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

Two days had passed since Tie Tou's incident, and Lin Feng's life seemed to have returned to normal on the surface. He went to classes at the club during the day, ate dinner at home in the evening, and visited Su's mother in the hospital the next day.

Su's mother was able to get out of bed and walk around. She slowly moved around the ward, supporting herself against the wall, with Su Mengya helping her and muttering, "Slow down, slow down."

Zhang Xiulan brings food every other day, and each time she brings an extra portion for Su Mengya.

Lin Feng had just finished washing up when his phone vibrated. It was a message from Xiao Wei saying that Sister Ye had scheduled a class for this morning, in yoga room number two, at nine o'clock.

Lin Feng stared at the screen for a few seconds and replied "Received". Ye Qinghan usually schedules classes one or two days in advance, so this last-minute appointment was probably because she's been too busy lately and managed to squeeze out a spare moment.

It just so happens that he was planning to find an opportunity to tell her about the drug leads anyway.

I changed my clothes and went out; the subway wasn't crowded.

Lin Feng leaned against the carriage wall, going over what he was going to say in his mind again.

How can I get Ye Qinghan to take this clue seriously without getting Hong Jie too involved?

He knew Ye Qinghan well; she was a person of strong principles. If she felt that Sister Hong was using him, things would become more complicated.

Xiao Wei was organizing the reservation forms at the front desk of the club when she saw Lin Feng come in. She greeted him and said that Sister Ye had arrived and was changing clothes in the dressing room.

Lin Feng said okay and headed towards Yoga Room Number Two.

I changed into white yoga clothes, straightened my collar in front of the mirror, and then did a simple warm-up on the mat.

I circled my shoulders, stretched my neck, and rolled my spine. My body slowly warmed up, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on my back.

The door was pushed open. Ye Qinghan walked in, wearing a light blue silk shirt and beige wide-leg pants, carrying that familiar briefcase.

The top two buttons of the shirt collar were undone, revealing a section of fair neck and a small patch of skin below the collarbone.

She wasn't wearing her police uniform today, and her hair wasn't combed as meticulously as usual; the ends were slightly curled outwards, and she looked much more relaxed than usual.

"Good morning, Aunt Ye." Lin Feng stood up from the cushion.

"Good morning, Xiaolin." Ye Qinghan put her briefcase on the coffee table, walked to the cushion, and bent down to take off her shoes.

When she bent over, the collar of her shirt dropped down, revealing a large expanse of fair skin below her collarbone. Her two heavy, full breasts swayed under the silk fabric as they peeked out from under the collar.

She straightened up and looked at Lin Feng, a slight smile on her lips. "After you massaged me last time, my neck felt great for a whole week. It's starting to get stiff again this week, so I came to get some extra help."

"Aunt Ye, please change your clothes first. The changing room is inside."

Ye Qinghan pushed open the frosted glass door and went inside. Lin Feng stood in the center of the cushion, waiting, wondering when to bring up the topic.

The sounds of fabric rubbing and zippers being pulled open came from the dressing room, and her figure moved vaguely behind the frosted glass.

A few minutes later, the door opened.

Ye Qinghan came out and changed into a light gray, openwork yoga outfit. The front was made of thin straps crisscrossed into a net, and her two full breasts bulged out from the gaps in the net, leaving shallow diamond-shaped marks on her fair skin.

Her lower body was covered in tight-fitting capri pants, with a very tight waist, a flat stomach, and a full, curved hip.

She stood on the mat, stretched her shoulders in front of the mirror, and then turned to look at Lin Feng. "Let's begin. Today we'll focus on chest-related poses. I've also practiced those backbends you taught last time at home. Can you check if I'm doing them correctly?"

"Let's start with the cat-cow pose to activate the thoracic spine." Lin Feng knelt on the mat to demonstrate. Ye Qinghan followed suit, kneeling down and supporting herself with her hands on the ground, her movements becoming smoother than before.

The thoracic spine twitched dramatically, with each vertebra rolling smoothly from the tailbone to the cervical spine, like a ripple on water. But Lin Feng noticed that her right scapula was still slightly higher when she arched her back.

Standing behind her, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pressed her right shoulder down a bit. "It's still a little tight here. Have you been working overtime lately?"

"Last week, the provincial department had a special meeting that lasted for three days. We sat from morning till night, only getting up to go to the bathroom in between." Ye Qinghan's voice came from between his arms, tinged with a hint of helplessness. "You think being a bureau chief is just sitting in an office drinking tea? Meetings are more tiring than catching criminals."

Lin Feng pressed his fingers on her trapezius muscle, which was as hard as a board. He then slowly pushed down along both sides of her cervical spine with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Ye Qinghan lowered her neck slightly and let out a soft sigh.

"By the way, Aunt Ye, there's something I've been wanting to tell you." Lin Feng continued to massage the back of her neck with his fingers.

"What is it?"

"Do you remember what happened with our counselor, Teacher Zhou, last time? It was with Fu Yongwei and Wang Qingchen."

Ye Qinghan looked up from her cat-cow pose and glanced at him. "I remember! After we talked about it at home last time, I even suggested we investigate, but you insisted it wasn't necessary. Later... you said that Fu Yongwei later hired someone to retaliate against you."

"Yes. He hired some thugs to ambush me in the alley, but I beat them up and chased them away. I followed their trail and found a guy in Xicheng called Brother Biao." Lin Feng's fingers moved from the back of her neck to her shoulder blade, his thumb pressing down on a nodule on the inner edge of her shoulder blade. "Brother Biao told me that the person who paid was Fu Yongwei. Later, Brother Biao and I became acquainted through a fight, and he introduced me to his boss—Sister Hong of Bai Jinhai."

Ye Qinghan paused slightly, but did not speak.

Lin Feng's fingers continued to massage her back, his rhythm steady. "A few days ago, something happened to Sister Hong. Someone was secretly selling high-purity ecstasy at her place. She caught them in time and traced the distributors upwards, eventually finding a middleman named Tie Tou and a deliveryman named A Kun. This shipment was quite large; it wasn't ordinary merchandise. Someone was deliberately trying to get her. The trail went cold there, but all the evidence pointed in one direction—to a man named Zuo Ning in Hehai City."

Ye Qinghan sat up from the cushion.

He turned around to face Lin Feng, his relaxed expression turning serious.

The thin straps of her openwork yoga dress were pulled open further as she turned, almost completely exposing her two full breasts from the side, but she was completely unaware.

"Xiaolin, do you know what kind of status drugs are in China?" Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was heavy.

"I know. That's why I think this lead should be handed over to the police." Lin Feng also sat down on the mat, looking into Ye Qinghan's eyes. "Sister Hong is a respectable businesswoman. She doesn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, but some people do... If the police can follow these leads, they might be able to uncover something even bigger."

Ye Qinghan stared at him for a long time.

She was assessing the significance of this information. Having been a police officer for so many years, her sensitivity to intelligence far exceeded that of the average person.

A smuggling route extending from the border is being used to distribute high-purity ecstasy drugs, deliberately targeting entertainment venues.

If this batch of goods actually enters the market, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"What's your relationship with Sister Hong?" Her tone was tinged with suspicion.