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

The three people sat down.

When Ouyang Qian sat down, her pencil skirt stretched taut on the chair, the curve of her hips squeezing out between the backrest and armrests, making the fabric look full. When she turned to the side to pick up her teacup, her waist twisted into an arc, and the curve of her chest shifted slightly, making the round and full look even more obvious when she turned to the side.

The waiter started serving the hot dishes. Liu Jun ordered a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor), unscrewed the cap, poured a glass for Director Cheng first, and then poured one for Ouyang Qian.

"Ms. Ouyang, you must know that Experimental Primary School is the best primary school in Hohai University. Every year, so many parents are desperate to get in, and there are only so many places available, so the competition is fierce." Liu Jun swirled his wine glass. "However, with Director Cheng here, everything is negotiable."

Ouyang Qian picked up her glass and took a sip. The liquor was spicy, burning down her throat. She put down her glass and steered the conversation back to business. "Principal Liu, Director Cheng, I know that transferring schools is difficult these days, which is why I came here specifically to see you both. My daughter was in fourth grade in another province, and her foundation is quite solid. She should be able to keep up after transferring."

Liu Jun turned and glanced at Director Cheng.

Director Cheng leaned back in his chair, his gaze moving from her face to her chest, then back to her eyes. As she sat, the neckline of her white T-shirt was slightly open due to the curve of her chest, revealing a small section of fair skin below her collarbone, rising and falling gently with her breath.

Leaning back in his chair, he said slowly, "Ms. Ouyang, transferring schools is something that can be difficult or easy. It all depends on who's handling it. If you meet the right person, it's just a matter of a word."

The familiar words suggest it was premeditated.

Ouyang Qian's fingers tightened on the wine glass for a moment, then slowly loosened.

Liu Jun poured her another glass. "Ms. Ouyang, come on, have another drink. Don't worry about the Experimental Primary School. With Director Cheng here, this matter will definitely be handled."

Ouyang Qian looked at the glass of wine, picked it up, and drank it. By the time she finished the third glass, she could feel the effects of the alcohol rising, and her cheeks began to feel slightly warm.

"Director Cheng, this is just a small token of my appreciation." She took the handbag from under the table, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards him. "You see, about my daughter's schooling..."

Director Cheng glanced at the bag but did not reach out to take it.

He turned his gaze back to her, slowly sliding it down from her chest to her hips, which were encased in a pencil skirt, and paused there for a moment.

Then he looked up at her, his voice neither loud nor soft, "Ms. Ouyang, you should know that someone of my status doesn't lack these things. You also know that in this society, everything comes at a price, and you should understand what I mean."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch her right hand, but Ouyang Qian felt a churning in her stomach and immediately pulled back.

As she pulled her hand away from the handbag and stood up, the wrinkles in her pencil skirt, caused by her sitting posture, bounced back to their original shape. Her hips, now supported by the skirt, regained their rounded curves and swayed slightly under the light.

"Excuse me, Director Cheng, I don't quite understand what you mean. This meal is on me, please enjoy."

She picked up her bag and walked towards the door, her skirt swaying from side to side with each step, the curve of her hips tightly wrapped around her with every stride, clearly outlining the curves of her body.

From behind, her back was as narrow as a young girl's, but her hips, which suddenly widened below her waist, were round and perky, stretching her pencil skirt tightly. As she walked, the fabric stretched out a tight curve at the peak of her hips, undulating slightly with each step.

Director Cheng watched her walk towards the door, picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth, and chewed it. He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Ms. Ouyang, if you walk out this door today, your daughter will not be able to enter any primary school at Hohai University. I have the ability and the authority to do so. You should think carefully."

Ouyang Qian's hand stopped on the doorknob.

The private room was quiet for a few seconds. Without turning around, she pressed the handle hard, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The door closed behind her, and the sound of footsteps faded away down the corridor.

Director Cheng picked up another peanut, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and chuckled, "Quite the temper."

Liu Jun rubbed his hands together. "Chief, should we...?"

"No rush." ​​Director Cheng picked up his glass and took a sip. "She will come back."

This wasn't the first time he'd encountered this situation. Parents always have the same heart, and he understood the feelings of parents all too well.

Besides, roses with thorns are more beautiful; what's the point of something that's easily obtained?

……

Ouyang Qian came out of the restaurant and hailed a taxi by the roadside.

The night breeze blew in through the car window and warmed her face, easing some of the heat from the alcohol. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, her chest still rising and falling slightly, the churning in her stomach slowly subsiding.

I got home at almost 9:30.

She just bought the house last month. It's a four-bedroom, two-living-room villa in a nice neighborhood in the eastern part of Hehai City. The renovation is new, but the price wasn't cheap; it cost her almost half of her savings.

Fortunately, Shuke's salary is high enough to make ends meet.

The key turned the lock quietly, and the living room light was still on. Hearing the door open, the nanny, Sister Wang, peeked out from the kitchen. She was in her fifties, wearing a floral apron and clutching a dishcloth.

The other person had been with her for six or seven years, and since they were also from the same hometown, they had practically become family.

"Miss is back? Have you eaten? There's still some soup warming in the pot."

"You've eaten, Sister Wang, go and rest now." Ouyang Qian changed into slippers and came in.

The TV in the living room was on, and the sound of cartoons was coming from the screen. Niu Niu heard the noise at the door, jumped off the sofa, ran over barefoot, hugged her leg, and looked up at her.

"Mom, why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for so long." The little girl had just turned eight years old. She had two little braids and a round face. Her eyebrows and eyes resembled her mother's, but her features had not yet fully developed, giving her a childlike innocence.

Ouyang Qian squatted down, picked up her daughter, and let her sit on her arms. "Mom's eating out, I have something to do. Have you finished your homework today?"

"I finished writing a long time ago, and Grandma Wang checked it." Niu Niu hugged her neck and kissed her on the cheek. "Mommy, when can I go to school? I've been at home for so long, I want to go to school."

Ouyang Qian paused for a moment, but quickly resumed her normal movements, lifting her daughter up slightly. "It'll be soon. Mom is helping you with the paperwork, and you can go to your new school next week. Then you'll be able to make new friends."

"Really? That's great!" Niu Niu squirmed in her arms, jumping for joy. "Then I can play with the other kids!"