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

The next morning, as soon as Lin Feng opened his eyes, he sent a message to Ouyang Qian, saying that if she was still not feeling well, she should rest at the hotel for a day and the rest of the trip could be postponed.

Ouyang Qian replied quickly: "Much better. I'll get up a little later today. You go ahead with your work." Lin Feng glanced at it for a second, put down his phone, and sat up from the bed.

Sofia was already awake and was curled up on the sofa watching him.

Her eyes were wide open, and her gray-green pupils were very beautiful. The collar of her bathrobe was askew, revealing half of her shoulder and a patch of translucent white skin below her collarbone. Her breasts were indeed very large, and I would estimate that she was an F-cup. The main reason for her large breasts was her extremely fair skin.

Upon seeing Lin Feng get up, the other person reflexively sat up straight and tugged at the collar of their bathrobe.

"Good morning." Her pronunciation was a little stiff.

"Good morning." Lin Feng got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, Sofia had already folded the thin blanket and placed it neatly in the corner of the sofa. She stood by the window, her back to him, looking at the city outside.

The bathrobe draped loosely over her body, but even so, the lines from her shoulders to her waist and legs were still incredibly smooth. Her height and proportions made her a natural clothes hanger; if she changed out of those old clothes, she could walk the runway in any long dress.

Lin Feng ordered breakfast in the room.

After the food was served, the two sat down at the small table. Sofia ate very cautiously, cutting only a small piece each time and chewing it for a long time before swallowing.

Lin Feng gestured for her to eat more, and she took another loaf of bread, nibbling on it slowly. Halfway through her meal, Will's message arrived, saying the lawyer had arrived at the hotel. Lin Feng told Sophia to continue eating, and then went downstairs to the small meeting room where Will and the lawyer were.

The lawyer was a German man in his early forties, whose English was much more fluent than Will's. He checked the documents from last night and confirmed Sophia's identity information with Lin Feng, explaining that this set of procedures was commonly used in the red-light district to provide residency guarantees for foreigners; although the background wasn't exactly impressive, it was legally valid.

He suggested that Raymond Lam sign another personal employment agreement, listing Sophia as his personal assistant, so that she would have legal work status and proof of income, which would make it easier to apply for visas and travel abroad later.

Lin Feng said okay, you provide the documents and I'll sign them.

The lawyer printed out several pages, which Lin Feng flipped through and could roughly understand. It was a standard personal assistant employment contract. He was the client, and Sofia was the assistant. The monthly salary was three thousand euros, and her duties were to be a personal assistant and a life assistant.

Lin Feng signed his name in the "Party A" section, then went upstairs to call Sophia down to sign in the "Party B" section. Sophia held the pen and wrote her full name in a crooked hand, then looked up at Lin Feng with a somewhat uncertain but reassuring look in her eyes.

After completing the formalities, Lin Feng asked Will to take the lawyer and leave first, while he led Sophia back to their room. As they exited the elevator, they ran into Ouyang Qian coming out of room 502. She was wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, light-colored jeans, and her hair was casually tied up.

The three of them met in the corridor. Ouyang Qian's gaze lingered on Lin Feng for a second before passing over him and landing on the tall, young woman behind him.

"President Lin, who is this?" Ouyang Qian's tone was calm, with a slight smile playing on her lips. She said, almost jokingly, "Could she be a maid you bought?"

Lin Feng glanced at Sophia.

The other person was still wearing a hotel bathrobe and was barefoot.

"This is a long story," Lin Feng said. "Let's go inside."

……

Lin Feng gave a brief account of what happened last night.

After listening, Ouyang Qian didn't say anything. She walked to the door and closed it, then crossed her arms and leaned against the wall in the entryway, staring at Lin Feng for a few seconds.

"Eighty-five thousand euros? You brought this woman back without even knowing anything about her background." The voice was low, but there was a hidden anger in it. "Don't you know what the international legal status of human trafficking is? Even if Germany is lax in its regulations, as the legal representative of a Chinese company, if you get involved in this kind of thing here and something goes wrong, how will you explain it back home?"

