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

Ouyang Qian's office was at the end of the corridor on the thirteenth floor, right next to Lin Feng's. She opened the door to let Lin Feng go in first, then followed behind, leaving the door slightly ajar.

"This room is much bigger than the previous one." Lin Feng glanced around the office and walked to the window to look outside.

"It's almost twice the size." Ouyang Qian put the folder on her desk. "The room on the twelfth floor can't even fit a sofa, so there's nowhere for a client to sit."

This office is indeed spacious.

The desk is by the window, with a dual-screen monitor, a file rack, and a potted green plant on the dark solid wood table. Outside the window is the skyline of the old city of Hohai.

The bookshelves on the left wall were crammed with folders and professional books, including several economic works on supply chain management and new energy industry policies, with library labels on their spines.

On the right is a set of dark gray fabric sofas with a low coffee table, on which sits a tea set and several industry journals with pages turned.

Next to the bookshelf is a hidden sliding door, the door panel of which is almost the same color as the wall, so it is not noticeable unless you look closely.

The door was half open, revealing a small cubicle inside, about seven or eight square meters. A single bed was placed against the wall, with a thin quilt neatly folded on a light gray fitted sheet.

At the foot of the bed was a simple clothes rack with two spare shirts and a suit hanging on it.

"You usually sleep here?" Lin Feng gestured with his chin toward the cubicle.

"I won't go home if I work late, so as not to make the trip back and forth." Ouyang Qian walked to the coffee table, picked up the electric kettle, filled it with water, and turned it on. "What I like most about this office is this cubicle; it's much more convenient than before."

He scooped a spoonful of tea leaves from the tea canister and poured them into the Yixing teapot, his movements unhurried and deliberate, the rotation of his wrist engaging the muscles of his entire forearm.

"President Lin, please have a seat." He didn't even turn his head.

Lin Feng sat down on the sofa, his gaze following her.

When I bent down to get a teacup from under the coffee table, the front of my dark gray shirt swung open due to gravity, exposing the full curve of my breasts, which were held up by my black underwear, for a few seconds. They were so white they reflected light.

When I straightened up, my chest swayed slightly with the movement, like two water-filled balloons being gently pushed and then bouncing back.

The tea has boiled.

Ouyang Qian poured boiling water into the Yixing teapot, let it steep for about ten seconds, then poured it into two small teacups. She handed one cup to Lin Feng and sat down opposite him.

The movement of sitting down was very gentle, but when the sofa cushion sank in, the middle button of the shirt was stretched taut for a moment, and a very thin gap appeared between the buttonhole and the button, revealing the edge of the black lace inside.

"Let me briefly tell you about the recent work progress." She picked up the tablet from the coffee table, turned on the screen, and began her report.

On the tablet was a presentation she had created in a PowerPoint style, with data, charts, and progress bars clearly displayed. Every page of information was concise and to the point, with not a single superfluous word.

She spoke for about five minutes, covering the four main business segments of Shuke Company. She had already made direct decisions on some minor issues, and the methods, results, and follow-up measures were all clearly listed.

Lin Feng listened while sipping his tea, nodding occasionally.

When she turned to the fifth page, Ouyang Qian paused for a moment.

The title of the new page is "Analysis of Existing Business Structure and Potential Risks".

"The projects we're working on with government agencies are generally running smoothly, but there's something I need to point out to you in advance." She turned the tablet towards Lin Feng, "The digital transformation projects for government affairs in Hehai City and its subordinate districts and counties are about 70% complete, and there aren't many large projects left. In the next six months to a year, there will be a significant revenue vacuum in this area."

"How big do you estimate the gap to be?" Lin Feng put down his teacup.

"Based on the current contract backlog and renewal rate, this revenue will probably drop by 40% to 50% next year." Ouyang Qian's tone was very calm, as if she were reciting a string of numbers that had nothing to do with her. "The meat in Hehai City is only so big, and it will run out sooner or later."

After saying that, he placed the tablet on the coffee table, leaned forward slightly, rested his arms on his knees, and looked directly at Lin Feng: "Therefore, I suggest we start laying the groundwork for markets in other cities and provinces now. First, set up offices in the surrounding prefecture-level cities, send out business teams, and start building customer relationships in advance. I can personally oversee this."

Lin Feng was about to answer when he looked up and his gaze met the swaying white fabric inside her neckline. Her forward-leaning posture had completely opened her neckline, revealing only the edge of her black lace bra, which barely covered the most crucial part, leaving the rest completely exposed.

The cleavage was squeezed deep by her bra, and fine bluish veins were visible beneath her skin, appearing and disappearing with her breathing.

He coughed lightly and placed the teacup on the coffee table.

"Director Ouyang, how about... you sit next to me?"

Ouyang Qian tilted her head slightly and glanced at him, not understanding what he meant.

"I can't concentrate with your posture," Lin Feng said frankly.

Ouyang Qian glanced down at her neckline, and after realizing what she had done, she didn't panic and cover her chest like a young girl would. Instead, she picked up the tablet and smiled slightly.

"What hasn't President Lin seen? Do you think I'll be distracted?" She stood up, walked around the coffee table, and sat down next to Lin Feng, keeping about half a body length between them.

"Mainly because I've never seen one this big before," Lin Feng said, shrugging.

Ouyang Qian covered her mouth and chuckled, a few fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes, but it didn't detract from her overall refined look. After laughing, she placed the tablet back on the coffee table between them, turned to face Lin Feng, and crossed one leg over the other.

The cuffs of the suit trousers had ridden up a little, revealing a section of the ankle. She wasn't wearing socks, and the outline of her ankle bones was clearly visible.

"What are you laughing at?"

"President Lin's way of praising people is quite unique." After changing his posture, the collar of his shirt closed up against his body again, no longer as open as before.

However, the jasmine scent on her body became clearer because of her proximity. It smelled more like laundry detergent residue than perfume, and it was very clean. "Alright? Can you concentrate on listening to me now?"

"Go on."

"We were just talking about setting up an office." He swiped his finger across the tablet to turn to the next page.

It was a map of Jiangbei Province, with several key prefecture-level cities marked with different colored pins. "These are the initial locations I selected. I chose five prefecture-level cities within Jiangbei Province and three outside the province, arranged by priority. I've drafted a preliminary plan for the location and personnel allocation, which I'll send to your email later."

Lin Feng glanced at the distribution of the thumbtacks on the map and nodded. The logic behind the layout was clear: first penetrate the surrounding areas, then radiate outwards to other provinces, and the selected locations were all prefecture-level cities with high economic output.

"There's a second thing." Ouyang Qian turned another page, her tone more serious than before. "I think it might be even more urgent than setting up an office."

"Go ahead and say it."