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

Lin Feng looked down at the transfer agreement, flipped through two pages. The terms were very clear, reviewed by a lawyer, and every word was meticulously crafted.

He closed the folder, looked up at her, and said, "Do you know how heavy this gift is?"

Tianlong Group has been deeply rooted in Jiangbei Province for nearly 30 years. From a small transportation company with only a dozen trucks, it has grown into the largest logistics enterprise in South China and surrounding areas, with six of its own warehousing and logistics centers and a transportation network covering three provinces.

In the past two years, He Qianwen has also started investing in the tourism and real estate industries, and the group's market value has exceeded 30 billion yuan. His Shuke Company has indeed developed rapidly in the past two years, but its size is still orders of magnitude smaller than that of Tianlong Group.

"I know." He Qianwen gently placed one hand on the back of his hand, her palm warm. "I trust you because I'm your woman. Although we're not officially married, I know your difficulties, but those aren't problems. I just want to quietly be the woman behind you, to give birth to this child and raise it well. You can come visit us whenever you have time."

Lin Feng placed the folder on the coffee table, turned around, and pulled her into his arms. His chin rested on the top of her head, and he could smell the faint scent of shampoo in her hair.

He wanted to say something, but his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and in the end he just tightened his arms and pressed her back against his chest.

He Qianwen buried her face in his shoulder, closed her eyes for a few seconds, and then gently patted his back: "Don't talk about that now. If you think it's okay, I'll take you to the company the day after tomorrow. I have a group of old subordinates who have been with me for many years and are all trustworthy. I'll introduce them to you then. With their support, taking over the company will be much smoother."

Lin Feng released her and nodded.

With the important matters concluded, the tension in the air eased.

He Qianwen leaned back on the sofa watching Lin Feng put away the documents, then suddenly reached out and poked his waist, her eyes crinkling into a smile: "When you came in just now, were you thinking—'Why have I gotten so fat?'"

"I was cut off before I could finish speaking." Lin Feng turned around, his gaze moving down her face and lingering on her chest. "But when you mentioned gaining weight, I felt something was off when I touched her just now. Her bust seems to have gone up a size."

He Qianwen blushed slightly and pushed him away, saying, "That's a hormonal change."

"So that's why." Lin Feng stood up, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and walked towards the kitchen. "What's in the fridge? I'll cook you a meal."

He Qianwen followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as she watched him rummage through the refrigerator. The refrigerator was full of food; the vegetables were all bought that day, and there was a piece of thawed cod in a food storage container.

Lin Feng skillfully rinsed the rice and put it in the pot, marinated the cod with cooking wine and ginger slices, and also chopped a plate of broccoli and carrots. He Qianwen stood beside him wanting to help, but he pressed her down to sit in a chair at the dining table.

He made steamed cod, garlic broccoli, scrambled eggs with carrots, and a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup. He Qianwen tasted each dish and said his cooking skills were still as good as ever.

After dinner, Raymond Lam cleaned up the dishes, and He Qianwen brewed a pot of chrysanthemum tea. The two of them snuggled up on the sofa and watched an old movie.

Before the movie was even halfway through, He Qianwen fell asleep on his shoulder, her breathing even, her eyelashes drooping quietly. Lin Feng turned the volume down, pulled a blanket from the sofa over her, and didn't wake her.

He didn't go home that night; he turned off his phone and left it on the bedside table, undisturbed.

He Qianwen slept soundly in his arms. She woke up once in the middle of the night, touched his face in a daze, and then turned over and fell asleep again.

The next morning, Lin Feng left He Qianwen's house, got into his car, and turned on his phone. The moment the screen lit up, WeChat messages flooded in like a waterfall.

Shen Wanyu.

The messages started at 8 p.m. last night and continued until early this morning, with the last message showing a time of 2:14 a.m.

Lin Feng swiped the screen and roughly estimated that there were nearly a hundred messages.

"Raymond Lam, why aren't you replying to my messages?"

Are you really angry?

"I admit I was wrong, okay? Just pay attention to me."

"I've already taken a shower and fed the cat."

"I made a note of the cat food brand you mentioned last time, and I bought two more bags today."

"What are you doing?"

"Are you with another woman?"

"Raymond Lam".

"Raymond Lam Raymond Lam Raymond Lam Raymond Lam".

……

Interspersed among the text were seven or eight photos of two little orange cats, as well as many of her selfies, followed by a series of audio clips. He didn't click on them, but judging from their length, each clip was quite long.

Later, around 11 o'clock, his tone became noticeably panicked.

"Don't ignore me. I can't sleep."

"I've already admitted my mistake."

"I pushed you that day not because I didn't like you, I was just too nervous. You came so suddenly, I wasn't prepared."

"I won't push it anymore."

"Could you please reply to me with just one message, even just one word?"

The last message was sent at 2:14 AM: "Okay, go to sleep. Goodnight. Remember to reply to my messages tomorrow, or I'll keep sending them. I mean what I say."

……

Lin Feng drove his car out of He Qianwen's house. His phone kept vibrating on the center console. He glanced at the screen and saw that WeChat messages were still popping up. The red number next to Shen Wanyu's profile picture had already turned into "99+".

Ignoring everything else, I drove towards the company.

He had driven less than two blocks when his phone rang again—this time it wasn't WeChat, it was a phone call. The screen displayed the name "Shen Wanyu," and he rejected the call.

Less than thirty seconds later, it rang again.

Lin Feng sighed and turned the car around at the next intersection.

At the entrance of the villa complex where Shen Wanyu lived, the security guard already recognized his license plate and automatically raised the barrier. He parked the car outside her yard, pushed open the wrought iron gate and went inside. Before he even reached the entrance hall, he saw Aunt Wu standing on the steps with a worried look on her face, holding a tray with a bowl of porridge and two small dishes on it. The porridge had already stopped steaming.

"Mr. Lin, you've finally arrived." Aunt Wu's wrinkles smoothed out when she saw him. "Miss hasn't eaten a single bite since yesterday. Yesterday's lunch was brought back untouched, and she didn't touch dinner either. This morning I cooked porridge and brought it up, but she wouldn't even open the door. Although Miss is usually a bit picky, she's never done anything like this before. I stood at the door for ten minutes just now, and she told me not to bother her. I'm really worried about what to do."

"Aunt Wu, heat up the porridge, I'll go upstairs and check on things." Lin Feng put his car keys in his pocket, then changed his shoes and went upstairs.