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

When the call connected, her voice, brimming with excitement, came through the phone: "Lin Feng! I've arrived at Hohai University! I just settled in today. Do you know how many followers I have on Douyin now? 240,000! I only started doing this last month, posting videos every day. It's exhausting, but my followers are growing incredibly fast."

"Two hundred and forty thousand, that's pretty good."

"Of course, I position myself as a sophisticated yet subtly mature woman. Have you seen my recent video? The one where I'm wearing a bathrobe and drinking coffee on a hotel balcony? The comments section exploded, with so many people asking me when I'm going to do live-streaming e-commerce. It's the perfect time to start, and many influencers are making a fortune selling products. I heard that someone selling spicy snacks did a live stream from their factory and sold over a million yuan worth in one session. I think I can do it too. Doesn't your company have some products? I can help you promote them."

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, listening to her rattle off a whole bunch of things. "Don't rush into live-streaming sales; focus on getting the account running smoothly first. The company will push traffic to you; you just need to cooperate by creating content. By the way, where are you staying now?"

"The address you sent me, the apartment Wang Yue arranged, the environment is quite nice. I've already moved my things in, and we'll officially start working on the content tomorrow."

"Okay, do a good job. Just one thing—" Lin Feng lowered his voice a little, "When I'm not around, don't get involved in any messy things outside. Manage your account well."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Xu Momo's voice softened, carrying a hint of coquetry, "I'm your canary, your contracted beast, how could I do such a thing? Don't worry, I'll be with you for life."

Lin Feng hung up the phone and went to Xu Momo's Douyin (TikTok) profile.

The profile picture is a side view of her in front of a hotel floor-to-ceiling window, backlit, with clear outline, wearing a black slip dress.

The latest video on my homepage was posted yesterday. I'm wearing a bathrobe and sitting on a rattan chair on a hotel balcony, holding a cup of coffee in my hand. The background is the night view of Kyoto, and the caption is just a few words: "Breakfast for one."

Scrolling down a few videos, some featured selfies and outfits taken in luxury hotel suites, while others deliberately showed a bit of shoulder or collarbone – skirting the line but not crossing it, demonstrating excellent control over the level of indecency.

Her figure is indeed suitable for this job—long legs, a slim waist, and a bust that looks larger on camera than it actually is, coupled with her delicate and mature face, the comments section is full of praise for her beauty.

But the comments section of one video caught his eye.

In the video, she was wearing a black, tight-fitting knit dress, making a peace sign at the camera, her cleavage quite noticeable. Someone in the top comments section shouted, "Mom looks so beautiful," and the replies below were all lining up to say "Mom." Raymond Lam was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.

What does "mother" mean?

However, the other person would occasionally call him "baba" in a sticky tone on WeChat!

He shook his head, closed the video page, and sent Wang Yue a message on WeChat: "Xu Momo has arrived at Hohai University and is staying in the apartment you arranged."

Xu Momo is doing alright on Douyin, with 240,000 followers. She's worth nurturing. You could find a new media operations team to help her plan her future content direction, and your company could promote her content.

If it's suitable, she can try out live-streaming sales of the company's products in the future.

It was almost 10 o'clock when the high-speed train arrived at Hohai.

The lights in the carriage were adjusted to a warm yellow, and an announcement reminded passengers to take their belongings with them. Lin Feng stood up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and followed the flow of people toward the exit.

When I arrived at He Qianwen's place by taxi, she had already changed into her pajamas and was leaning on the sofa flipping through a parenting magazine. There was a glass of warm milk on the coffee table, with a faint steam rising from the rim.

The TV was on, but the volume was very low. A variety show was playing on the screen, and the guests were laughing so hard in front of the camera that the lines were inaudible.

"Why are you here so late?" He Qianwen closed the magazine and put it aside. "A phone call would have been enough. You don't need to come every day."

"It's on my way anyway." Lin Feng changed into slippers and walked over, sitting down on the sofa armrest. He placed his hand on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her shoulder through the thin cotton fabric of her pajamas. "How are you feeling today?"

"It's alright. I took a nap at noon and went for a walk in the yard this afternoon." He Qianwen picked up her milk and took a sip, leaving a faint milk stain on the rim of the glass. "I cooked myself a bowl of noodles for dinner, with vegetables and an egg. I ate more than I did the past few days. How about you? How's Yunnan?"

"Everything's fine. Zhou Mei is doing well, and her parents are with her there. Wang Yuqing and Xiao Yu are also settled in. The kids are much more cheerful than before, and they speak more fluently."

He Qianwen nodded, without asking for further details.

She put the milk glass back on the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa. "There's still some porridge in the kitchen. Help yourself to a bowl, drink it, and get some rest. You have to go to the office tomorrow, don't you?"

Lin Feng stood up and walked to the kitchen. He lifted the pot lid and glanced at the porridge. It was still warm, with a thin layer of rice oil on the surface.

I filled a bowl, brought it to the living room, sat down, and took a couple of sips.

He Qianwen curled up on the sofa, pulled her legs up, turned her head to look at him, placed her hand on her lower abdomen, and tapped it lightly twice with her fingers. "Are you coming with me to my prenatal checkup next week?"

"Which specific day?"

"Next Thursday."

"I might still be in Jiangnan Province on Thursday and may not be able to get back in time. Should I have Wang Yue go with you? She's familiar with the hospital procedures."

"Okay," He Qianwen said, removing her hand from her stomach. "It's nothing serious, just a blood test and an ultrasound. You go ahead with your work."

Lin Feng finished his porridge, rinsed the bowl in the sink, and came out to find He Qianwen leaning against the sofa armrest with her eyes half-closed and her breathing slow.

I turned off the TV, dimmed the living room lights, bent down, and picked her up from the sofa.

She stirred in his arms, her eyes still closed, her arms limply draped over his shoulders. He went into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, covered her with a light blanket, turned off the bedside lamp, and left the door ajar.

I arrived at the company at almost nine o'clock the next morning.

Instead of going to his own office first, he pressed the elevator button and went down to the seventh floor.

The office area of ​​the health management company was much busier than before. The workstations were almost full, and phones were ringing from each workstation. People were walking back and forth in the corridor carrying documents.

Xu Momo's live-streaming office was at the end of the corridor. When I pushed the door open, she was adjusting the angle of the fill light with her back to the door. She was wearing a beige knitted cardigan, worn open, revealing a black camisole underneath and a section of her collarbone.

She turned around when she heard the door open. Her makeup was already done, with long eyeliner and red lips, a typical mature and sophisticated style.

"Oh, Mr. Lin's here for an inspection?" She put down the fill light, walked up to him, put her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and raised her chin, showing off the long lines of her neck. "How's that? Professional enough, right?"

Lin Feng walked around the office.

The room was fully equipped with a desk, computer, fill light, microphone, and backdrop. There was also a small green screen against the wall, and several unopened delivery boxes were piled up in the corner, probably containing fill light stands or similar items.

"Is all the equipment ready?"

"Everything's ready. Sister Wang Yue had it delivered yesterday afternoon. I've already tidied up the desk and hung up the backdrop." Xu Momo walked back to her desk, sat down, and turned on her computer. "The account has been verified as a corporate blue V, and some of those videos have been transferred over. I just checked the backend, and the number of followers increased by more than two thousand this morning, bringing the total to almost 250,000."

Lin Feng sat down in the chair opposite her. "The company will give you a base salary of 20,000 yuan, plus commission on sales. Your previous 'sugar baby' fee will remain the same, calculated separately. If the sales performance is good, the commission rate will be adjusted."