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

When Lin Feng arrived at the company the next day, there were three stacks of documents waiting to be signed on his desk, and more than a dozen unread emails on his computer.

Wang Yue has been handling matters in Ning County for almost two weeks. During this time, the work of the secretary has been entirely handled by a young girl temporarily transferred from the administration department. She is not familiar with the work, so her efficiency is naturally not up to par.

Lin Feng flipped through several documents. Two contracts were missing attachments, and the approval process for one expense report had gone astray. He rubbed his temples, gathered the documents aside, and picked up the internal phone to ask the administration department to retrieve the meeting minutes from the previous two projects.

I had just hung up the phone when there was a knock on the door.

Li Juan, the head of the Human Resources Department, stood at the door with a folder in her hand.

"Mr. Lin, the negotiations for the top two floors are complete, and we can start the renovations today." Li Juan spread a folder on his desk, which contained the renovation company's quote and schedule. "It's the same company we worked with last time. They just finished a project, so they can bring their workers and equipment over immediately. The estimated timeframe is half a month, but with more manpower, we can reduce it to ten days."

Lin Feng glanced at the quotation and signed it: "Have them move in this afternoon. The two floors upstairs are mainly for the new project team. Confirm the workstation layout and network cabling with the technical department in advance, so we don't find out there aren't enough sockets after we move in."

Li Juan took the signed documents and then produced an interview schedule: "For the second round of interviews, some positions, as you mentioned last time, can be interviewed by the relevant department head. However, the department heads are unsure about the candidates submitted by the finance and marketing departments and would like you to interview them personally."

"Have them send the candidates' resumes and initial interview comments to my email. I'll take a look this afternoon when I have time. The interviews are scheduled for tomorrow morning," Lin Feng said, flipping through the calendar on his desk. "Any news from the headhunter?"

"We just spoke on the phone this morning. They've shortlisted three candidates, all at the operations director level, whose backgrounds and experience meet our requirements. We can arrange the first round of contact within two or three days at the earliest."

"No rush. Better to have nothing than something of poor quality."

Li Juan responded and left with the documents.

Lin Feng turned on his computer and began processing the backlog of emails. The entire morning passed by with signing documents, replying to emails, and making phone calls. Around noon, he had just hung up on a business partner when his phone rang.

The screen displayed He Qianwen's name.

"Lin Feng, are you free at noon? Let's have lunch together." Her voice was as gentle as ever, but her tone carried a different kind of seriousness.

"Okay, where is it?"

"Come over here, I'm at home."

Lin Feng hung up the phone, picked up his car keys, and left the office.

He Qianwen's home is in a quiet villa area in the east of the city. It is a detached house with a pomegranate tree in the yard, which is full of fist-sized fruits this season.

Lin Feng rang the doorbell, and after about ten seconds, the door opened. He Qianwen stood behind the door, wearing a loose beige knit sweater with a cardigan over it, her long hair loosely tied back.

"You've come." She stepped aside, a smile playing on her lips.

Lin Feng changed his shoes and entered the room. As soon as he turned around, He Qianwen stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips pressed against his, gentle and lingering, with a faint minty flavor. Lin Feng put one arm around her waist and the other on her back, returning the kiss.

Halfway through the kiss, Raymond Lam paused when his hand touched the high mound.

He stepped back a little and looked down. It wasn't very noticeable because of her loose-fitting knitwear, but when he put his arm around her waist earlier, he could feel that her waist was a little rounder than before.

"Are you...?" Before he could finish speaking, He Qianwen had already gently pressed her finger to his lips.

"There's something I need to tell you." She took his hand and led him from the entryway into the living room. On the coffee table was a brown paper document bag, next to a half-empty glass of warm water.

He picked up the file folder, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to Lin Feng.

It's an ultrasound report.

Lin Feng took it, scanned it from top to bottom, and finally stopped at the "Ultrasound Findings" section. Early intrauterine pregnancy, about six weeks.

She looked up at He Qianwen, then looked down at the date on the ultrasound report again. Her lips moved, but it took her several seconds to speak.

"It's been over a month? Why didn't you tell me sooner about something this important?" He placed the ultrasound report on the coffee table, supporting her arm with one hand and putting his arm around her back with the other, his movements careful. "Are you tired of standing? Sit down first."

He Qianwen was helped by him to walk towards the sofa, and couldn't help but laugh: "It's not that exaggerated. I'm not heavily pregnant now, and I don't need anyone to help me walk." Even though she said that, she still sat down on the sofa with his help and patted the seat next to her to indicate that he should sit down as well.

Lin Feng didn't sit far away; he sat right next to her, one hand still holding her wrist, his thumb unconsciously resting on her pulse.

Looking at her profile, she was without makeup, and her skin looked great, but the fine lines around her eyes were more pronounced than a few years ago. She was already over thirty-seven years old this year, which is considered advanced maternal age in medical terms.

"What did the doctor say?" he asked.

He Qianwen curled her legs up and leaned against the sofa armrest, facing him: "The doctor said I'm not naturally fertile, so it's already a rare feat that I was able to conceive this child. Given my age, I need to be prepared to protect the pregnancy later on. I can't overwork myself, I can't stay up late, and I have to be very careful about my diet."

She paused, her tone calm as if she were talking about something very ordinary, "I plan to hire two nannies and one caregiver. I've already contacted the housekeeping company, interviewed a few, and selected three that seem reliable. One will be in charge of cooking, one will be in charge of cleaning, and the caregiver is a professional with experience in taking care of pregnant women and postpartum women."

"Are three people enough?" Lin Feng frowned. "Money is not a problem. We'll hire the right people. Don't go to work for now. I'll handle things at the company."

"That's enough. There's something else I need to tell you," He Qianwen said, looking at him with her lips pursed as if she was considering something.

She paused for a few seconds, then pulled a dark blue folder from under the coffee table. The cover had the words "Equity Transfer Agreement" embossed in gold. Opening the folder, she found several pages filled with densely packed clauses. Her name was already signed in the transferor's section on the last page, while the transferee's section was blank. Next to it was a pink sticky note with her neat handwriting: "Signature Area."

"I currently own 45% of Tianlong Group's shares." He Qianwen handed the folder to Lin Feng. "I'll transfer 30% of this to you. After you sign, you'll be the largest shareholder of Tianlong Group."