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

This lasted for about ten seconds, or maybe longer...

Both of them lost their sense of time.

Until Ouyang Qian's lips slowly retreated half an inch from his lips.

"President Lin." Ouyang Qian's voice was a little hoarse, but her tone returned to its usual unhurried manner, "You've crossed the line today."

He said "crossing the line," but his arms around his neck didn't loosen, and his fingers were still gently circling the back of his neck.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng felt as if a glass of cold water had been poured over his feverish mind, clearing him up considerably. He pulled his right hand out of her pajamas and let it hang by his side.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.

Seeing the complex expression on his face—a mix of embarrassment, annoyance, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on—Ouyang Qian couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, look at that face." She poked his cheek with a finger. "I've already touched it, why are you still making that face? Are you afraid I'll get angry? Or afraid I'll report you to the police station?"

"I acted impulsively just now," Lin Feng said with a wry smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Me too." Ouyang Qian's smile faded slightly. "But what's interesting is—when you touched me, I didn't push you away. I really didn't want to push you away."

He tilted his head, as if analyzing, "Logically, I should have slapped him across the face, but I didn't. What does that prove?"

"What does that mean?"

"That means I don't really dislike you." She looked directly at him, then sighed, "But that's not a good sign, it's really not a good omen."

After saying that, she released his neck, took a half step back and leaned against the kitchen door frame, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

The loungewear was a bit wrinkled from all the fussing just now, the neckline was askew to one side, revealing one shoulder, and the milky white bra strap had slipped off the shoulder and was loosely draped over the arm.

"I don't want to become one of your harem members, working for you for free." Ouyang Qian tilted her head and looked at him, her tone half-serious and half-joking, but there was no smile in her eyes. "Mr. Lin, I've heard about your romantic escapades more than once or twice. Those young girls are all so young and beautiful, and I'm just a middle-aged woman with a child, I'm not going to join in that fun."

Lin Feng knew she was trying to lighten the mood, so he stood up and rubbed his nose. "It's getting late, I should go back. You should get some rest too."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the entrance. He bent down to get the car keys from the shoe cabinet. As he squatted down to change his shoes, Ouyang Qian was still leaning against the kitchen door frame, looking down at him.

"Lin Feng." She suddenly called him by his full name, not "President Lin".

Lin Feng raised his head.

"How about... I let you touch me a few more times?" The corners of his mouth curved into that familiar smile again, whether it was a sudden thought, a way to tease him, or a test of something, he didn't know. "You won't have this chance next time. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so you'd better think it through, hehe!"

Lin Feng straightened up and glanced back at her.

Ouyang Qian stood at the kitchen doorway, her light pink loungewear hanging askew, her hair a little messy with a few stray strands falling across her forehead and cheeks, and a teasing smile that was hard to decipher.

Both of them knew she was joking.

But no one revealed what was hidden beneath that joke.

"Why don't you save it for me?" Lin Feng put on his shoes, placed his hand on the doorknob, turned to look at her, and smiled. "I'll come back when you've had a drink."

Ouyang Qian paused for a moment, then smiled and shook her head. "I might not be so proactive next time!"

"Then I'll take the initiative!"

"Alright, alright!" Ouyang Qian took two steps forward, squeezed past him, opened the door, and gestured for him to enter. "Okay, Mr. Lin, drive carefully on the road. The roads are slippery from the rain. Send me a message when you get home."

Lin Feng stepped out the door and looked back at her one last time.

The other person leaned against the door frame, one hand holding the doorknob, the other hand raised and casually waved.

Lin Feng went downstairs to the underground parking garage, drove onto the street, rolled down the car window a crack, and let in the damp air, carrying the scent of earth and plants after the rain.

Thinking about what had just happened, I couldn't help but smile.

What a careless mistake that led to our downfall!

The next morning, Lin Feng arrived at the company half an hour later than usual. After leaving Ouyang Qian's house last night, he drove around in circles before returning home, his mind a jumbled mess, unable to pinpoint whether it was because of those three glasses of red wine or something else entirely.

I woke up two alarm clock cycles past my alarm this morning, and washed my face with cold water before leaving the house.

When he arrived at the company, the receptionist stood up and greeted him as usual, "Good morning, Mr. Lin." He nodded, but his steps unconsciously paused as he passed Ouyang Qian's office.

The door was open, and Ouyang Qian was already sitting inside, wearing thin-rimmed glasses. The computer in front of her was lit up, and she was flipping through a stack of printed data in her hand.

Today I wore a navy blue suit jacket over a white satin shirt, and my hair was tied in a low ponytail. I looked like I was from a completely different world from the girl in the light pink loungewear I wore last night.

As Lin Feng passed by the door, the other person looked up and glanced at him from behind his glasses.

"Good morning, Ms. Lin." Her tone was exactly the same as every morning when we met, with a slightly formulaic politeness. "I've pulled up the data for the entire day of yesterday's car market. Shall we have a short meeting later to go over it?"

"Okay, 10:30." Lin Feng replied and walked towards his office.

"Zhang Liang gave me his rectification plan this morning, and I've sent it to your email as well," Ouyang Qian said, her voice trailing off as she continued looking at the stack of papers in her hand.

"I saw it."

There was no further communication.

Both of them tacitly chose to suppress what happened last night.

The short meeting at 10:30 was conducted efficiently. There were four or five people in the meeting room. Ouyang Qian turned on the projector and went through the data one by one.

Zhang Liang spent two days building a simple visitor flow monitoring system. The heat maps and data collection links for each booth were all working properly, and he had a good working relationship with Ouyang Qian.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and listened, occasionally interrupting to ask a question. Ouyang Qian's answers were always precise and to the point. The entire meeting was fast-paced and efficient, with no unnecessary words.

After the meeting, as Ouyang Qian was packing up the projector, she said to Lin Feng, "At the Shuke Auto Factory, BYD's equipment has arrived, and the renovation is progressing much faster than expected. Do you want to take a look today? I'm not entirely comfortable with the safety conditions in some of the workshops."

"Can we go now?" Lin Feng checked his watch.

"It's an hour's drive, I should be back this afternoon. I can go through those contracts in your email when I get back." Ouyang Qian put the projector in her bag, picked it up, and said, "Let's go, I'll drive."

The renovation site of Shuke Automobile Manufacturing Plant is located in the northern suburbs, not far from the car city. It covers a large area. When Lin Feng led his team to visit, the plant was still in a semi-shutdown state. Some of the old equipment in the workshop had been dismantled, while others were still sitting there collecting dust.

Now, the entire factory area is bustling with activity. The walls have been repainted, the main gate has been replaced with a new one equipped with electronic access control, and several engineering vehicles with BYD logos are parked in the factory area. Workers wearing reflective vests are going in and out.