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

Wang Yue didn't ask any further questions, stepped on the gas, and the car merged into the traffic on the airport expressway. Sophia sat in the back seat, her eyes fixed on the city outside the window.

The streetscape of Hohai University is different from that of Kyiv, Berlin, and Copenhagen. The overpasses, office buildings, Chinese signs all over the streets, and bustling traffic make it hard for her to take it all in.

Her face was almost pressed against the car window, her golden-brown hair sliding down from behind her ears and draping over the collar of her white T-shirt. That T-shirt was picked out for her by Ouyang Qian in Germany; the neckline was a bit small, and her breasts stretched the T-shirt tightly, so much so that, in the rearview mirror, even the fabric on the back was stretched into a few fine wrinkles.

Wang Yue's new residence is in a villa community in the east of the city. The buildings are all no more than six stories high. She lives on the top floor with an attic. The sixth floor plus the attic with a sloping roof makes the overall area almost twice as large as her previous apartment.

The living room windows face south, and the afternoon sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a glossy sheen on the light-colored wooden floor.

Wang Yue led them on a tour.

The first floor has a living room, kitchen, and a bedroom, while the attic has a small activity room and a storage room. There is a bed in both the master bedroom and the attic room, and two bathrooms, which is convenient.

Sofia followed along for a while, stood by the attic window and looked out for a bit. When she turned back, her expression was much more relaxed than when she had gotten out of the car. She walked up to Lin Feng and whispered in English, "It's beautiful here."

"Whatever you like is fine," Lin Feng said.

Wang Yue took a few bottles of water out of the refrigerator, put them on the coffee table, and then squatted down to help Sophia push her suitcase against the wall.

As she squatted down, the hem of her skirt rode up, revealing a section of firm, toned thigh above her knee. Lin Feng glanced at her, and Wang Yue, who happened to be looking up at him, smirked, pulled her skirt down a little, and said, "Mr. Lin, do you have nowhere to look?"

"I'm looking at the refrigerator," Lin Feng said.

"The refrigerator is on the left." Wang Yue stood up, pointed in the opposite direction of his gaze, and smiled maliciously.

Sofia watched them chatter back and forth. She couldn't understand Chinese, but she could sense the relaxed atmosphere, and smiled slightly. Standing beside the sofa, she glanced down at the hem of her dress, then at Wang Yue, lost in thought.

I didn't go out for dinner.

Wang Yue ordered groceries and set up an electric hot pot and grill on the coffee table in the living room, cooking and grilling at the same time. Meat and vegetables filled half of the coffee table, the broth in the pot was boiling, and the steam covered the window glass with a layer of white mist.

Wang Yue took off her coat, revealing only a loose-fitting short-sleeved loungewear top with a low neckline. When she bent over to pick up food, her chest was exposed, a glimpse of white skin. Sophia had also changed into a light-colored tank top and sat next to Lin Feng, quietly eating her food, occasionally offering him a bite.

"She's quite good at taking care of people," Wang Yue said in Chinese.

"People who have experienced hardship usually mature early," Lin Feng said.

Halfway through the hot pot meal, Raymond Lam put down his chopsticks, leaned back on the sofa, and asked, "How much do you know about the short drama industry?"

Wang Yue was flipping the pork belly on the baking tray when she heard this, but she didn't stop. She wasn't wearing stockings today; instead, she was wearing pink slippers with small fuzzy trim, and her toenails were painted with nude nail polish, which looked very clean under the warm light.

"I've been in contact with some. There are many companies making short dramas now. They're low-cost, short-cycle, and quick money. If the script is good and the actors are good-looking, you can release it after filming twenty or thirty episodes. Generally, you don't need great acting skills. The key is to have a good face, a good figure, and a melodramatic plot. Then people will naturally watch." She put the grilled meat slices on a plate and pushed them towards Raymond Lam and Sophia.

Lin Feng glanced at Sophia, who was sitting next to him, eating shrimp paste with her head down.

Upon hearing the English pronunciation of the word "actor," the other person looked up, their grey-green eyes filled with question. Lin Feng simply said in English, "We're discussing a job opportunity, about you."

Sofia swallowed the shrimp paste in her mouth, put down her chopsticks, and sat up straighter. "Me? What can I do?"

Wang Yue replied in English, "You have great looks, and we're planning to try short videos and short dramas. You don't need to know how to act now, but your face and figure are the best starting point. How about it, are you interested?"

Sophia glanced at Lin Feng, and seeing that he didn't object, she nodded. "If you want me to do it, I'm willing to give it a try."

Wang Yue turned to look at Lin Feng, raising an eyebrow. "He listens to you quite well." Her tone was sweet and sour, as if she was teasing him.

"If she's going to settle down in Hohai, she needs a legitimate job." Lin Feng took a sip of water. "You take charge of this. Establish a Shuke Film and Television Media Company, affiliated with the health management company, and keep it independently accounted for."

Don't invest too much initially. Get the staff and equipment ready, and shoot a couple of films to test the waters. As for the actors, the women must be attractive and have great figures; acting skills can be developed gradually. For the men, find good-looking ones too, as long as they're not too wooden.

Wang Yue jotted down a few key points in her phone's memo app, then put the phone aside. "I'm familiar with the company registration process; it should be done within a week. For staff recruitment, we can start by poaching from a few performing arts training institutions, and then post a batch of job openings online. As for the venue, I'll have someone look into it; renting one with a studio, about 100 square meters should be enough." She paused, then added, "But Mr. Lin, I need to give you a heads-up. This industry may seem easy to get into, but it's actually quite murky. Actor turnover is high, and competitors can copy scripts faster than anyone else. Testing the waters early on is fine, but to succeed, just throwing money at it won't do; you also need a reliable director and operations team."

"That's why I'm handing it over to you," Lin Feng said.

Wang Yue smiled and put a slice of roasted potato into his bowl. "You certainly know how to assign me tasks. Okay, I'll get started tomorrow. You rest at Hohai for a few days, and we'll work on it again once I have a plan."

Sofia lowered her head again, taking small bites of the food in her bowl. Her tank top strap was a little loose, the right strap slipping down to her arm, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin above her chest and half of her rounded shoulder. Seemingly unaware, she focused on a piece of freshly cooked shrimp paste, her lips slightly red from the heat.

Wang Yue glanced at her, then at Lin Feng, and said in a low voice in Chinese, "Mr. Lin, with her looks, she could live off her face for three years just by standing in front of the camera. This Ukrainian girl you picked up will probably make you rich soon." Her tone was half serious and half teasing, and she even winked at Lin Feng after she finished speaking.

"Just cast a supporting actress, avoid any intimate scenes," Raymond Lam said, picking up a potato slice from his bowl and eating it. He then took a sip of ice water and sighed, "Home is still the best!"

"Got it, Mr. Lin! I know what I'm doing." Wang Yue said cheerfully.