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

Upon entering the hotel, the interior decoration was exquisite. The lobby wasn't large, but the lighting and furnishings were of high quality.

The reception area had dark marble floors and a crystal chandelier overhead, providing soft, non-glaring lighting. Check-in was quick; after verifying his passport, the receptionist handed Lin Feng two room keys and smiled, saying in English, "Have a pleasant stay."

When the elevator doors opened, there were only the two of them inside.

Ouyang Qian pressed the button for the fifth floor, and the elevator ascended smoothly. A small mirror on the wall reflected the silhouettes of two people. Lin Feng stood on the left, and she stood on the right, with about half a person's distance between them.

The air vents at the top of the elevator emitted a very faint sound of airflow; apart from that, there was only the sound of two people breathing.

"Your room is next door," Lin Feng said. "You can knock if there's anything wrong."

Ouyang Qian turned to look at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. "What could be going on? Could it be a nighttime attack by thugs?"

"Just in case. As a woman, you should be a little safety-conscious when you're in a foreign country." Lin Feng said this with a serious expression.

"President Lin, I've trained in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for three years," Ouyang Qian scoffed. "Even two thugs might not be able to beat me. As for you, make sure you lock the door tonight, lest that blonde, blue-eyed woman leads you away."

"Is this all the self-control you see in me?"

"That's hard to say." Ouyang Qian smiled, and the elevator stopped on the fifth floor.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a dark gray carpet in the corridor. Wall lamps on both sides emitted a warm yellow light, one every few steps, illuminating the abstract paintings hanging on the walls.

Lin Feng walked ahead and stopped in front of a door. He looked down at the room number, which was 501, and the room next to it was 502.

He swiped the room key to open the door, then turned to Ouyang Qian and said, "Meet me in the lobby downstairs at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Goodnight." Ouyang Qian opened her door and nodded to him. Before pushing the door open, she paused, turned back, and added, "If you can't sleep, just text me. I usually don't sleep very soundly."

"What, are you inviting me over for a bit?"

"Dream on! I'm just worried you're jet-lagged!" She rolled her eyes at him and turned to go into the room.

The door clicked shut, and the corridor fell silent. Lin Feng stood at the door for a few seconds, then swiped his card to open his room and went inside.

The room wasn't particularly large, but the layout was neat and orderly.

A large bed took up most of the space, with pure white sheets and duvet covers that looked clean and crisp. A small table and a chair were placed by the window, through which one could see the scattered lights of Berlin.

There was a faint woody aroma in the air, and the air conditioning was set to a perfect temperature. I opened my suitcase, took out my pajamas and toiletries, and went into the bathroom for a shower.

When hot water poured over my head, it felt like all the fatigue in my body was being activated; every part of my body, from my shoulders to my lower back and the backs of my knees, ached. I stood in the water for about ten minutes, letting the hot water gradually wash away the tension in my muscles.

After showering, Lin Feng changed into his pajamas, sat on the edge of the bed, and glanced at his phone. There was a message from Ye Qinghan on the screen: "Arrived?"

Lin Feng didn't type anything; he made a video call directly.

The call connected after two rings. Ye Qinghan's screen flickered slightly, showing a lit bathroom sink in the background. The other person was wearing a loose light blue short-sleeved shirt, their hair was a little messy, with a few stray strands sticking to their cheeks, clearly indicating they had just gotten up.

"Just arrived at the hotel, about to go to sleep." Lin Feng placed his phone next to the water glass on the bedside table, lay down on his side, and the image on the phone screen stabilized. "Why are you up so early?"

"It's almost six o'clock. Provincial leaders are coming to Hohai University to inspect the work today, so we need to hold a brief meeting beforehand." Ye Qinghan's voice was still hoarse from just waking up. She placed her phone on the sink, and the screen showed her brushing her teeth with foam in her mouth. She mumbled something, then lowered her head to rinse her mouth and wiped her lips with a towel.

"Is your schedule tight?" she asked.

"I'm going to Audi headquarters tomorrow, and then I have to visit a few other companies. It's probably not going to be easy."

"Then you should get some rest and not stay up too late. You'll be jet-lagged tomorrow, and you won't be able to conduct business well if you're not in good spirits." With that, she picked up her phone, turned around, and walked out of the bathroom.

The scene pans past the dressing table and half-open curtains in the bedroom, then moves to the bedside, where the person sits down, places their phone on the bedside table, and begins to take off their pajamas.

Her movements were very natural, as if she didn't notice the camera was still on, or perhaps she wasn't even thinking of avoiding it. She lifted the hem of her light blue short-sleeved shirt from the bottom up with her hand, revealing her lower abdomen and waistline, and then took the whole shirt off her head.

Ye Qinghan maintained a very good figure, with no excess fat on her waist and abdomen, and her skin had a faint porcelain white hue. She wore a white wire-free bra underneath, which was very tight, and the curve of her chest was gathered to create a clear cleavage. The lace trim at the edges was sunken into her skin, enough to outline her mature fullness.

"I need to wear formal attire for the meeting this morning, so I hung my clothes out in advance." Ye Qinghan folded her pajamas and draped them over the back of the chair, turning to face the camera. The lines of her collarbone and shoulders were clearly visible in the dim light.

Then reach behind your back and unhook the bra.

The moment the bra slipped off my shoulders, my chest felt as if it had been released, and the soft curves revealed their full outline in the morning light.

She turned her back, placed her underwear on the chair, and her smooth back lingered in the camera's view for a moment, her shoulder blades sliding slightly with the movement.

"I think when you come back from your trip to Germany, you'll find that your home has changed." She suddenly turned around and smiled at the camera.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not telling you." She turned and walked towards the bathroom. "You'll see for yourself when you get back."

The sound of the showerhead quickly filled the air.

Lin Feng stared at the misty water vapor and blurry figures in the image. After a while, his eyelids began to feel heavy.

The phone wasn't turned off; it sat beside the pillow, the screen's light appearing soft and steady in the dim room. The sound of water continued, interspersed with the occasional clinking of bottles and jars.

She fell asleep very quickly.