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

Xu Momo leaned back in her chair for a while, then stood up and walked behind Lin Feng. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers gently kneading his shoulder blades. Her fingers applied just the right amount of pressure, and her nails were trimmed short so they wouldn't poke his skin.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" she asked, her voice a little lower than before.

"I went to bed late last night and got up early this morning, so I didn't get enough sleep," Lin Feng said.

Xu Momo hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.

I massaged his shoulders twice, then went around to his side, bent down, and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Feng patted her lower back. "Go take a shower first, and I'll take you out for a drive this afternoon."

"Okay." Xu Momo straightened up without any hesitation.

I turned around and walked to the entrance, laid my suitcase flat, unzipped it, and flipped the lid up. The suitcase wasn't very neatly packed; clothes and cosmetics were mixed together, several makeup brushes were tied together with rubber bands and stuffed into a side pocket, and samples of skincare products were in transparent sealed bags with the airport duty-free shop logo printed on the outside.

She rummaged through the suitcase and pulled out a pair of underwear and a clean set of lingerie. Then she took out a bathrobe and draped it over her arm. She stood up, facing Lin Feng, and took off her denim jacket, draping it over the suitcase handle.

Then she crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her black undershirt, and pulled it up over her head. Underneath the undershirt was a black wire-free bra made of modal fabric, clinging to her skin. The bra supported the curve of her chest, causing it to bounce slightly as she lifted her clothes.

She tossed her undershirt next to her suitcase, then bent down to take off her tight jeans. As she took them off, she held onto the suitcase handle, stood on one leg, lifted the other leg out of the pant leg, and then switched legs, her movements steady.

After taking off her pants, she was only wearing her underwear and panties. She bent down to pick up the bath towel that had fallen on the ground and hugged the towel and bathrobe together in her arms.

"I'll go take a shower first," she said to Lin Feng, then pushed open the bathroom door and went inside. The bathroom door wasn't closed tightly, leaving a two-finger-width gap, and the light inside was on, with warm yellow light leaking out from the crack.

The sound of the faucet being turned on came out, followed by the sound of the showerhead spraying water, the water jets hitting the marble floor with a dense rustling sound.

Lin Feng shook his head, picked up his phone from the bed, scrolled through his contacts, found Ouyang Qian's number, and dialed it.

The phone rang four times before being answered. Ouyang Qian's voice came through the receiver, with the background sound of turning pages of a document.

"Mr. Lin! How's the deal going in Suzhou?"

"It's signed. It's a five-year contract. BYD will start production next week, and the technical team will move in next Wednesday." Lin Feng briefly explained the signing process, including Wang Fu personally delivering the car, as well as the specific terms regarding the prepayment and delivery schedule.

After listening, Ouyang Qian remained silent for a few seconds, presumably processing the information. When she spoke, her tone was steady and her thoughts were clear: "The five-year contract provides long-term security for the company's cash flow, but the initial investment is concentrated in advance payments and equipment purchases, so the financial pressure will be concentrated in the fourth quarter of this year. The finance department needs to prepare a financing plan in advance, and I will arrange for someone to do the calculations tomorrow."

"Sure," Lin Feng said. "Also, I plan to use the Yangwang U8 that BYD gave me at Hohai University. It'll be impressive enough for business receptions and daily commutes."

"Looking up to the U8?" Ouyang Qian's voice rose slightly. "The new model that Wang Fu personally delivered?"

"Yes, it won't be available until next month."

Hearing her words, Lin Feng knew she had already considered the next few steps. That's just how Ouyang Qian does things; while others are still looking at the results of the contract, she's already thinking about follow-up maintenance and risk control.

That's why we left her in Shuke in the first place.

"How's it going on your end?" Lin Feng asked.

"Running smoothly." Ouyang Qian's voice rang as she opened a report. "Since the last organizational restructuring, there has been a significant reduction in bureaucratic wrangling. With the supply chain and production processes streamlined, order response time is about 30% faster than before. The two new technical backbones recruited by HR will start next week, focusing on automated production line debugging. I just reviewed the financial data yesterday; the monthly cost accounting deviates from the budget by less than five percentage points, which is within a controllable range."

"Thank you for your hard work," Lin Feng said.

"It's my job." Ouyang Qian paused, then her tone changed slightly, no longer the businesslike reporting of work. "What you said last time, that you'd give me a few days off after the project is signed, does that still stand?"

"It'll stand. Once the project is in stable production, you can take as much time off as you want."

"I'll take a screenshot and save it." Ouyang Qian's voice carried a hint of amusement. "I won't bother you anymore. There's still some finishing work to do in Suzhou, right? Bye."

The phone hangs up.

Lin Feng leaned against the headboard and scrolled to Shen Qianqian's message box. She had sent two messages. One was sent in the morning, saying that the breakfast in the school cafeteria was getting worse and worse. The other was sent at noon, with a picture of the study room, with a calculus workbook spread out on the table, and the caption "Save me".

Lin Feng replied, "Study hard, I'll tutor you when we get back," and then scrolled to Shen Wanyu's messages. Shen Wanyu had sent several screenshots of reports and asked a few questions about next week's meeting, which Lin Feng answered one by one.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

About two minutes later, the door was pushed open, and Xu Momo walked out wrapped in a bath towel.

The bath towel was the hotel's white pure cotton kind, but it wasn't long enough. It barely covered my chest at the top and reached just to my upper thighs at the bottom. Two white legs peeked out from under the towel, with a few water droplets still clinging to my thighs.

Her hair was wrapped in a towel and coiled on top of her head, revealing her entire face. After removing her makeup, her skin looked even more radiant, with a light pink tinge appearing above her cheekbones from the steam.

Xu Momo walked barefoot on the floor, her steps light and quick, and went straight to the bedside, lifting the covers and slipping inside. The person inside the covers carried a warm scent of someone who had just taken a shower. She wrapped herself up tightly, then turned to her side, pressing her entire body against Lin Feng's side.

The skin temperature after a shower is not high, but rather slightly cool. My arm is pressed against his waist, like a piece of jade just pulled out of cool water.

Lin Feng placed his right hand on her back, and through the thin cotton fabric of the bath towel, his fingers slid from her shoulder blade down to her lower back and then back again.

Her back was smooth, with a shallow groove running down her spine. When I ran my fingertip across it, I could feel her tremble slightly.

After replying to the last two messages on my phone, I locked the screen and placed it on the bedside table.

"Change your clothes, then I'll take you for a stroll through the Suzhou gardens."