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

The kiss lasted for about ten minutes.

When Lin Feng pulled his hand out of her clothes, her face was already red to the roots of her neck.

"Your breasts are indeed a bit small." Lin Feng stood up and straightened his wrinkled shirt, looking at Shen Wanyu, who was sitting on the bed with a slightly unfocused gaze. "Like you said yourself, men all like big ones. But this can be improved through exercise. The yoga poses I taught you last time, the ones targeting the pectoralis major muscles, if you keep practicing them, plus eat well and get enough nutrition, it will be effective."

Shen Wanyu looked up at him, her eyes still misty with tears, but her lips were already pouting: "This is my first time, and you're complaining that I'm too small to touch me."

"I'm telling the truth." Lin Feng tilted his head towards the door. "Get up, come downstairs for dinner."

Aunt Wu had already reheated the porridge and brought it up, along with a fried egg and a small dish of pickles. Shen Wanyu sat at the table, her hair casually tied in a low ponytail, her face still bearing traces of her earlier tears.

She picked up the bowl of porridge, took a big gulp, looked up at Raymond Lam, and said, "It's so delicious." She then picked up a piece of pickled vegetable and chewed it crunchily, looking genuinely hungry. Raymond Lam sat next to her, took out his phone, opened the notes app, and typed out a nutritional recipe.

"Breakfast: Protein from at least one egg and a glass of milk, whole-wheat bread or oatmeal, and one type of fruit. Lunch: Lean meat at least 150 grams, two or more kinds of vegetables, and a bowl of rice. Snack: A small handful of nuts or a cup of yogurt. Dinner: Fish or chicken breast, vegetables, and try to avoid refined rice and white flour, replacing them with whole grains."

He turned his phone screen to Aunt Wu and said, "Aunt Wu, from now on, cook Wanyu's meals like this."

Aunt Wu took the phone and looked at it carefully. She then copied it onto a notepad, nodding as she copied: "Good, good, that's good. Miss ate too casually before, and she wouldn't listen to my advice."

Shen Wanyu lifted her head from the bowl to protest, "I didn't..."

"Hurry up and drink your porridge," Lin Feng said without turning his head.

Afraid that Lin Feng would be angry, Shen Wanyu pouted, took another big gulp from the bowl, and stared at Lin Feng with wide eyes.

After dinner, Shen Wanyu took Lin Feng to the yard to see the cats.

The two little orange kittens have settled into their new cattery. The male is sunbathing on the highest step of the cat shelter, while the female is diligently burying things next to the litter box.

Shen Wanyu squatted in front of the cat house and played with the cats for a while with a cat toy. Then she asked Lin Feng to name the two cats. Lin Feng said the male would be named Orange and the female would be named Tangerine.

Shen Wanyu disliked the names as being too unpleasant, so she came up with two names herself—the male was called "Little Moon" because the tuft of white hair on its forehead resembled a crescent moon, and the female was called "Little Tail" because of the white tip of its tail.

"I have things to do at the company this afternoon. I'll come find you after I'm done and take you to buy fish." Lin Feng glanced at the time.

"Really?" Shen Wanyu stood up from in front of the cat shelter. "You won't go missing again this afternoon, will you?"

"Won't."

"Then make a pinky promise."

Lin Feng extended his little finger and hooked it with hers.

Shen Wanyu was satisfied, but when Lin Feng turned to leave, she hugged his waist from behind, pressed her face against his back, and muttered, "I will really miss you."

Lin Feng turned around, lifted her chin with one hand, and leaned down to kiss her. This time it was just a light peck, but Shen Wanyu stood on tiptoe, trying to prolong the kiss. Lin Feng patted her lower back and said, "Stop fooling around, we have a meeting this afternoon."

Shen Wanyu then let go of his hand and stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching him get into the car. She didn't go back until the car turned out of the tree-lined road.

Lin Feng arrived at the company at around 10 a.m. He first called Wang Yue.

"How's things going on your end?"

"That's about it. I was planning to go back the day after tomorrow."

"Come back tomorrow, and bring Qingqing with you. The temporary assistant we just got here isn't very quick-witted; she can't even keep complete records of the contracts for a few important clients."

"Okay, I'll book the earliest flight for tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng went up to the twelfth floor.

Construction had already begun on the two floors above, and the sound of electric drills carried down the stairs, a constant buzzing. Walking through the corridor to the thirteenth floor, I saw workers dismantling the original partition walls, a fine layer of dust floating in the air.

The designer in charge of the renovation came up with the blueprints, and Lin Feng walked around the two floors with him, putting his ideas into the blueprints.

"The 14th and 15th floors are now rented out. The 15th floor will be the core office area, with my office in the southeast corner, next to the finance department and the legal department. A meeting room and a reception room will be reserved on the side near the elevator. The 14th floor will be for the human resources department, the administration department, and other departments, with an open office area reserved for the new project team. The 12th and 13th floors will remain in their original layout, with the offices of the department heads concentrated on the 12th floor."

The designer quickly made marks on the drawings, occasionally looking up to ask about a few details, such as the location of the sockets, the density of network interfaces, and the soundproofing requirements for the conference room.

Lin Feng answered each question and stayed on the fifteenth floor for nearly an hour before coming down.

Let's go back to the HR department floor.

Li Juan came up to us, holding a folder in her hand.

"Mr. Lin, I have a special situation to report to you. A lady named Ouyang came this morning. She said she heard from a headhunter that our company was recruiting an Operations Director and volunteered herself. I originally wanted to have her fill out some basic information before arranging an interview, but she brought a complete set of materials—resume, academic certificates, past performance reports, and a preliminary analysis of our company's business written by herself. I looked at it, and her resume is very solid, so I arranged for her to wait for you in the interview room."

"Ouyang? That's a rather unusual surname." Lin Feng took the folder she handed him and opened it.

The first page of the resume has a passport photo. The person in the photo has defined features and fair skin, and at first glance looks like he is in his early thirties.

Lin Feng turned a page. The profile section read: Ouyang Qian, 39 years old, MBA from the University of California, Berkeley. Two work experiences. The first was as the Deputy Director of Operations for four years at a listed logistics company in San Francisco; the second was as the Director of Operations for three and a half years at a supply chain company in East China after returning to China.

"We had a brief conversation on the phone. She just left her previous company this month, but I haven't asked her for the specific reasons for leaving. She has an eight-year-old daughter who is still in contact with a school in Hohai," Li Juan added from the side.

Lin Feng nodded.

Having a daughter means you are married, or at least divorced; in short, you are not single.

He closed the resume and said, "I'll go meet him."

The interview room was at the end of the corridor. The door was closed, and a figure could be seen through the frosted glass, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door.

Lin Feng pushed open the door.

Just a glimpse of his back made him stop in his tracks.

Her back was very thin, her shoulder blades were faintly visible under the fabric of her shirt, and her waist was so narrow that it seemed one could wrap your hand around it. But from her waist down, the lines of her hips suddenly widened, and the curve of her buttocks was exaggerated and smooth, wrapped in a pencil skirt, creating a neat silhouette.

What surprised him most was that even from the back, the outline of the chest could be seen, protruding slightly from both sides of the body, stretching the sides of the shirt into two curves.

Lin Feng had only ever seen this kind of effect in anime.