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

When Raymond Lam was swept away by the current, the knife-wielding thug was still struggling in his arms.

The dagger was still stuck in Lin Feng's left chest, the hilt tilted to one side by the water flow, and the blade was being tossed around in the wound as the two men struggled.

A sharp pain exploded in his chest, spreading to his left shoulder and entire left arm. His fingers began to go numb, and his strength was rapidly draining away.

But Raymond Lam did not let up.

With her right arm tightly wrapped around the other man's neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, she hung herself on the assailant.

Shen Yu struggled desperately in the water, her elbows repeatedly striking Lin Feng's ribs, causing a dull ache.

Lin Feng's nostrils were filled with icy stream water, making it hard for him to breathe, but he tightened his grip on his arms.

He had only one thought in his mind—this man had just stabbed Ye Qinghan with a knife, and if he was allowed to get ashore alive, he would still chase after Ye Qinghan.

Therefore, we cannot let go. We cannot loosen our grip, even if it means death.

The stream carried them downstream, and the rocks at the bottom of the water kept hitting Lin Feng's back and legs.

I felt my back hit a protruding rock, and the rough stone surface scraped off a layer of my skin. The stream water poured into the wound like salt.

Unleashing unprecedented power, he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on her arms. Shen Yu's struggles grew weaker and weaker. A string of bubbles rose from her mouth, and she flailed her arms haphazardly across the water's surface a few times before going still.

Lin Feng's consciousness also began to blur.

The world spun around me, and the light before my eyes grew dimmer and dimmer.

He saw Su Mengya standing under the streetlight at the entrance of the building, wearing that light pink sports vest, her ponytail swaying behind her head, and she said to him, "You brat, go for a run."

He saw Zhou Mei sitting on his bed in a white dress, tucking the stray hairs behind her ears and looking at him with a smile.

Seeing Shen Qianqian holding the white cat standing next to the fountain in Wanda Plaza, with colorful lights reflecting on her doll-like face, she tiptoed and pressed her lips to his, saying, "I've decided on you."

He saw He Qianwen adjusting her glasses and saying, "Coach Lin, please massage my back again." He saw Yang Ru lying on the yoga mat, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed.

Seeing Luo Ruoxi smiling at him with a champagne glass in hand, he said, "You're quite the charmer when it comes to women." He saw Shangguan Jinghong standing on the viewing platform of the mountain road, the night wind blowing through her black hair, her long black robe parted in the middle to reveal her fair skin underneath.

Finally, he saw Ye Qinghan leaning against the cave wall, the firelight flickering on her face, looking down at him as he knelt at her feet, rubbing her ankle, a very faint smile curving her lips.

Then consciousness completely ceased.

The situation on the shore had already caused an uproar.

When Zhou Jianguo, deputy director of the Hehai City Public Security Bureau, led the search and rescue team down the hillside, they saw Ye Qinghan lying on the muddy bank, her hand outstretched towards the river, calling out Lin Feng's name.

The beam of the flashlight swept across the river, revealing only the murky water carrying mud and sand tumbling downstream, with no sign of human presence on the surface.

While directing several police officers to take first-aid kits to check on Ye Qinghan's condition, Zhou Jianguo ordered the others to search downstream along the riverbank, determined to find her alive or dead.

He then reported the situation on the scene to the command center over the walkie-talkie, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Qinghan was helped up from the mud by two police officers. Her left foot was so swollen that she couldn't put any weight on it, her hair was soaked and stuck to her face, and the wound on her forehead was still bleeding. She looked extremely disheveled.

But she couldn't care less about that. She grabbed Zhou Jianguo's arm and told him to send more people downstream to search, and that they had to find Lin Feng.

Zhou Jianguo's arm ached from gripping his fingers so tightly, and he almost roared. Not daring to delay, Zhou Jianguo dispatched two more teams to search downstream.

The remaining two criminals were caught by the police officers who had jumped into the water first, handcuffed them, and put them into a police car.

One of the tall, thin men wearing glasses was still struggling when a SWAT officer pressed the back of his head and shoved him into the car door. His forehead hit the door frame, and he screamed in pain. The other man, with a round face, had completely given up resisting and was curled up on the ground, trembling all over.

Soon, Shen Ping, the director of the Provincial Public Security Department, also arrived at the scene. He was wearing a dark blue police training uniform, and the police rank insignia on his shoulders was particularly conspicuous under the bright flashlight beam.

He was followed by seven or eight people, all of whom had solemn expressions and walked with hurried steps.

He strode over to Ye Qinghan, squatted down, and carefully examined her injuries. He saw that her ankle was swollen, but there were no obvious knife or gunshot wounds elsewhere. He finally felt relieved.

Ye Qinghan calmed down a bit after seeing Shen Ping, but her voice was still hoarse.

She quickly recounted what had happened—how Lin Feng stood in front of her, how he pushed the thug into the river, how the knife stabbed him in the chest, and how he rolled into the river with the thug in his arms.

At the end, his voice trailed off, and he fell silent. After listening, Shen Ping remained silent for a few seconds, then patted Ye Qinghan on the shoulder and told her to continue searching for Lin Feng's whereabouts. He then instructed the accompanying medical staff to help Ye Qinghan into the ambulance to treat her foot injury.

Ye Qinghan was unwilling to get in the car.

She said she wouldn't leave until she found Raymond Lam.

His voice was loud, completely different from his usual calm and authoritative tone when giving orders in the office.

Shen Ping stared at her, stunned—he had known Ye Qinghan for so many years and had never seen her lose her composure like this because of a man.

He didn't say anything, but called over an old detective and whispered to him to continue sending more people down the river to search for Lin Feng, to find him alive or dead. He also personally led a team to search downstream along the riverbank.

Ye Qinghan then had the medical staff help her limp toward the ambulance.

While the doctor treated her sprained ankle in the back of the car, her eyes were fixed on the direction of the river, lingering on every corner illuminated by the flashlight, as if Lin Feng would emerge from the water the next moment if she kept staring.

A feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time welled up inside me; it wasn't just simple worry, but something more primal and instinctive.

When that man stood in front of her just now, what she saw was not a young person protecting an elder, but a man protecting his woman.

She didn't know why she used the phrase "her own woman," but at that moment, the instant Lin Feng's blood splattered on her face, that was the feeling.

She remembered the slight furrow in Lin Feng's brow as he massaged her ankle, the stunned look on his face when she told him that if she were ten years younger she would pursue him, and the bright red tips of his ears when he said, "Aunt Ye, you are very young now."

He buried his face in his hands, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

at the same time.

Cheng Yuan, the director of the Qingyuan Municipal Public Security Bureau, stood next to Shen Ping, his face ashen.