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

Inside the Hehai City Public Security Bureau office building, Liu Wei, the office director, had dialed that number more than ten times.

The only thing he ever heard from the receiver was that cold female voice—"The number you dialed is currently switched off." He put down the landline receiver, his fingers tapping rapidly on his desk, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening into a deep frown.

Before leaving yesterday, Ye Qinghan specifically instructed him to call him at noon today to discuss the deployment of the special operation next week.

Having worked for Ye Qinghan for three years, I know that this woman is a woman of her word; if she promises to call at noon, she will never delay until the afternoon.

It's already past 2 a.m., and my phone is still off.

Liu Wei stood up, walked to the window, and then walked back. The unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

Ye Qinghan was going to Qingyuan to pick up her daughter. Qingyuan is more than 100 kilometers away from Hehai and Haihe, and there is a section of mountain road in between. What if there is a car accident?

He picked up the landline and dialed Deputy Director Zhou Jianguo's internal line. It rang twice before being connected.

After listening to Liu Wei's report, Zhou Jianguo remained silent for a few seconds, then said he would immediately contact the Qingyuan Municipal Bureau to request assistance in the investigation, and at the same time retrieve the last location of Ye Qinghan's mobile phone.

The location information was transmitted back after about ten minutes.

Ye Qinghan's cell phone signal disappeared around 11 p.m. last night. The last location it was on was a winding mountain road in Lan County, Qingyuan City. That area was all hilly terrain, with no villages or shops in sight.

Before the signal disappeared, no emergency calls were made or any messages were sent.

Looking at the location, Liu Wei felt a chill run down his spine, and a bad feeling crept into his heart.

He turned to the technician next to him and told him to continue tracking, to try again every ten minutes. Then he picked up the landline and dialed Zhou Jianguo's internal line, saying that the situation was bad and suggesting that he immediately report to the provincial department and send the nearest police force to Lan County to search.

Zhou Jianguo hesitated for a moment and said that the procedure for reporting to the provincial department required confirmation that the time of loss of contact had reached a certain limit before it could be initiated. However, Ye Qinghan was the director of the municipal bureau, and the situation was special. He immediately decided to report it now and that he would take responsibility if anything went wrong.

Meanwhile, Lu Peng, the Party Secretary of Hehai City, was reviewing documents in his office.

The secretary tiptoed in and whispered a few words in his ear.

Lu Peng stopped writing, looked up at his secretary, and frowned. "Ye Qinghan has disappeared? When did this happen? Has it been confirmed?"

The secretary said that the municipal bureau is confirming the situation. They have been out of contact for more than 15 hours since last night, and the last known location of the phone was in the mountainous area of ​​Lan County, Qingyuan.

Lu Peng put the pen on the table, leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the surface, and thought quickly.

Ye Qinghan had made great contributions in the crackdown on organized crime and drugs in just a few days after taking office. He must have had many political enemies, but at most they could only cause trouble in the officialdom. How many people in the entire Hehai City would dare to take action against the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau?

He was about to pick up the phone to call the municipal bureau to find out the details when his phone rang first.

He glanced at the caller ID and his pupils contracted sharply. A name flashed on the screen—Old Master Ye.

Grandpa Ye was Ye Qinghan's father, the person he respected most in his life. Back when he was just a minor section chief in a county, it was Grandpa Ye who promoted him. From the county to the city, and from the city to the province, Grandpa Ye's influence was with him at every step.

He was able to become the Party Secretary of Hehai City, and at least half of that credit goes to Ye Lao.

Lu Peng took a deep breath and answered the phone, his voice half a octave lower than usual. "Teacher, why are you calling me personally?"

An aged but dignified voice came from the other end of the phone. "Xiao Lü, Qinghan is in trouble, did you know?" Lü Peng said he had just received the news and was arranging for people to assist in the investigation.

After a few seconds of silence, Old Master Ye spoke again, his voice filled with suppressed anger. He said that he should have arrived in Qingyuan last night, but he still hadn't seen him today, and he couldn't get through on the phone.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Lü Peng's forehead.

He sensed the weight in the old man's words—this wasn't just about the city bureau chief's disappearance; it was about something happening to the Ye family.

He immediately assured the teacher that he would coordinate all available resources to find Qinghan's whereabouts as soon as possible.

After hanging up, he immediately dialed the number of Zhou Jianguo, the deputy director of the municipal bureau. His tone was no longer calm. "Mobilize all available police forces, including the armed police, block the highway exits between Hehai and Qingyuan, and check all suspicious vehicles. I don't care what methods you use, I want to know Director Ye's whereabouts before dark today."

Before the commotion in Hehai City had fully unfolded, Jiangbei Province was already in an uproar.

Shen Ping, the director of the Provincial Public Security Department, was listening to a work report from the Narcotics Control Detachment in the conference room when his secretary knocked on the door and whispered a few words in his ear.

Shen Ping's expression changed instantly. He put the folder in his hand on the table, stood up, said the meeting was adjourned, and strode out of the conference room.

After returning to his office, he closed the door, picked up the red landline on the table, and dialed a number.

After a few seconds, the call connected. Shen Ping's voice was low, but every word carried an undeniable force—"I'm giving you two hours to mobilize all available police forces in Qingyuan and block off all intersections around Lan County. I'm leaving now to go there personally."

After hanging up the phone, he stood by the window looking at the sky outside, his chest heaving violently.

He only had one younger brother, who passed away early when Shen Qianqian was only in the third grade of elementary school.

Ye Qinghan has not remarried all these years, raising Qianqian alone. He would bring Qianqian to visit him and his wife during holidays and festivals, and never complained.

He knew how difficult it was for a woman to reach this position in the officialdom, and he also knew how many people had tried to smear her over the years.

The other party has managed to overcome it all by themselves.

The more sensible and independent she became, the more uneasy he, as her older brother, felt, always thinking that the Shen family owed her something.

If something really happens to her, how will he face his younger brother after he passes away? Will he tell his brother, "I didn't take good care of my daughter-in-law"?

Shen Ping picked up his coat and walked out. When he reached the door, he turned back to his secretary and told him to call a helicopter. If they couldn't travel by road, they could fly over.

He made several more phone calls, each one louder than the last. The last call was directly to the mobile phone of the Party Secretary of Qingyuan City, where he said only one sentence: "If Ye Qinghan loses even a single hair, Qingyuan can deal with it as it comes."

Within two hours, all police forces around Lan County, Qingyuan City, were mobilized.

Police cars, armed police troop carriers, and ambulances lined up in long queues and poured into Lan County from all directions.

Temporary checkpoints were set up along the road, and all passing vehicles were inspected one by one.

All highway exits were blocked, and police helicopters circled above the hilly area, the roar of their rotors making the treetops tremble.

Hundreds of armed police and public security officers were divided into more than a dozen groups to conduct a carpet search in the mountainous areas of Lan County. Search and rescue dogs roamed through the forests, and the names of Ye Qinghan and Lin Feng were repeatedly played through loudspeakers.

The rain that lasted all night greatly hampered the search and rescue efforts, and only the overturned vehicle was found.