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

Only after saying that did Ma Qingqing belatedly realize what she had just said.

The alcohol made her mind a beat slower than usual, but the shame that welled up from the bottom of her heart was more intense than in any moment of sobriety.

She pulled the blanket over her entire face, leaving only a few strands of black hair scattered on the pillow and the tips of her two bright red ears showing. Her muffled voice came from under the blanket, carrying a hint of annoyance and an unconcealable shyness.

"Did I just say something I shouldn't have? Don't look at me, my face must be as red as a monkey's bottom right now. It's all the wine's fault, I'm not usually like this."

Lin Feng leaned against the window, watching her wrap herself up like a silkworm cocoon. He gently stubbed out the cigarette he had just lit in the ashtray, pulled out a chair, and sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice carrying a gentle smile.

"I've already said it, what's the use of covering your face? Get up and drink the porridge first, it'll feel even worse if you vomit your stomach empty. If you don't eat, I'll pull you out of the covers and feed you myself."

Ma Qingqing hesitated for a while before slowly pulling the blanket off her face, revealing a flushed face and eyes that dared not look him in the eye.

She propped herself up on her elbows and reached for the bowl of porridge on the bedside table. Just as her fingertips touched the rim, Lin Feng picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it gently, and brought it to her lips.

Seeing Lin Feng's considerate gesture, Ma Qingqing was stunned for a moment, and the blush on her ears deepened, but she still opened her mouth and ate the spoonful of porridge.

The congee was cooked until soft and tender, at just the right temperature—neither too hot nor too cold. After drinking it, the churning feeling in my stomach was indeed relieved quite a bit.

He was fed a whole bowl of porridge spoonful by spoonful, and his eyes gradually reddened.

It wasn't because I felt wronged, but because I was moved.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from her mother and third aunt, no one had ever taken care of her like this.

"I'm heading back to Hohai the day after tomorrow morning. There's a ton of stuff waiting for me at the company. The second phase of the resort hotel at the karst cave scenic area is about to be topped out, and the groundbreaking ceremony for the school district housing project is scheduled for next week. You'll have to keep an eye on things here for now. The company will send technical personnel and an engineering team over. I've already sent the preliminary site selection plan back to the company today, and they'll proceed with the subsequent construction process according to headquarters standards. Your task here is to coordinate the communication between the local government and the construction team, and keep an eye on the schedule and quality. Call me anytime if you have any questions."

Ma Qingqing nodded, placed the empty porridge bowl on the bedside table, and quickly went through the tasks he had just mentioned in her mind.

Lin Feng stood up, preparing to go to the next room to rest. He had only taken two steps when he heard Ma Qingqing's voice behind him.

"Mr. Lin, I accidentally made the room next door dirty just now, and it might smell a bit unpleasant. Why don't you stay here? The bed is quite big anyway."

Her voice grew softer and softer, until the last few words were barely audible.

She didn't dare to look up at him, but stared down at her fingers, her face partially hidden by the blanket, her ears so red they looked like they could bleed.

I was actually very nervous, but I also felt it was too unfair to make him sleep in that room that smelled of vomit.

Moreover, she had a vague, inexplicable feeling—she didn't want to be alone tonight.

Lin Feng looked at her curled up in the blankets, didn't say much, just said "okay", and then turned and went into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Ma Qingqing pulled the blanket up again to cover half of her face. Listening to the sound of the water, her heart was pounding like a drum.

I took several deep breaths quietly, telling myself not to be nervous, but I couldn't help but peek through the gap in the blanket at the blurry figure behind the frosted glass facing the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, she immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

But she could feel him walk to the bedside and feel the mattress sink slightly.

The other person was lying on the left side of the bed, and she was lying on her right side, with about a pillow's width between them.

"Tomorrow, let's go to the county government to sign the formal contract. I've already made an appointment with County Chief Zhang at 10 a.m. After the construction team arrives, you will be Shuke's project manager here. You will be involved in the entire process of the company's goji berry base in Ning County, from construction to production."

Ma Qingqing slowly peeked out from under the covers, revealing a face that was still flushed.

She remained silent for a moment, seemingly digesting this heavy responsibility. Then she spoke softly, her tone tinged with worry and sincerity.

"President Lin, I feel a huge responsibility on my shoulders. I'm afraid I lack experience and might make some mistakes. I could slowly learn how to work on the product line before, but this time it's building a factory, a multi-million dollar project. What if I mess it up? I've never even been to a construction site before, and now I have to manage an engineering team. I'm afraid I can't handle it."

"The company will send professionals to assist you. There are dedicated construction supervisors for engineering and an auditing team for finance, so you don't need to worry about those. All you need to do is coordinate and communicate, promptly relaying the county's requirements to the company and conveying the company's decisions to the construction site. In addition, I will also have Wang Yue come to help you. When she was building the medicinal herb cold storage and storage room in her hometown, she oversaw the entire process, from site selection to construction to acceptance. She is more familiar with the process than you are. With her guidance, you can get started faster. I'm entrusting such an important project to you because I believe you can do it well and I won't gamble with the company's money or your own future."

Ma Qingqing visibly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that Wang Yue was also coming.

She was close to Wang Yue and knew that Wang Yue was capable and experienced. With Wang Yue around, she felt less panicked.

She pulled the blanket up again to cover her chin, turned to face Lin Feng, and saw the two of them lying face to face, separated only by a pillow.

Lin Feng talked to her about the company's future plans, and then mentioned that when Wang Yue first took over the centralized procurement department, she didn't know anything. On her first business trip leading a team independently, she was rear-ended by a taxi on the highway and was so scared that she squatted by the roadside and cried.

Hearing this, Ma Qingqing couldn't help but laugh out loud, and her tense mood gradually dissipated without her realizing it.

Before anyone knew it, Lin Feng's arm had reached out and naturally placed his hand on her arm that was sticking out of the blanket.

My fingertips, still slightly cool from the bath, gently traced circles on her smooth skin. My fingertips could feel the delicate texture of her skin and the fine hairs that stood up slightly due to her nervousness.

"Mr. Lin, I'm a little scared." Her voice was soft, but she didn't pull away from his hand. She could feel the warmth of his fingertips moving slowly across her arm, the tingling sensation spreading from her arm to her fingertips, making her tremble slightly.

My heart was pounding, but strangely enough, besides the tension, I felt more of a sense of being cherished.

The other person's movements were so gentle that she felt she wasn't being touched, but rather being carefully cared for.

She suddenly remembered the feeling she had when he carried her through that dark path in the cave—a feeling of being both nervous and inexplicably at ease. She clung tightly to Lin Feng's arm, burying her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled and tinged with a hint of coquetry.

"Don't be afraid. I won't do anything you don't want to do. Relax and close your eyes."

Lin Feng turned to face her, gently stroking her back with one hand. Through the thin fabric of the bathrobe, he could feel the slight trembling curve of her spine.

He lowered his head, his lips gently touching her forehead, then slowly moving down... finally stopping at the corner of her lips.

Each kiss was as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, as if afraid of hurting her.