautiful arc.

"Mr. Lin, the blanket might be a bit thin. It gets cold quickly here at night. If you're cold, I'll get you another blanket. Is the pillow height okay? If it's too high, I'll get you a shorter one."

"If there's anything that doesn't seem right during tomorrow's inspection, could you tell me privately? I'm worried about my third uncle..."

Lin Feng stood behind her, watching her busy herself. Just as he was about to go up and help her, she took a step back and tried to pull the blanket forward. Her back bumped into his arms without warning.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

Ma Qingqing's body stiffened in Lin Feng's arms. She could feel his arms wrapped around her waist, and through the thin fabric of his trench coat, she could feel the warmth of his hands.

Her heart raced, her ears turned bright red, and she instinctively tried to back away, but he gently wrapped his arm around her waist.

The arm was steady, the force was neither too light nor too heavy, it neither loosened its grip nor frightened her.

"President Lin...I..."

"Don't be nervous. Don't worry about tomorrow. No matter what the evaluation results are, I will set up a station here, even if it's just for you."

Lin Feng's lips were almost touching her earlobe, his voice low and gentle.

Hearing this, Ma Qingqing felt both happy and nervous.

She was happy that Raymond Lam would make this decision for her, but nervous because they were so close that she could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him and the lingering fragrance of laundry detergent on his shirt.

With her back pressed against his chest, she could feel his steady, powerful heartbeat seeping through the thin fabric of her clothes, as fast as her own.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the blanket slightly, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Slowly, she turned her head, wanting to look up at his expression. In the instant their eyes met, she could see the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp reflected in his eyes, as well as her flushed face.

Lin Feng lowered his head, his lips slowly approaching hers. Ma Qingqing could feel his breath brushing against her face, warm and gentle.

Just then, Auntie's voice came from outside, and footsteps approached. "Qingqing, what else is needed in the house? Is the pillow high enough? Is the blanket thick enough? Xiaolin is tall, and a thin blanket might not cover his feet. I'll get you a thicker one!"

Ma Qingqing sprang out of Lin Feng's arms almost reflexively, grabbed another pillow from the bed and hugged it to her chest, her face flushed as she shouted, "Third Aunt, no need, there's enough blanket and enough pillow!" Her voice trembled slightly with nervousness, and her hands holding the pillow were still shaking slightly.

Auntie San had already pushed the door open and brought in a thick quilt. She looked at Ma Qingqing, then at Lin Feng who was helping to make the bed, and smiled broadly. "Qingqing has never known how to make a bed. Look at you, the quilt is folded crookedly. Mr. Lin is a guest, how can you let the guest do it himself?"

"Third Aunt, I offered to help. Qingqing just helped me make the bed. This quilt is the perfect thickness, so you don't need to get a new one." Lin Feng took the thick quilt from his third aunt and placed it at the foot of the bed.

Auntie gave a few more instructions before pulling Ma Qingqing out.

As Ma Qingqing reached the door, she couldn't help but glance back at Lin Feng, their eyes meeting. Were her ears still red?

Lin Feng nodded slightly to her, a faint smile in his eyes. This girl was getting closer and closer to him.