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

When the two met at the airport, Raymond Lam arrived first.

Standing next to the entrance of the departure hall, a small, dark gray leather suitcase sat at her feet, lightweight and practical. Inside were the things Wang Yue had packed in advance: several sets of clothes, toiletries, a charger, and a small packet of commonly used medicines.

The box wasn't big; it wasn't difficult to carry with one hand.

Ouyang Qian was about ten minutes late. When she got out of the taxi, Lin Feng saw her through the glass door. She was wearing a dark blue knitted short-sleeved top, the material close-fitting, tightly hugging her upper body curves, her waist was slender, and her chest was full.

He wore dark gray wide-leg pants and white flat shoes, looking more relaxed and less tense than usual in the office. Behind him was a large, dark blue suitcase, almost twice the size of Lin Feng's, with a luggage tag with English markings hanging on the handle.

"Have you been waiting long?" Ouyang Qian walked up to him, pulling her suitcase, a smile on her face.

"Just arrived." Lin Feng took the suitcase handle from her. "You brought so much stuff? It's only for five or six days, isn't it?"

"Women always have twice as much luggage as you." Ouyang Qian let go of his hand, letting him push the two suitcases toward the check-in counter.

Lin Feng didn't reply, but just pushed the suitcase forward, the suitcase making a low rolling sound on the smooth ground.

Check-in, baggage drop-off, and security check were all very smooth processes.

After checking their suitcases, the two walked towards the boarding gate empty-handed. Ouyang Qian stopped in front of the duty-free shop window, glanced at the row of perfumes, but didn't go in. She then followed them.

The connecting flight to Shanghai is very short, taking just over an hour.

The two ate something simple at the terminal restaurant. Ouyang Qian ordered a bowl of noodles, and Lin Feng ordered a serving of wontons. Airport food wasn't cheap, and the taste was only so-so. Ouyang Qian ate half of her bowl of noodles and put it down. Lin Feng pushed his wontons over to her, and she didn't stand on ceremony, picking up a spoon and eating two.

When I boarded the plane to Berlin, it was evening, and there was still a layer of orange-red light on the horizon, which shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal onto the waiting area floor.

The quality of flight attendants on international flights is indeed a level higher than that on domestic routes. Several people stand at the cabin door to greet passengers, their uniform skirts reaching their knees, and their posture is upright.

One of the flight attendants was blonde and very tall, her uniform taut and straight. The others were Asian, with exquisite makeup and proper manners.

Lin Feng found a seat and sat down. Ouyang Qian sat down next to him, adjusted the back of her chair, stretched out her legs, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Lin Feng ordered two drinks, handing one to Ouyang Qian and placing the other beside him. The partition between the seats could be lowered; he reached out and pressed a switch, and the partition slowly descended, creating a semi-open space between the two. With the curtain drawn, the light from the corridor was blocked out, leaving only a small circle of warm light from the overhead reading lamp.

Ouyang Qian leaned back in her seat and turned to look at him: "Mr. Lin, this kind of first-class ticket isn't cheap, is it? You wouldn't be trying to take advantage of me while I'm asleep, would you?"

"You even noticed that?" Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, holding his drink. "It would be a real shame not to do something after being locked up with such a beautiful woman like you for over ten hours."

Ouyang Qian chuckled, not refuting, and simply took off her shoes, pulled her legs up onto the seat, and lay half-reclined on her side, her heels resting on the edge of the seat cushion. "To be honest, when I was studying abroad for several years, I always flew economy class, sitting in the middle seat for more than ten hours at a time, and my legs would be swollen when I got off the plane. Money is good, with money you can solve anything." As she spoke, she took a sip of her drink, tilted her head back on the seat back, and half-closed her eyes.

The two chatted casually.

Ouyang Qian said that she had visited several cities when she was studying in the United States, but she had never been to Europe before. This was her first time setting foot in Germany.

Lin Feng said his English wasn't very good, and he relied mainly on gestures and translation software when he was abroad. Ouyang Qian speaks English and French, and knows a little German in everyday conversation. She jokingly said she could be his translator, but it wouldn't be cheap.

After chatting for a while, the cabin lights went out.

Lin Feng pulled a tablet out of the storage bag on the side of his seat, opened a Gomoku app, and said, "Let's play a few rounds. It's boring just sitting here."

Ouyang Qian became interested and sat up straight, placing the tablet on the small table between them. They played two rounds; Lin Feng won one, and Ouyang Qian won the other. Lin Feng flipped the tablet over and placed it on the table. "Playing like this isn't fun. Let's have a bet. Truth or Dare, the loser chooses one."

Ouyang Qian raised an eyebrow: "Okay, I'll choose truth, or you can do dare. But let's make it clear first, the dares can't be too outrageous."

Lin Feng lost the first game. Ouyang Qian held the tablet and thought for a moment before asking, "How many women do you have around you? I mean, the kind you've had physical intimacy with, not counting holding hands or hugging, but actually sleeping with."

Lin Feng was taken aback by the first question being so direct. He paused for a moment, then counted on his fingers, "Eight."

Ouyang Qian's mouth opened slightly, her expression showing obvious surprise, and she lowered her voice, "Eight? Can your body handle that?"

"This is the second question." Lin Feng tapped the tablet. "Let's try again."

He won the second one.

Lin Feng put down his pen and looked into Ouyang Qian's eyes. The cabin was dimly lit, making her features appear more defined than usual. "Last time we had hot pot at your house, I kissed you," he asked. "How did you feel then?"

Ouyang Qian hadn't expected him to ask this. She paused, placed the tablet on her lap, and swiped her finger along the edge of the screen. "I can't really explain it. I just feel... it's alright. It didn't make me feel repulsed." She paused again. "You should be satisfied with this answer since I didn't push you away that day."

In the following rounds, the two players played faster and faster, and the questions they asked became increasingly in-depth.

Ouyang Qian was quite interested in his private life, asking him how long the longest he had lasted and what his most exciting experience was.

Raymond Lam answered evasively, occasionally mentioning a few details, which made Ouyang Qian's eyes light up. She would occasionally interject, "You could write a book about this." Raymond Lam also asked her a lot about her, such as whether she had thought about finding someone else after her divorce and whether she was tired of raising her child alone.

Ouyang Qian's expression didn't change much; she was talking about something that didn't really concern her. "So now you know why I'm not interested in that. I've never experienced it, so there's nothing to look forward to."

"You really are..." Lin Feng paused for a moment.

"Virgin," Ouyang Qian said for him. "Is that word so hard to say? It's not like it's anything shameful." She glanced at him, a hint of teasing in her tone. "President Lin won't treat me differently because of this, will he?"