"I couldn't pretend I didn't see it in that situation," Lin Feng shrugged, then added, "Just consider it a moment of lust on my part!"

"My dear President Lin, have you ever heard the saying, 'Lust is a double-edged sword'?" Ouyang Qian took a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself down. "Forget it, we've already brought her back, there's no point in saying all this. But we can't leave any loose ends. You and she must sign a formal employment agreement to clearly define the nature of your relationship. Otherwise, she could accuse you of illegal detention or human trafficking at any time. If it comes to that, our trip to Europe will become an international scandal."

Lin Feng sat on the sofa, looking at Ouyang Qian.

The other person's tone and demeanor are now completely in work mode, and the subtle expression from before has disappeared.

However... she's right, the procedures and agreements must be complete.

"I've already had Will have a lawyer draft an employment contract, and she's signed it," Lin Feng said.

"Whose lawyer did your driver hire? I'm not comfortable with that," Ouyang Qian said. "Let me see the contract."

Lin Feng pulled those few pages out of the file bag and handed them to her.

Ouyang Qian took the contract and read it from beginning to end, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper. This contract was too standard, so standard that it had almost no binding force.

The document only states that Sofia serves as Lin Feng's personal assistant with a monthly salary of three thousand euros. The scope of her responsibilities is vague, and there are no breach of contract clauses or confidentiality clauses, let alone key information such as residency rights or restrictions on her rights and obligations after leaving the company.

To put it nicely, it's an employment contract; to put it bluntly, it's just a piece of paper.

"This one won't do." Ouyang Qian placed the contract on the coffee table. "She's currently an undocumented illegal immigrant. Your purchase of her residency sponsorship in Germany is a gray area under German law. It's not strictly illegal, but it will be very disadvantageous for you if a dispute arises. We must sign a supplementary contract with debt repayment provisions and strict default clauses, changing your relationship from a 'sales' transaction to an 'employment plus debt relationship.' She owes you 85,000 euros. How this money will be repaid, for how long, and what will happen in case of default—all clearly written down. This way, no matter where she goes in the future, you'll be in control."

After listening, Lin Feng nodded. "You can make the arrangements."

Ouyang Qian took out her phone, scrolled through her contacts for a while, found a friend who used to do cross-border legal consulting in China, and sent her a few messages.

The other party replied quickly, saying that German labor law is completely different from Chinese law, and suggested finding a local lawyer who specializes in foreign worker affairs, who could draft the specific terms.

Ouyang Qian called the hotel front desk again to ask if they had any partnered legal services. The front desk said they would arrange for a lawyer to come to the hotel within twenty minutes.

Sofia stood quietly in the corner of the room, listening to their conversation.

However, she couldn't understand Chinese and could only judge the general direction of the situation from the two people's expressions and tones. Ouyang Qian's glance at her just now wasn't malicious, but it was scrutinizing, making her unconsciously shrink her shoulders.

She glanced at Lin Feng secretly, then lowered her head again.

The lawyer arrived twenty minutes later; he was in his early forties, German, and named Müller. Ouyang Qian communicated with him in English, explaining the whole story.

After listening, Müller said that this situation was not uncommon in Berlin, and he had handled several similar cases.

It is recommended to sign a dual-structure agreement: one is a debt repayment agreement, clearly stating that Sofia owes Lin Feng 85,000 euros, to be repaid in installments through labor services, with 3,000 euros deducted from her monthly salary; the other is a personal assistant employment contract, with strict service periods and breach of contract clauses. If Sofia unilaterally leaves during the service period, she will be required to pay a one-time compensation of no less than one million euros. This would both protect Lin Feng's rights and provide a legally sound basis for his actions.

Ouyang Qian read the terms and conditions to Sophia in English, one by one. After listening, Sophia's eyes widened and her lips parted slightly.

However, she understood the gist of it: she had to work for Lin Feng for at least five years, and if she breached the contract, she would have to pay one million euros.