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

After Vice President Zhang left, Lin Feng sent Ye Qinghan a message from the roadside: The contract is signed.

After sending the message, he held his phone in his hand for about three minutes.

The screen lit up, and Ye Qinghan's reply was brief: "Meeting just ended. Wait for me at the place where you took me back last time. I'll go back and change my clothes; it'll take about half an hour."

Lin Feng hailed a taxi and told her the location where she had gotten off last time.

The car turned out from in front of BYD's headquarters building and headed east along Jinji Lake Avenue. The leaves of the plane trees on both sides of the road had begun to turn yellow, and the sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the road.

When they arrived at their destination, Lin Feng got out of the car and leaned against a sycamore tree to wait for her.

He took out another cigarette from the pack, lit it, and the smoke dissipated slowly in the autumn afternoon, drifting wisps over his shoulder.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Lin Feng stubbed out his cigarette when the figure came out of the community gate.

Ye Qinghan wore a light green floral dress today, with the hem two or three inches below her knees. The fabric swayed gently with her steps as she walked.

She wore a white short-sleeved knit top, the material thin and close-fitting, softly clinging to her waist and rising up, but stretching taut at her chest. Through the tiny gaps between the buttons, the edges of her matching bra could be vaguely seen.

She didn't take big steps, but with each step, her chest would tremble gently, the fullness of her body rising and falling naturally, like a ripe peach held in a thin net, hanging heavily on the branch, about to fall with a gust of wind.

Lin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

The neckline wasn't too low, just reaching the collarbone area, but her collarbone was almost invisible because of her full bust. Below her collarbone was a patch of fair, almost transparent skin, with faint blue veins visible.

She wore no jewelry around her neck, only a very thin silver clavicle chain that hung down from the side of her neck, with a small pendant at the end resting just at the beginning of the slight curve of her chest, rising and falling gently with her breath.

Her waist was disproportionately thin; this woman in her early forties had a waist more slender than that of a girl in her twenties. The waistline of her dress was very high, and the sash cinched at the lower edge of her ribs, creating a clean arc. From the side, the curves from her back to her waist and then to her hips resembled a fully drawn bow.

Her buttocks were supported by the fabric of the long skirt, and as she walked, the hem of the skirt swayed along her hip line, outlining two round and full buttocks. With each step, the traces of her buttocks swaying slightly could be seen under the hem of the skirt.

As Ye Qinghan walked towards Lin Feng, two middle-aged men passing by turned around and glanced back at the same time. One of them slowed down and was pulled by his companion before continuing forward.

The two men's gazes swept from her chest to her waist and then to her ankles, as if they were drawn to her by a magnet and couldn't look away.

Ye Qinghan ignored him and walked straight up to Lin Feng.

"Did the signing go smoothly?" she asked.

"It went very smoothly. Wang Fu came in person and even gave me a car." Lin Feng took out the car keys and showed them to her.

Ye Qinghan glanced at the logo on the key, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "Looking up to the U8? He's quite willing to do that." As she spoke, her chest rose and fell slightly with her breath, and the neckline of her knitted sweater was stretched open a little, revealing the pendant of her collarbone chain in the shallow cleavage.

"They say it's a new model that won't be officially launched until next month."

"That night, Secretary Fu mentioned you briefly at the dinner party," she said, opening her parasol, the pale green canopy casting a soft shadow over her. "What are your plans for the afternoon?"

"I have some free time. What about you?"

"I've already asked Secretary Fu for leave, and I don't have anything to do this afternoon." She said it casually, but Lin Feng knew that for someone of her status to be able to ask for a day off was no easy feat.

Lin Feng looked at her and asked, "What about tonight?"

Ye Qinghan did not answer directly.

She twirled the parasol halfway around, the floral pattern on its surface shimmering in the sunlight, and smiled slightly. "Let's go to the International Finance Center first; I want to buy some clothes."

Lin Feng did not ask any further questions.

Some questions don't need answers.

I took a taxi to the International Financial Center, the core business district of Suzhou CBD. Luxury stores lined up one after another, and the mannequins in the windows wore the latest seasonal styles, with the lights reflecting a soft sheen off the fabrics.

On a weekday at noon, there weren't many people in the mall. When Ye Qinghan pushed open the glass door of the first store, the shop assistant's eyes were almost immediately locked on her.

The shop assistant was a young woman in her early twenties. Her gaze lingered on Ye Qinghan's chest for a moment before quickly shifting away, but it soon drifted back uncontrollably, probably trying to estimate what size top the customer needed to button it up.

Ye Qinghan walked slowly in front of the clothes rack, her fingertips tracing over each of the hanging clothes. Occasionally, she would stop, take one out, compare it to the mirror, and then put it back.

Each time she raised her arm to reach the clothes on the high rack, the hem of her knitwear would be pulled up, revealing a small section of her waistline. The skin on her waist was firm and smooth, without an ounce of excess fat. Lin Feng followed behind her, keeping a half-step distance, offering his opinion when she needed it.

The first thing I tried on was a pair of beige wide-leg pants, paired with a sleeveless top in the same color family. When I came out of the fitting room, I turned around in front of the mirror and looked back at him.

The sleeveless top has a square neckline that perfectly frames the collarbone and the upper part of the chest, with a full silhouette spilling out slightly from the edge of the neckline.

"It looks pretty good," Lin Feng said.

"You said every single one of them looked good." She said that, but still handed the outfit to the shop assistant. As she handed over the clothes, she bent down slightly, and the neckline swung forward, revealing a deep cleavage underneath.

When the shop assistant took the clothes, she couldn't help but take another look, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red.

Ye Qinghan was quite satisfied with herself. She turned to look at the lines of her hips. The fabric of the dress clung tightly to her waist and hips, and her mature body exuded a voluptuous charm that was hard to look away from.

She then handed the dress directly to the shop assistant.

When they arrived at the third store, Ye Qinghan picked up a black jumpsuit from the clothes rack. The style was very unique, with a deep V-neck that plunged all the way down to her chest. She held the jumpsuit up to her chest and found that the lowest point of the deep V-neck would fall at the xiphoid process of her sternum, which meant that two-thirds of her full upper body would be exposed.

Before she even walked into the fitting room, Lin Feng had already frowned.

"This one won't do."

"What's wrong?" she asked knowingly, her hand still holding the clothes, a half-smile playing on her lips. Turning her head to look at him, the pendant of her collarbone chain slipped out from her cleavage with the movement, flashing briefly in the light.

"The neckline is too low," Lin Feng paused, his gaze sweeping over her chest before returning to her face. "If you bend over even slightly, most of your body will be exposed."