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

"We've discussed it. It's a base salary plus performance-based pay, with the performance-based pay linked to the car dealership's monthly sales and net profit. I spent almost a month handing over my responsibilities at my previous employer before coming here, and I brought my resignation certificate and background check contact information with me. I can start work anytime." Zhang Liang took out another kraft paper envelope from his briefcase, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Lin Feng.

"Okay." Lin Feng stood up and extended his hand. "From now on, you'll be in charge of the daily operations of the car dealership. If you encounter any problems, report directly to Director Ouyang."

Zhang Liang grasped it with both hands, his grip firm and decisive.

After the interview, Zhang Liang went to the car market and took over the on-site dispatching work that afternoon.

Ouyang Qian added him to the car city's management group, and then sent Lin Feng a message: "Zhang Liang has arrived and is coordinating with the heads of each group. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Lin Feng replied with an "okay," put his phone on the table, leaned back in his chair, and stretched. He'd been working non-stop for almost two months since signing the contract in Suzhou; finally, he could take a break.

Near the end of the workday, Lin Feng went to Ouyang Qian's office.

The other person was sitting behind a desk looking at the monthly report that the finance department had just submitted. His glasses were perched on his nose, and he was flipping through documents with one hand while writing numbers on a sticky note with the other.

Hearing the knock, she looked up, said "Come in," and then went back to flipping through her files. Her desk was piled high with folders, three Excel spreadsheets were open on her computer screen, and sticky notes were covered with numbers and abbreviations.

"Want to have dinner together tonight?" Lin Feng leaned against the door frame, watching her work intently.

Ouyang Qian put down her pen, took off her glasses, rubbed her nose, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes for a couple of seconds. "It just so happens to rain today, and it's all wet outside, so I don't want to go out. I'm planning to have hot pot at home; I have all the ingredients in the fridge."

She opened her eyes and turned to look at him. "The cook is on leave for a week because of some family matters back home, so she's not here today—why don't you come to my house? You've been before anyway."

"Sure! I'd be honored."

The two agreed on a time, and Lin Feng remembered that the last time he went to her house was to help Niu Niu transfer schools. He went empty-handed that time and only realized that he hadn't brought anything when he arrived. This time, he made preparations in advance.

After work, I drove to the mall and picked out a Lego set and a plush bear in the toy section. The Lego set was recommended by the salesperson, who said that girls like this series. As for the plush bear, I chose a size that was just right—big enough to hug but not too bulky.

"How much?" Lin Feng asked as the clerk scanned the barcode.

"The LEGO set is 398 yuan, the teddy bear is 120 yuan, and the total is 518 yuan."

The residential complex where Ouyang Qian lived wasn't the most upscale among the ones Lin Feng had visited, but it was quiet. The security guard at the entrance recognized Lin Feng; he remembered him from his previous visit and saluted him before raising the barrier to let him in.

Lin Feng parked his car in a ground-level parking space and carried the toys upstairs. The rain was light, just a fine drizzle. The distance between the unit entrance and the building was only a few steps away, but the moisture in the air still dampened his shirt collar.

When I knocked on the door, the spicy aroma of hot pot broth wafted out of the house, along with the fragrance of beef tallow mixed with Sichuan peppercorns and dried chilies.

Ouyang Qian stood at the door, wearing a light pink loungewear.

The loungewear was made of pure cotton, the fabric soft and clinging to the body. The neckline was wide open, extending from the collarbone all the way to the upper edge of the chest, making the fair skin below the collarbone appear even whiter against the light pink background.

She probably bought her usual size, but it looked a bit tight around her chest, with occasional gaps between the two rows of buttons. She wore matching lounge shorts that reached mid-thigh, and her legs were bare in slippers.

"I came empty-handed last time, so I'm making up for it this time."

"I came here on business last time, not to give gifts." She placed the toy bag on the entryway cabinet, bent down and took a pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them next to Lin Feng's feet. "These are the ones you wore last time you came; I still kept them for you."

"Niu Niu—" Ouyang Qian turned her head and called into the living room, "Uncle Lin brought you toys."

Niu Niu poked her little head out from behind the living room sofa. She had two pigtails, and her expression changed from curiosity to surprise. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw the Lego box.

She ran over and took the toy, tilting her head up and saying in a clear voice, "Thank you, Uncle Lin." Then, clutching the box, she ran back to the living room, plopped down on the carpet, and started unpacking. She placed the plush teddy bear on the sofa armrest, neatly nestled against the cushions, as if waiting in line to be cuddled.

"Wash your hands before unpacking!" Ouyang Qian shouted from the kitchen doorway.

"Okay! I got it—"

Lin Feng changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

Ouyang Qian's living room was very large and clean. A light gray sofa cover was on the sofa, and a fruit plate and remote control were on the coffee table. Next to the TV wall stood a bookshelf, half of which was filled with Ouyang Qian's professional books and management magazines, and the other half was filled with Niu Niu's extracurricular reading materials and a few picture books.

The living room connects to an open kitchen and a dining room. In the dining room, there is a square dining table for four, with an induction cooker already set up on it. The hot pot on the table is bubbling away, with one side containing a spicy broth and the other a milky white mushroom broth.

The table was filled with prepared dishes: plates of sliced ​​beef, lamb rolls, tripe, beef aorta, duck blood, enoki mushrooms, bean curd sheets, lotus root slices, and potato slices were arranged around the pot, and a small basket of washed chrysanthemum greens and romaine lettuce was placed in the middle.

Three bowls of condiments have already been prepared: two bowls of minced garlic and sesame oil, and one bowl of sesame paste—the sesame paste bowl is for Niu Niu.

"You've prepared quite a lot of food." Lin Feng glanced at the dishes on the table.

"I was originally planning to have this meal for just the two of us, so having you would just mean one more pair of chopsticks," Ouyang Qian said as she walked into the kitchen. She took out two more plates of sliced ​​beef and a box of shrimp paste from the refrigerator. "But you have a big appetite, so I'll add two more dishes."

Lin Feng washed his hands and went into the kitchen to help.

Ouyang Qian was holding a block of firm tofu in her palm, cutting it into even small cubes with a knife, and arranging them on a plate. Her movements were practiced, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time she had done this.

"Your knife skills are quite good."

"An essential skill for one person taking care of a child." She handed him the plate of tofu. "Take it over there, and while you're at it, check if Niu Niu has finished unpacking and tell her to wash her hands."

Although the kitchen is large, it's inevitable that two people will bump into each other while wandering around inside.

As Ouyang Qian reached for the strainer, her arm brushed against Lin Feng's waist, and the sleeve of her loungewear rubbed against his shirt, leaving a faint watermark. She seemed oblivious, or rather, completely unconcerned, and continued adjusting the sesame paste's consistency.

"The sauce is a bit thick. Add some cooled boiled water and stir it." She handed him the bowl. "Just stir it well, don't make it too runny."

"You're treating me like a kitchen helper."

"If you come to my house for a free meal, you have to do something, right?" She glanced at him sideways, a smile playing on her lips.