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

Push open the door and go inside.

Luo Ruoxi sat behind her desk, typing in front of the computer screen.

Today she wore a black V-neck work top with sequins outlining the neckline, shimmering subtly under the computer's cool light. The cut was fitted to her figure, highlighting her smooth and gentle shoulder and neck curves, making her mature and gentle temperament stand out.

Lin Feng glanced at it briefly before turning away, not daring to linger.

Luo Ruoxi's fingers stopped typing the last few words on the keyboard. She leaned back in her chair, stretching her stiff shoulders and back from sitting for so long.

"Please sit down."

Lin Feng sat down in the chair opposite her, his gaze steadily fixed on her eyebrows and eyes, his manner perfectly measured.

Luo Ruoxi turned the computer screen to the side and placed her hands, folded, on the desktop. "How many classes have you had?"

"There have been three holidays so far. Sister He has had two, and Sister Du has had one."

"I've seen the feedback." Luo Ruoxi tapped her finger lightly on the table. "Both members gave the highest rating. Xiao Wei told me that Du Xia asked about your class schedule right after finishing her lesson."

He Qianwen has scheduled another class with you today.

He paused after speaking. His gaze moved from Lin Feng's face to the band-aid on the back of his hand, then looked away.

"You probably know the identities of the members here. Those who can afford to spend money here are all well-off. People who are well-off have one thing in common—their expectations for service are much higher than those of ordinary people. It's not about the price, it's about the experience. If you make them feel comfortable and relaxed, they'll stick with you. He Qianwen is the vice president of Tianlong Group, and Du Xia is the deputy director of finance at the provincial investment company. The fact that they both gave you the highest rating isn't because you're lucky."

Lin Feng nodded.

"However—" Luo Ruoxi's tone shifted. She stood up, walked around the desk to Lin Feng's side, "Every member who comes here has their own worries. When doing yoga stretching and relaxation, there will inevitably be physical contact within the professional scope. Some of them are willing to confide in others, while others keep it to themselves. You just need to focus on teaching well and doing your professional job. If any member makes a request that puts you in a difficult position or goes beyond the scope of teaching, you don't need to respond on the spot. Just tell me as soon as possible, and I will handle and coordinate it."

Lin Feng looked up at her.

Luo Ruoxi stood beside him, her attire sharp and sophisticated, her lines elegant and graceful. Lin Feng politely averted his gaze and replied softly, "Understood, Manager Luo."

Luo Ruoxi caught his quick averting of his gaze, and a faint smile quietly appeared on her lips. She took a half step back and casually twirled around to show off her outfit.

"By the way, what do you think of my outfit?"

A black V-neck top paired with matching black slit trousers. The high slits on the sides of the trousers elongate the leg lines, making the legs appear straight and well-proportioned, giving a graceful and elegant look under the office lights.

Lin Feng glanced at it quickly and answered truthfully, "It looks great, and it suits your temperament very well."

Luo Ruoxi smiled.

It wasn't a standard, polite professional smile; it was a genuine laugh at his awkwardness. "Alright, you can go back now. Get some rest this afternoon, and don't be late for your class tomorrow morning."

Lin Feng stood up, turned around, and walked towards the door.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Luo Ruoxi's voice came from behind her.

"Raymond Lam".

He turned around. Luo Ruoxi had already sat back in her office chair, casually crossing her legs, her trousers slit revealing a section of her shapely calves.

"No matter what problems you encounter in class, remember to tell your sister in time, don't try to tough it out on your own."

Lin Feng smiled and responded, then pushed open the door and went out.

After the door closed, Luo Ruoxi lowered her crossed legs, casually pulled her collar up slightly, and shook her head with a mix of helplessness and amusement, the smile still lingering on her lips.

A college freshman, he would blush shyly when assisting members in class, and didn't know where to look when entering the office.

Such a pure-hearted and tactful young man made her feel especially at ease in a yoga studio full of female members.

When Lin Feng walked to the front desk, Xiao Wei was organizing the appointment forms. She looked up at him. "How did it go? What did Manager Luo say to you?"

"They just asked about the class schedule. They said the member feedback was pretty good and told me to keep up the good work."

Xiao Wei nodded. "Manager Luo has always been considerate of her subordinates. Since she said so, your hard work and dedication are definitely the right thing to do. You have no classes this afternoon, so you can go home and rest."

Lin Feng thanked Sister Wei and turned to walk towards the elevator. After exiting the No. 3 Clubhouse, he walked along the street lined with plane trees.

On the subway, he leaned against the carriage wall and closed his eyes for a short rest. When he returned to his neighborhood, the elderly people in the alley were sitting under the shade of a tree, playing chess and chatting.

I went upstairs, took out my keys, and opened the door. The house was quiet. Under the tablecloth was a plate of stir-fried vegetables and a bowl of rice, with a note next to it in his mother's handwriting: "The rice is on the table. Heat it up before you eat. Mom went out for a walk."

Lin Feng heated up and ate the food, then washed the dishes and put them away in the cupboard. He went into the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and the soreness in his shoulders and hips from stretching during the day slowly dissipated as he sank into the soft mattress.

He put his arm over his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the busy work of the past few days.

When I woke up, the light coming through the gap in the curtains was already a bright, dazzling white in the afternoon.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it; it was 2:10.

On the screen was a WeChat message from Su Mengya sent a little after 1 a.m.: "Arrived home at 3 p.m. Brought some delicious food." It was followed by a crab emoji.

Raymond Lam replied with an "OK". He sat up from the bed, and the soreness in his shoulders and back eased considerably.

I went into the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a clean T-shirt and athletic shorts, and went downstairs at 2:55.

Standing under the shade of a tree at the entrance of the residential area, I waited. The afternoon sun was still scorching, and cicadas chirped incessantly from the sycamore trees.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a taxi stopped in front of the community gate.

Su Mengya climbed out from the back seat first, wearing a simple white T-shirt and denim shorts, with her long hair tied into a neat high ponytail.

Upon seeing Raymond Lam, her eyes crinkled into a gentle smile.

Su's mother got out of the car from the other side, and Su Mengya went to the trunk and took out two plastic bags containing well-packaged crabs and an insulated foam box.

Lin Feng stepped forward and took all the bags and boxes, while Su Mengya simply carried her small bag. "My mom insisted on buying so much. It's almost autumn, the perfect time to eat crabs, and my arms are aching from carrying all that."

The three chatted and laughed as they walked into the residential area and went upstairs.

As Su's mother opened the door and changed into her slippers, she gently rubbed her lower back. "I'm getting old and really can't sit on long-distance buses anymore. Your uncle insisted that we stay another day, but I declined repeatedly. Actually, I just wanted to go home and get some rest."

Su Mengya carried all the crabs into the kitchen for storage.

Su's mother went straight into the bedroom. The door was ajar, and she looked exhausted from her journey.