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

Ouyang Qian put her back on the sofa, sat down beside her, and picked up the remote to change the channel for a cartoon. Niu Niu leaned against her arm and quieted down, staring at the screen for a while before rubbing her eyes, slowly getting sleepy.

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy." Ouyang Qian patted her hair.

"No, I want to wait for Mommy." Niu Niu rubbed her face against her arm, her voice becoming more and more indistinct. Before long, she fell asleep against her, her little hands still clutching the hem of her clothes.

Ouyang Qian looked down at her daughter's quiet profile, her long eyelashes drooping, her lips slightly parted, her breathing even. She reached out and brushed the stray hairs from Niu Niu's forehead to one side, then gently picked her up from the sofa, carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and covered her with the blanket.

Niu Niu turned over, hugged the blanket to her chest, and mumbled something incoherent in her sleep.

Sister Wang peeked out from the room at the end of the corridor. "Miss, is Niu Niu asleep?"

"I'm going to sleep." Ouyang Qian closed the bedroom door and came out. "Sister Wang, you should get some rest too. I'm all settled here."

Sister Wang nodded and went back to her room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

The living room quieted down, and Ouyang Qian went into the bathroom.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, steam billowing out and condensing on the mirror. I stood under the water for a long time, waiting for the steam to dissipate before turning off the water.

The steam in the bathroom slowly dissipated. She dried herself with a towel, casually draped a loose cotton robe over herself, and stood in front of the mirror. The steam made the mirror slightly blurry; she raised her hand to wipe it, and her reflection appeared in the mirror.

The robe's belt was loosely tied, and the neckline was open, allowing her two full breasts to hang naturally beneath the loose fabric, swaying gently as she dried her hair.

The waistline is cinched tightly, with a noticeable narrowing from the lower edge of the ribs to the hip bones, and the hip bones protrude slightly under the skin. The hips create a rounded curve at the hem of the robe, and even the loose robe cannot conceal their full contours.

He draped the towel he was holding on the rack and glanced down at his chest. He cupped the two heavy mounds in his hands and weighed them in his palms.

Everyone in her family has this body type; their breasts have never sagged. The doctor said it's because they have naturally high breast tissue density and good skin elasticity, a relatively rare constitution.

Sometimes having a good figure can be a curse!

Ouyang Qian sighed and released her hand from her chest. The woman in the mirror already had fine lines around her eyes, but she still looked several years younger than her actual age. With that face and that figure, she attracted attention wherever she went; she was used to it.

After leaving the bathroom, she didn't go to the bedroom, but instead went into the study.

The study was small, with a desk and a chair against the wall, and a bookshelf on the other side, piled with several boxes of books she had brought from another province, which she hadn't had time to organize yet.

He took a bottle of red wine from the small freezer under his desk, opened it, poured himself a glass, and sat down at his desk.

Soft music was played, the piano melody flowing through the quiet space. She leaned back in her chair, holding a wine glass, and took a sip. The cool liquid slid down her throat, easing the lingering spiciness in her mouth.

My mind is filled with images of dinner that evening.

Director Cheng's words were like a nail driven into her mind—"If you walk out of this door today, your daughter will not be able to get into any primary school at Hohai University."

She knew this was no joke.

It's so easy for the head of the education bureau to block a child's primary school enrollment in the local area. He can just find any excuse—incomplete files, incorrect student registration information, inconsistent household registration documents—each excuse could keep her busy for months.

Her daughter can't wait more than a few months; school starts next week.

He put the wine glass on the table and rubbed his temples.

If she couldn't follow Director Cheng's path, she had to find another way. She thought of the customer maintenance form Lin Feng had shown her that afternoon, which listed many heads of various departments in Hehai City. There was one name she had noticed at the time—the deputy director of the Education Bureau, surnamed Sun.

If we can get this done through Deputy Director Sun's connections, we won't need to deal with Director Cheng anymore. Tomorrow, I'll take the opportunity of delivering Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to the Education Bureau and try that route first.

If we can get in touch with Deputy Director Sun, things might take a turn for the better.

If all else fails... she thought of what Lin Feng had said that afternoon—"I have some connections in Hehai City."

She didn't want to ask for favors so soon after joining the company. She always handled things on her own and wouldn't ask for help unless absolutely necessary, nor did she want to owe anyone a favor. But this matter concerned Niu Niu's school enrollment, and if Deputy Director Sun couldn't help, she would have no choice but to turn to Lin Feng.

He picked up his glass and took another sip.

The night outside the window was very dark, and occasionally a car horn could be heard from afar, but it became very distant and blurry through several buildings and a green belt.

After one piano piece finished playing, the next one began, its melody becoming more soothing. Ouyang Qian finished the last sip of her wine, stood up, turned off the music, closed the study door, and walked towards the bedroom.

The next morning, Ouyang Qian arrived at the company just after eight o'clock.

Only the cleaning lady was mopping the floor in the corridor; most of the workstations were empty.

I pushed open the door to my office, sat in the chair for a while, and checked my phone for today's schedule.

I noticed that Raymond Lam wasn't at the company yesterday.

I heard from the HR department a couple of days ago that General Manager Lin rarely sits in his office. If you need to contact him, just call him; otherwise, there's no need to look for him.

Ouyang Qian put her phone on the table, leaned back in her chair, took a breath, and felt a sense of inexplicable peace. A new director, the boss entrusted her with full operational authority without even showing his face at work. This trust was truly immense.

At 8:30, the centralized procurement department was already busy.

Wang Yue, accompanied by two assistants, was checking the Mid-Autumn Festival gift distribution list in the corridor. Several carts were stacked neatly with gift boxes bearing the logo.

Ouyang Qian stopped to take a look as she passed by. The gift boxes came in three sizes: large, medium, and small, with different product combinations inside. She had already obtained the complete list yesterday, covering almost the entire political and business network of Hohai District, from municipal departments to district-level units.

He stood in the corridor for a moment, then turned and walked back.

I slowed my pace a bit as I passed the phone booth.

The phone booth was at the end of the corridor. It wasn't very big, and there was a sign on the door that read "For Internal Calls Only." Company policy stipulated that all external government communications must be made using landlines, with recordings kept on file. Personal mobile phones could not be used casually and required General Manager Lin's permission.

Ouyang Qian pushed open the door and sat down at the table, then opened her contacts and found Deputy Director Sun's number.

The phone rang seven or eight times before being answered. A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end, his tone neither warm nor cold, "Hello, who is this?"

"Hello Director Sun, I'm Ouyang Qian, the new Operations Director of Shuke Group." She tried to make her voice sound natural. "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and I'd like to thank you for your continued support of Shuke. I'd like to visit you in person to express our company's gratitude. Would lunchtime be convenient for you? I've made a reservation at a teahouse near the Education Bureau, so it won't take up too much of your time."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, then the voice softened considerably, "Director Ouyang, you're too kind. I don't have any plans for lunch, so please send me the address."

After hanging up the phone, Ouyang Qian sat in the chair for a moment, turned her phone over and glanced at it. The whole thing took less than two minutes. The other party didn't ask any questions or make any excuses.

This shows that Shuke has indeed maintained a good relationship with the Education Bureau, which is why the phone call went so smoothly.

She stood up and walked out of the phone booth; employees were already arriving at work in the hallway. Back in her office, she checked the gift boxes she needed to deliver that day and glanced at the time.

There are still more than two hours until noon, so there's enough time.