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

After taking a shower, Lin Feng was drying his hair with a towel wrapped around his neck when his phone started vibrating on the table.

I walked over and picked it up. The screen showed Xu Momo's name. The caller ID was the photo of her taken at the entrance of the Hehai factory last time. She was wearing that beige trench coat and making a heart shape with her hands at the camera.

I swiped to answer the call, but before I could even speak, the screen lit up—it was a video call.

Xu Momo's face appeared on the screen. She was wearing sunglasses with large lenses that covered half of her face, revealing only the tip of her nose, lips, and a pointed chin.

Her lips were painted a matte mauve color, and her chin was a little sharper than before. The background was an airport arrival hall, with someone dragging a suitcase behind her, and the announcements of flight information were being broadcast over the loudspeaker, the sound muffled by the ambient noise.

"President Lin—" she drawled, pulling down her sunglasses to reveal her eyes, her eyelashes long and curled, and blinked twice. "Guess where I am?"

Lin Feng leaned his phone against the water glass on the table and continued drying his hair. "The background noise over there is too loud, I can't hear you. Are you at the airport?"

"Yeah!" Xu Momo pushed her sunglasses up to the top of her head, revealing her entire face. Her makeup was a bit heavier than usual today, with a small hook drawn at the outer corner of her eyeliner, and her lips were meticulously outlined.

She held the phone a little further away so the camera could focus on her upper body. She wore a black fitted top under a short denim jacket, revealing her collarbone. She wore a thin rose gold necklace with a small pearl pendant.

The neckline of her undershirt wasn't low, but the angle at which she held her phone caused it to droop slightly. The tight fabric accentuated her curves, making them appear more full and shapely than Ye Qinghan's mature figure.

Her breasts were perky, firm, and elastic, like those of a young girl.

"Suzhou Airport?" Lin Feng asked.

"Yes! Just landed!" Xu Momo flipped the camera around, scanning the signs in the arrival hall. "The team asked me to come to Suzhou to film three episodes of videos, filming local factories and the supply chain. I'll be staying for about four days. Manager Wang Yue told me you're also in Suzhou, so I thought I'd give you a call." She switched the camera back, tilted her head, and smiled, a small dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth. "Where are you staying? I'll come straight to you."

Lin Feng read out the hotel name and room number, which Xu Momo repeated and wrote down before hanging up the video call.

Before hanging up, she pouted and blew a kiss at the camera, her voice sweet and coquettish, "Wait for me, darling."

Less than ten seconds after the call ended, she sent another message: Do you want me to bring you something?

Raymond Lam: No need, you can just come over directly.

I put down my phone and called the hotel restaurant to order lunch to be delivered to my room: black pepper beef tenderloin spaghetti with a vegetable salad, double the portion size, plus a pot of Americano.

He's been exhausted since last night, and he only ate that Suzhou cuisine meal on Shantang Street. His stomach is already empty.

While waiting for my food, I checked Xu Momo's recent account data on a short video platform. Her follower count had increased rapidly in the past two months thanks to the company team's promotion; the last time I checked, she had just over 200,000 followers, and now she was approaching 300,000.

The latest videos have received around 3,000 likes each, and the interaction rate in the comment section is also quite good. The pinned video of the factory has been viewed over a million times, with comments like "Sister is so cool," "Does this kind of factory really exist?" and "Please provide a link to the same work pants."

The video quality has indeed improved significantly compared to before.

When she filmed it herself before, she relied mainly on hand movements for camera work and on the built-in templates on her phone for editing. The content was also scattered; she would film makeup one day, eating the next, and working out the day after, resulting in a vague focus.

After the company took over, they repositioned her as a "manufacturing industry queen," focusing her content on factory footage and industry knowledge. Her style was standardized to be sophisticated and capable, and a professional graphic designer was hired to create the cover photos.

The data has increased nearly fivefold, and GG prices have risen accordingly.

I exited the app, and just then the doorbell rang.

A waiter pushed in a food cart, placing pasta and salad on a small table, with a coffee pot beside it, and all the necessary cups, plates, and cutlery. Lin Feng had just picked up his fork, before it even touched the noodles, when the doorbell rang again.

Put down the fork and go open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a dark shadow crashed into his arms.

