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

Ouyang Qian pondered for a moment, "I know someone in Shanghai who deals in international futures. He has reliable connections and can help us make connections. Crude oil is currently fluctuating around $90. If the conflict escalates, it could very well reach $120 or $130. There's a lot of room for maneuver."

"Then do you think it's okay?"

"You can try," Ouyang Qian said in a lower voice, "but don't overleverage. The situation is unpredictable; if a war doesn't break out, oil prices could drop quickly."

"If we don't end up fighting, consider it tuition." Lin Feng smiled.

Ouyang Qian rolled her eyes at him. "You've got too much money. But I trust your intuition this time. After Sophia talked to you last night, you came to tell me this first thing this morning. You probably whispered something in her ear."

"She doesn't know herself yet; she's just judging based on my intuition," Lin Feng said, glancing at Sofia, who was intently watching a set-piece penalty kick on the field, her golden-brown ponytail swaying gently in the wind.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and said to Ouyang Qian, "Contact her today and open the account. I'll have the funds transferred from China."

"Okay, I'll call you after the match," Ouyang Qian said.

Lin Feng smiled and moved closer to her, "I'll split the profits with you."

"Is Mr. Lin trying to seduce me with money?" Ouyang Qian glanced at him, a smirk playing on her lips. "You already have a canary by your side, so you probably don't need me."

"I never treated you like a caged bird," Lin Feng said.

"How many women have you said that to?" Ouyang Qian smiled and shook her head, not pressing the matter further. It was just past halftime on the field, and the fans in the stands started singing again, wave after wave of cheers.

She took a few photos and then came over to take a group photo with Raymond Lam. All three of them were in the picture, with Sofia's hand on Raymond Lam's shoulder, laughing carefree.

During halftime, Raymond Lam bought three cups of hot cocoa.

When Ouyang Qian returned, she was standing in the aisle making a phone call, her tone very efficient, indicating she had probably already contacted the futures manager. Sophia was sitting alone in her seat, and her eyes lit up when she saw Lin Feng return.

Lin Feng handed her the hot cocoa, and she took a sip. There was a layer of milk foam on the rim of the cup, which she licked off with her tongue.

With about seventy minutes into the game, the score was still 1-1.

Before the match started, the three of them placed their bets. The betting industry is still very popular. Lin Feng bet on Copenhagen to win, Ouyang Qian bet on a draw, and Sofia made the same choice as Lin Feng.

In the 83rd minute, Copenhagen FC scored a header from a corner kick, sending the entire stadium into a frenzy as blue smoke billowed through the stands. Sofia jumped up in excitement, screaming, then turned and hugged Lin Feng, bouncing twice.

Lin Feng felt her breasts swinging violently with each jump, and patted her back to make her sit down. Ouyang Qian shook her head with a smile and said, "You two are really something, teaming up to make me the only one who loses."

The match ended with a score of 2 to 1.

Sofia won 10,000 euros, and Lin Feng had Ouyang Qian transfer the winnings directly to Sofia, saying it was her own winnings. Sofia stared at the balance notification on her phone, her grey-green eyes wide, speechless for a long time.

"This is mine?" she asked softly.

"Yours," Lin Feng said.

Holding her phone, she looked down at it for a while, then suddenly looked up and smiled, her eyes welling up with tears. She didn't say anything, just gripped her phone tightly. Ouyang Qian stood beside them, watching, and sighed softly, saying, "Let's go. We're taking a flight to Stockholm tonight."

That evening, Lin Feng and his two companions arrived in Stockholm.

Nights come early in Scandinavia, and the temperature is lower than in Copenhagen. The airport shuttle took us directly to the hotel. We booked two rooms this time.

When the elevator doors opened, Ouyang Qian stepped out first, wrapped her coat tighter, and turned to Lin Feng, saying, "Get some rest early tonight, I'll take you around the old town tomorrow." After saying that, her gaze lingered on Sophia for half a second, her lips twitched as if she were smiling, but it wasn't quite a smile, before she turned and walked towards her room.

Sophia linked arms with Lin Feng as they waited for him to swipe his card to open the door.

After entering, she first helped Lin Feng hang up his coat, then took out the photocopy of the passport Ouyang Qian had given her on the way from her bag, looked at it for a while, and whispered to Lin Feng, "Can I really follow you forever?"

Lin Feng sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and slowly took a puff. "You're my woman now."

She nodded, put away the copy, walked behind the sofa, wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's neck from behind, and bent down to press her face against his cheek. Her long, golden-brown hair fell down, brushing against Lin Feng's collarbone and shoulders. Her chest pressed against the back of his head, warm and solid, like two bags filled with warm water.

"Lin, you're so good to me." Her breath brushed against his ear, her voice muffled yet earnest.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but reached out and took her hand from his shoulder, squeezing her fingers. Her hand was soft, with long, slender fingers and a warm palm.

Outside the window, the lights of Stockholm shone against the dark blue sky, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty chill, seeped in through the cracks in the window.

The three of them stayed in Sweden for three days.

On the first day, I went to Stockholm's Old Town and spent most of the day walking along the narrow cobblestone alleys. On both sides were old buildings in ochre and cream colors, with windows painted dark green, and occasionally a bicycle would pass through the alleyway.

Sofia doesn't walk fast, but sometimes she stops to take a picture, sometimes she just stands there for a while and then catches up and continues walking.

"The houses here are completely different from those in Kyiv," Sofia said, pointing to a cream-colored three-story building. Her English was much better than when she was first rescued; her vocabulary was still limited, but her expression was becoming more natural. "Kyiv has many gray, square buildings. The buildings here are like building blocks."

"Do you like it here?" Lin Feng asked.

"I like it." She nodded, then added, "But I like being with you even more."

Ouyang Qian was walking ahead when she heard this. She turned around and glanced at them, but didn't say anything. She quickly turned back.

The next day, we took a boat to a nearby island.

The island has only a few hundred residents, with sparsely populated houses. A few fishing boats are moored at the pier, and the sea breeze blows the reeds along the shore, pressing them towards the water. Ouyang Qian walks ahead with her hiking backpack, her steps more brisk than when she was in Berlin a couple of days ago.

She was dressed in outdoor gear today, a dark gray softshell jacket paired with black cargo pants, the cuffs tucked into ankle boots, and a small silver water bottle hanging from her waist.

Lin Feng and Sofia walked behind. There weren't many special attractions on the island, but the wildflowers by the roadside, the occasional seabirds flying by, and the seashells washed ashore by the waves could make Sofia stop in her tracks.

"What's this?" Sophia squatted down, picked up a small grayish-white seashell from the sand, and showed it to Lin Feng in her palm.

"It's a hermit crab's shell," Lin Feng said. "It must have crawled up from the sea."

"Can I keep it?"

"Stay if you want!"

Sofia carefully put the seashell into her pocket, looked up and smiled at him.