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

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and looked at her.

"I was thinking of giving you a break, but it looks like it will have to wait a while."

"Once I'm done with this, Mr. Lin, you'll have to give me a two-week vacation." Ouyang Qian picked up a piece of enoki mushroom from the grilled fish plate with her chopsticks, and before putting it in her mouth, she said, "I want to go to Europe, the route from Paris to Rome. I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"Okay. The company will reimburse your airfare and hotel expenses."

"Mr. Lin's word is his bond, I take it seriously." She held up her little finger. "Want to pinky swear?"

"How old are you?" Lin Feng didn't reach out, but picked up his drink and took a sip. Ouyang Qian smiled and withdrew her little finger, not feeling embarrassed at all.

The conversation shifted from work planning to trivial matters in life, and then slowly to her past. She said that many boys pursued her in high school and college, and she received a drawer full of love letters. Someone played guitar outside her dormitory, someone cut in front of her in line at the cafeteria to swipe her card, and someone even arranged a giant heart shape with candles on the playground.

"And the result?" Lin Feng asked.

"Then the security guards doused it with a bucket of water." Ouyang Qian picked up a piece of fish, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery. "That boy later came over and questioned me, asking why I hadn't said anything touching. I said, 'You put a whole bunch of fires in front of me, were you trying to move me or burn me to death?'"

That's a pretty harsh statement.

"There's an even more outrageous one." She put down her chopsticks, picked up her teacup, and said, "When I was a junior in college, a rich second-generation guy pursued me for half a year. In the end, he came clean and said he wanted to take care of me, giving me 30,000 yuan of pocket money every month, along with a car and a house."

"What did you say?"

"I told you, your monthly salary isn't even enough for my living expenses, it's more like I'd be the one to support you." Ouyang Qian said with a hint of disdain. "That's when I realized something: some men look at you like you're a product. They're calculating the price in their minds, and their eyes are saying 'Is it worth it?' I block every single one of those people I meet, never giving them a second chance."

"What happened to that rich kid later?"

"After graduating, he took over the family business and ruined it in three years. Someone in our classmate group ran into him in Guangdong and said he was driving for Didi." She said this calmly, without any schadenfreude, just stating a fact. "Do you have those college classmates? They were so successful back then, but a few years later, they're completely different."

"I've heard from others that some of the people who used to be very influential in the student union are now too embarrassed to even attend class reunions."

"That's life." Ouyang Qian picked up her teacup and looked at Lin Feng through the rim. "So when I judge a person, I never look at what he has now, but at how he does things. The way he does things can't lie."

"So, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"Is Mr. Lin trying to trick me into revealing information?" Ouyang Qian tilted her head, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses. "You're the kind of person who considers all the problems beforehand, arranges everyone's interests clearly, and only takes action afterward. There are very few people like that, because most people only think about what they can get and don't think about what others need."

Lin Feng paused for a moment while holding the beverage bottle.

He didn't expect Ouyang Qian to be so accurate, and he certainly didn't expect her to say it so bluntly.

"So you're willing to come to Shuk?"

"That's why I'm willing to stay." Ouyang Qian corrected his wording. "I came at first because the price you offered was high enough. I stayed because working with you is not stressful."

I ate half of the grilled fish and drank half a bottle of beverage.

The flame of the alcohol lamp gradually diminished, and the red oil in the dish stopped boiling, a thin film of oil forming on the surface. The conversation became increasingly lighthearted, ranging from work and university memories to some trivial gossip.

Lin Feng suddenly remembered a question at some point, purely out of curiosity.

"I have a personal question: what bra size do you wear?"

"34F." Ouyang Qian's answer was almost a reflex, without hesitation or embarrassment. She said those two characters while picking up a piece of bean curd skin, her chopsticks still moving.

Another number popped into Lin Feng's mind.

Ye Qinghan is 36F. He compared the two numbers side by side and didn't see any difference.

Since the question had already been asked, he decided to continue.

What's the difference between 34F and 36F?

Ouyang Qian put down her chopsticks, picked up her drink and took a sip. She then reached out and pulled up the neckline of her strapless top by half a centimeter. This action caused her two full breasts to bounce slightly when she let go.

Then he pointed to his chest with his other finger and gestured.

"34 and 36 are the underbust measurements, which are the sizes of the skeleton around the bust. 34 indicates a small skeleton, while 36 indicates a large skeleton. F is the cup depth, representing the difference between the underbust and overbust measurements. So 34F means a small skeleton and a large bust, which will be more visually prominent because people will think, 'How can such a small skeleton support such a large bust?'"

"A 36F breast has a larger frame and more harmonious overall proportions, but it doesn't have the same visual impact as a 34F. And—" she paused, "the feel of breasts in your thirties is completely different from that of breasts in your twenties. After having children, the mammary glands and fat redistribute, making them softer and more prone to sagging. They were firm when you were young, but they start to sag as you get older. However… my breast shape is rather special; the sagging isn't too dramatic, so many people assume I've had breast implants."

After speaking, he paused, tilted his head, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Could it be that Mr. Lin's girlfriend happens to be a 36F?"

Lin Feng picked up his drink and took a sip, neither saying yes nor no.

"Not denying it is an admission." Ouyang Qian's smile deepened, but she didn't press further. She placed the last piece of fish into her bowl and used her chopsticks to move the peppercorns one by one to the side of the plate. "Don't worry, President Lin, I won't tell anyone."

"It's okay to talk about it, it's not like it's anything shameful."

"That's true." She looked up at him, "but I'm surprised you asked that question."

"What's unexpected?"

"You'll ask directly if something unexpected happens." She placed her chopsticks on the rim of her bowl and looked at him seriously. "Other men would either hold back and not dare to ask, or they would look lewd after asking."

"Then I'll be more lewd next time, let's see how you react!"

Ouyang Qian chuckled and raised her teacup to clink with his.

The sound of the glasses clinking was very soft, echoing briefly in the empty grilled fish restaurant before dissipating.