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

Ouyang Qian's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the notebook.

She had done her homework before the interview, knowing that Shuke was developing rapidly and that the boss was young, but she didn't expect the other party to offer such conditions on the first meeting.

An annual salary of 3.5 million is already top-tier in a city like Hohai, and the promise of initial public offering (IPO) shares exceeded her expectations. She could sense that the young boss wasn't just making empty promises; his tone was calm as if he were stating a pre-arranged agreement.

Absolute trust.

The word popped into her mind. This man, whom she was meeting for the first time, had placed a considerable amount of trust in her.

Suddenly, she remembered why she left her previous company. The man with the title of "Deputy Director" had parked his car on the side of the road after a drinking party under the pretext of taking her home, and his fat hands moved up her thighs.

She made a snap decision, got out of the car, and submitted her resignation to the company the next day. She had been in that industry for three and a half years, dealing with all sorts of overt and covert provocations from the very first day she joined.

She knew all too well what kind of gaze her figure would attract, and she knew all too well what kind of intentions were hidden behind those gazes.

But from the moment he walked into the interview room this morning until now, Lin Feng's gaze towards her has remained consistently proper. It wasn't the kind of deliberate avoidance or attempt to cover up his true feelings, but rather a very natural, businesslike look.

When you look at her while she's speaking, you look into her eyes, not her chest.

This kind of natural eye contact is rare for her.

Her favorability rating had risen without her even realizing it.

"Mr. Lin, may I ask you a personal question?" Ouyang Qian tucked her notebook under her arm, pursed her lips, and spoke in a softer tone than before.

"Sure," Lin Feng nodded, half-jokingly adding, "But I also have a question for you. How about we exchange it?"

Ouyang Qian paused for a moment, then smiled.

When she smiled, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes appeared slightly, which actually added a touch of realism to her delicate young woman's face: "Okay, then you can ask first?"

"You ask first."

"Okay." Ouyang Qian's smile faded, and her expression became more serious. "How are Shuke Company's connections in the city? One of the reasons I left my previous job was because certain relationships made me very uncomfortable. I'd like to understand the frequency and extent of my interactions with people in the city in my future work. For some reasons, I'm not used to having too much contact with those kinds of people."

Lin Feng was silent for two seconds, then gave an "I understand" look. This subtle understanding reassured Ouyang Qian.

"Our connections in the city are decent, but the company's main strength doesn't lie in Hohai, but in the province." Lin Feng's tone was calm, as if stating a trivial fact. "I have a good relationship with Secretary Shen of the Jiangbei Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Qian dropped the cap from her water bottle. She stood there, mouth slightly agape, and it took her several seconds to find her voice: "Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission?"

She certainly knew what that title meant.

He wasn't a section chief in the Industry and Commerce Bureau or the director of any other bureau; he was the undisputed number two figure in Jiangbei Province.

Her previous assumption was that Feng might have a few acquaintances at the deputy bureau chief level in the city who could obtain some project orders through normal political and business channels, and she had no intention of thinking about the provincial core decision-making level.

No wonder Shuke was able to secure so many government projects in such a short time. No wonder the approval process for new energy qualifications was so fast. No wonder the young man in front of her was so confident when he was discussing the company's strategy with her earlier.

However, she instinctively assumed that Lin Feng and Shen Ping had some kind of exchange of benefits, but that wasn't the case at all...

Seeing that she had recovered from her surprise, Lin Feng said, "Miss Ouyang, isn't it my turn to ask?"

Ouyang Qian nodded, signaling him to ask.

Lin Feng thought for a moment, then swallowed the rest of his words, casually waving his finger in the air: "Um, Miss Ouyang, I was just curious—have you ever been to South Korea?"

Ouyang Qian blinked.

"Well..." Lin Feng rarely showed a hint of embarrassment. His gaze briefly drifted to her ample bosom before returning to her eyes. "Miss Ouyang does look very... never mind, never mind. This question is indeed a bit impolite; it's inappropriate to ask such a question on a first meeting. You don't need to answer."

Looking at his expression, Ouyang Qian's lips slowly curved into a smile. She had heard this question countless times, but Lin Feng was the first person to ask it and then feel embarrassed herself.

"Mr. Lin, I know what you want to ask." She crossed her arms naturally in front of her and looked at him frankly. "Many people have asked me this. I've basically had this figure since high school. Breast development is related to genetics and hormone levels. Most of the women in my family are this size, including my mother. So it's not what you think, and I've never been to South Korea."

At this point, she looked down at her chest, sighed, and said with a hint of self-deprecation, "I did seriously consider breast reduction surgery. I thought about it when I was younger, but the doctor said the surgery was quite invasive, and I had just given birth to my daughter, so I put it off. Now it seems—it's just a burden. I have to wear two sports bras when I run, I have to alter the waistline of shirts that don't fit, and no matter how impressive my resume is during job interviews, the first thing they see is never my resume. I even heard some colleagues betting on whether my breasts were real when I first joined my previous company."

Hearing this, Lin Feng frowned slightly: "Breast reduction surgery might be a case of penny-wise and pound-foolish for you. Any surgery carries risks, and once breast tissue is damaged, the impact on the future shape of the breasts and breastfeeding function is irreversible. Since it's something you were born with, it means your body is structured this way, and there's no need to change it for the sake of other people's opinions."

Ouyang Qian's expression paused for a moment.

She had heard countless comments about her figure, ranging from lewd jokes to sour jealousy and feigned concern.

But the young man she had only known for less than half a day analyzed the risks of the surgery from a professional perspective, speaking in a calm tone, as if he were discussing the pros and cons of a contract.

This attitude actually made her feel very comfortable.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin." She pulled the notebook out from under her arm and nodded slightly to him. "Then I'll go back and prepare. I'll report to the company the day after tomorrow morning and, as we agreed before, go through all the procedures for each department."

"Go." Lin Feng stood still.

Ouyang Qian turned and walked a few steps toward the parking lot, then stopped and looked back at him: "President Lin, you can really ask the question you just mentioned without worry. Also... if you have any questions about work in the future, just say it directly, no need to beat around the bush. I'm not easily offended, and I really like that kind of conversation."

Lin Feng nodded and watched her get into the car. Only after the white sedan drove out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic did he turn around and go back into the building.