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

Lin Feng stayed at Tianlong Group for two days.

He Qianwen took him on a tour of the group's main business segments, from the transportation dispatch center to the warehouse management system, from the customer service department to the legal and compliance department, and the head of each department gave a separate report.

He Qianwen sat beside her listening, occasionally adding a few words.

Her belly wasn't very noticeable yet, but she would subconsciously slow down when walking, and would stop briefly when there was a threshold at the entrance of the conference room. Lin Feng noticed all these details.

On the first afternoon, He Qianwen went to the lounge to rest, while Lin Feng attended the logistics business department's monthly review meeting alone. The meeting was packed with data; revenue, capacity utilization, and customer complaint rates for each region were laid out in tables. He didn't say much, only asking one question at the end: Why has the vacancy rate of the warehouse center been rising for two consecutive months?

The vice president in charge of warehousing pushed up his glasses and said that Tianlong was recently reducing some of its small and medium-sized clients and concentrating its resources on large corporate clients.

Lin Feng nodded and didn't ask any further questions, but he made a mental note of it. The direction was correct, but if the execution pace was wrong, scaling back too quickly would lead to idle capacity, and costs would not actually come down.

The next morning, he went to the dispatch center to check the real-time screen. The six screens displayed dynamic data of logistics nodes across the province, with vehicle status, location, and estimated arrival time all updated in real time.

He talked with the scheduling supervisor for almost an hour and noted down the optimization suggestions the supervisor made in his phone's notes app.

He Qianwen ate lunch with him in the cafeteria. Tianlong Cafeteria was bigger than Shuke's, with more dishes and two rows of buffet tables. He Qianwen picked up a few light dishes, sat down, ate a few bites, and then put down her chopsticks.

"Not to your liking?" Lin Feng asked her.

"I haven't had much of an appetite lately." He Qianwen picked up a piece of steamed fish, chewed it for a while, and then swallowed it. "Can you cook me a bowl of porridge tonight? It's more comforting than this."

Lin Feng nodded without saying anything more. He noticed that she avoided greasy food when choosing vegetables, picking out mostly white meat and vegetables; she was still experiencing early pregnancy symptoms.

In the afternoon, he held a meeting with the technical department with He Qianwen's authorization letter to put the integration of the warehouse management systems of Shuke and Tianlong on the agenda.

Wang Yue spent the whole day busy with Mid-Autumn Festival gifts.

She visited three established local mooncake suppliers in Hohai that morning, bringing back samples to compare. Finally, she chose one with a more suitable flavor and packaging and placed an order.

Then I coordinated with Ma Qingqing about the product packages from the health management company, and confirmed the customer classification and distribution standards.

Ma Qingqing was also busy. The product department's inventory data had just been updated, so she pulled out a list of products that could be included in the gift pack and checked it three times before sending it over.

"Sister Wang Yue, how many items should we put in the gift bag? Would eight items be too many?" Ma Qingqing asked her on the phone.

"Follow Mr. Lin's instructions: provide all the items for core clients and four items for ordinary partners," Wang Yue replied while flipping through the list in her hand. "Check the inventory with the warehouse to make sure there aren't enough gift packs to ship later."

"We have enough stock. A new batch of goods from the county town has already arrived at the warehouse," Ma Qingqing said. "The first batch of trial-produced products has arrived at Hohai. I'll open the boxes and take a look later."

"Okay, keep an eye on it." Wang Yue hung up the phone.

……

Ouyang Qian arrived at the Huaiyang cuisine restaurant ten minutes early.

The private room wasn't large; a round table had four chairs, and several cold dishes were already on the table. She carried a handbag containing two gift sets from a health management company, with an envelope containing cash tucked inside.

Today I wore a light gray knitted cardigan over a white crew-neck T-shirt, paired with dark straight-leg trousers and flat shoes. I deliberately chose a more casual outfit, not wanting to stand out too much in this kind of setting.

But the cardigan was too tight.

From the front, beneath the white crew neck T-shirt, two full curves stretched the fabric to its limit, the edges of the neckline were pushed up slightly outwards, and a deep cleavage ran down from the collarbone, rising and falling gently with each breath.

The waistline is extremely slender, and the hem of the cardigan drapes over the hips, clearly defining the curves of the upper body. The curve of the chest and the slenderness of the waist create a strong contrast, as if someone had deliberately reassembled the two sections.

When you sit sideways, you can see the back of the knitted cardigan from the side. It's so thin that you can see the outline of your shoulder blades, and the line of your spine narrows down from the back of your neck.

But when you turn to the front, the two full breasts on her chest stretch the fabric so much that the white T-shirt shows several fine lines at the highest point of her chest.

The pencil skirt hugged her hips, and when she sat down, the hem stretched taut on the chair, creating a rounded silhouette of her hips under the fabric. The skirt draped down from the chair back, keeping the fabric perfectly smooth without a single wrinkle.

When she bent down to put down her handbag, her skirt pulled back taut, and the shape of her buttocks was clearly visible under the light, round and full, like two ripe fruits pressed tightly together.

About seven or eight minutes later.

When Liu Jun pushed the door open, his eyes lingered on her chest for a moment before moving to her face. "Ms. Ouyang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

As Ouyang Qian stood up, her full breasts swayed slightly, bobbing heavily beneath her white T-shirt before springing back. She turned slightly to avoid Liu Jun's gaze, saying, "Principal Liu, you're too kind. I just arrived myself."

Behind Liu Jun followed an even fatter man, half a head shorter, with a short, thick neck and a face so fleshy that his chin was almost invisible. He wore a light gray polo shirt, the collar of which was wrinkled from the fat on his neck, and his belly below the belt buckle pushed the fabric up in a bulge.

Liu Jun quickly walked around the table. "This is Director Cheng from the Education Bureau. I specially invited him to sit with us. Everyone here is quite familiar with the situation at the Experimental Primary School, so he can give you some advice."

Ouyang Qian's heart sank for a moment, but she didn't show it on her face. She bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Director Cheng. Thank you for making this trip."

Director Cheng's gaze fell on her, from her hair to her face, from her face to her neck, and then slid down to her chest, pausing for two or three seconds.

The white T-shirt was stretched thin by her full curves, revealing the faint outline of her bra, barely visible under the light. My gaze moved a few inches lower, lingering for a moment on her waist before returning to its original position.

"No trouble at all." He chuckled, his voice muffled. "Old Liu said a parent from another province wants to transfer their child to a different school. I happen to have nothing planned for tonight, so I thought I'd drop by."

Hearing this, Ouyang Qian had a bad feeling, but she could only bite the bullet and deal with the situation later.