Lin Feng could smell a faint perfume on her, a sweet, fruity scent mixed with the dry air left over from the airport air conditioning and the plane.

She lifted her head and pecked him on the lips, his lips soft and carrying the minty scent of lip balm, then let go and slid off him.

As she bent down to pick up her suitcase by the door, the hem of her denim jacket rode up a bit, revealing a small section of her waistline, and her tight-fitting undershirt was stretched taut by her chest.

Lin Feng reached out and took her suitcase, carrying it into the room and placing it next to the entryway. Xu Momo closed the door and turned to look around the room—entryway, living room, floor-to-ceiling windows, business desk, dark gray fabric sofa, and the rainy view of the CBD outside the window.

I walked around the room in my little leather boots, from the living room to the bedroom, pushed open the bathroom door and peeked inside, then walked to the French windows and patted the window frame.

"Wow, another suite." She turned around, put her hands behind her back, and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window. "You bosses really know how to enjoy life."

Lin Feng was already seated at the table, twirling a clump of spaghetti with his fork and putting it in his mouth. The black pepper beef tenderloin was sliced ​​evenly, the beef was perfectly tender, and the spaghetti was cooked just right. He chewed a couple of bites, then looked up at Xu Momo, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No." Xu Momo walked over from the floor-to-ceiling window, sat down opposite him at the dining table, propped her elbows on the table and watched him eat. "Airplane food is awful, I didn't touch it."

"Come and eat with us." Lin Feng pushed the untouched tableware in front of her and moved the salad closer to her.

"Wait a minute." Xu Momo took out her phone, stood up, took two steps back, and pointed the camera at the dining table.

I spent about ten seconds finding the right angle, then squatted down to take a picture from below, then stood up to take a picture from above. I then moved the coffee pot to the left side of the frame and rotated the pasta plate halfway to reveal the basil leaves on top.

After taking about seven or eight photos, she flipped through the album with satisfaction and put her phone on the table.

"Aren't you going to send one?" Lin Feng asked.

"I'll post it after we finish eating, the lighting isn't good right now." She picked up her fork, twirled a bite of pasta, and stuffed it into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out, and after chewing a couple of times, her eyes lit up. "This is delicious! It's even better than what you get at the Western restaurants over there."

"Then eat more."

Xu Momo doesn't talk much when she eats, but she moves very quickly, finishing half a plate of pasta in just a few bites. When eating salad, she squeezes the dressing all over the plate, picks up a piece of purple cabbage with her fork, takes a couple of bites, puts it back, and uses the back of the fork to spread the dressing evenly.

Lin Feng noticed that she had picked out and eaten all the cherry tomatoes from the salad, leaving only a few lettuce leaves on the plate.

After finishing their meal, Raymond Lam leaned back in his chair and drank coffee, while Xu Momo pushed her plate aside, picked up her phone, and started editing the photos. After adjusting several settings and comparing them, she chose the one with the best angle and posted it on her short video account with the caption: "Landed in Suzhou, the last indulgent meal before starting work~" followed by an eating emoji.

After sending the message, she put down her phone, stood up, walked around the table, and came to Lin Feng's side. Lin Feng was holding his coffee cup, about to drink it, when she reached out, took the cup from his hand, placed it on the table, and then bent down to kiss him on the lips.

The sweet and sour taste of salad dressing still lingered on my lips.

"Sister Wang Yue said you came to Suzhou this time to sign a big contract. How did it go?" She sat down on the chair next to Lin Feng, crossed her legs, and the toes of her little leather boots swayed gently.

"It's signed. A five-year contract for BYD's production line equipment." Lin Feng picked up his coffee again and took a sip. "There's some coordination work this afternoon, but I don't need to go; the company's technical backbone is handling it."

"So you're free this afternoon?" Xu Momo blinked.

"Not at the moment."

"That's great." She leaned back in her chair, took her sunglasses off her head and placed them on the table, revealing a complete expression. "My filming schedule in Suzhou doesn't start until tomorrow, so this afternoon and evening are free."

As she finished speaking, her denim jacket slipped down her shoulders a little, revealing her shoulders and collarbone covered by a black undershirt.

Lin Feng rubbed his temples, thinking to himself, "There's no end to the work!"