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

Raymond Lam has been able to eat with difficulty, starting with thin porridge and now being able to eat some soft noodles and steamed eggs.

He speaks much more fluently now, although he still can't speak too loudly, but at least he doesn't have to write notes like he did on the first day.

The drainage tube for the chest wound has been removed, and the suture site is starting to scab over. It's itchy, but the nurse says it's a good sign that new flesh is growing.

Ye Qinghan's ward was downstairs. Her ankle sprain recovered faster than his, and she could basically walk with crutches.

She has been here twice.

The first time was on the afternoon of the day Lin Feng was transferred out of the intensive care unit. When he pushed open the door, Lin Feng was drinking pork rib soup cooked by Zhang Xiulan.

She was using an aluminum alloy cane under her armpit, and her left foot was wrapped in an elastic bandage, but she had already regained her usual capable and neat appearance. Her hair was neatly combed, and she had put on light makeup.

She sat on the chair next to Lin Feng's bed, leaned her cane against the bedside table, and then roughly told him the results of her investigation over the past few days.

The truck driver who hit them was caught that same night. He was a man in his fifties with late-stage lung cancer, and the doctor said he had at most six months to live.

Someone gave his family 500,000 yuan in cash to do this. He figured he wouldn't live much longer anyway, so leaving some money for his wife and children was worth it.

Following the trail, they arrested another police officer named Ding Chengxin, from the traffic police detachment of Hehai City Public Security Bureau. Shen Yu gave him two million yuan to provide Ye Qinghan's itinerary for that night.

Ding Chengxin was apprehended at the airport while preparing to flee, and confessed everything in less than an hour of interrogation.

When Shen Yu found him, she said that as long as he provided Director Ye's travel route, he didn't need to worry about anything else, and she gave him half of the two million in cash on the spot.

His wife had just given birth to their second child, which increased household expenses, and coupled with his own low salary, he couldn't resist the temptation.

Now that Shen Yu is dead, the connection he had made has temporarily ended. But Ye Qinghan deduces that there must be someone above Shen Yu.

The drug dealers' retaliation was just the surface reason. The fact that they could spend over a million yuan to bribe Shen Yu and another 500,000 yuan to hire a driver was no small sum.

However, given the magnitude of the incident, both the provincial and municipal authorities are conducting a full investigation, and it's unlikely that anyone will dare to touch her again in the short term.

Ye Qinghan spoke calmly as if she were giving a work report.

But Raymond Lam noticed that when she talked about "the knife you took for me," she rubbed her fingers back and forth on her knee a few times.

She paused for a moment, then said that she would not forget this incident, nor would the Hehai Municipal Bureau. She would personally apply for a commendation for his act of bravery once he recovered.

Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "No need, it's enough that Aunt Ye is safe."

His ears turned red again after he finished speaking.

Looking at his bright red ear tips, Ye Qinghan felt that indescribable feeling welling up inside her again.

She wanted to say something, but Zhang Xiulan just pushed the door open and came in, carrying a freshly made crucian carp soup.

Ye Qinghan stood up, leaning on her cane, and took her leave. As she reached the door, she glanced back at Lin Feng, her gaze brief but complex, as if she were suppressing something.

The second time was the afternoon of the following day, and Shen Qianqian was also there.

When Ye Qinghan arrived, she saw her daughter sitting by Lin Feng's bedside, holding a half-peeled apple with bumps and dents in her hand.

When she handed the apple to Lin Feng, he glanced at it and said, "Your apple-peeling skills are terrible; you've peeled away all the flesh."

Shen Qianqian puffed out her cheeks and said, "Then you can peel it yourself next time." Lin Feng took a bite of the bumpy apple and said, "But it's quite sweet."

Shen Qianqian couldn't help but smile.

Ye Qinghan stood at the door watching this scene, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

She should be happy—her daughter is with a reliable guy who even saved her life.

But a corner of her heart ached faintly. She forcefully suppressed this thought, pushed open the door, sat on the sofa opposite the bed, and asked a few questions about Lin Feng's recovery.

Shen Qianqian chimed in, saying that the doctor said during rounds today that she could be discharged in about ten days.

While Shen Qianqian was speaking, Ye Qinghan's gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng.

He leaned against the pillow, looking much better than when he was pulled from the river, his lips even had some color in them, but he had lost a bit of weight.

When she heard that she could be discharged in about ten days, the corners of her mouth curved up and she said that was great, she had been lying in bed for so long that she was almost getting moldy.

Ye Qinghan noticed that when he smiled, the corners of his eyes would slightly narrow; it was a very clean smile, without any deliberate effort.

She thought that Shen Qianqian's judgment was indeed good.

Besides Ye Qinghan, there has been a constant stream of visitors these past few days.

Shen Qianqian came every day. Her grandfather's health had stabilized a bit. She held Lin Feng's hand and talked a lot. She said that her grandfather's old cat had given birth to kittens again, that the aunt next door had introduced her to a summer internship, and that her mother seemed to be in a much better mood recently.

Su Mengya wasn't to be outdone, visiting every other day, each time bringing various soups made by Zhang Xiulan. She and Shen Qianqian bumped into each other twice in the hospital room.

When they first met, Shen Qianqian was sitting on the left side of the bed peeling an apple when Su Mengya pushed open the door and came in carrying a thermos. The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was inexplicably a little awkward.

Shen Qianqian spoke first, saying "Hello, Sister Mengya." Su Mengya smiled and said, "Qianqian, you're here too." Then she placed the thermos on the bedside table, unscrewed the lid, and said, "Auntie made some black chicken soup. Lin Feng should drink it while it's hot."

Shen Qianqian glanced at the dented apple in her hand and subtly pursed her lips.

I put the apple on the table, picked up another one and started peeling it. This time I peeled it very carefully, making the peel thin and intact.

Su Mengya picked up a soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and handed it to Lin Feng's mouth, saying, "You have an IV in your hand, don't move around. I'll feed you."

Under the watchful eyes of the two women, Raymond Lam finished his soup and ate his apple. The feeling was more indescribable than a knife wound to his chest.

He Qianwen also came.

She pushed her sunglasses up to her head as she entered, wearing a burgundy silk blouse and a black pencil skirt.

She walked in, her high heels clicking softly, and placed two boxes of bird's nest and a large bouquet of flowers on the coffee table. Then she pulled up a chair, sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and looked at Lin Feng.

"Your sister hasn't seen you for only a few days, and you've already gotten yourself into this state." Her tone was reproachful, but even more so, it was full of heartache.

She reached out and pinched Lin Feng's arm, saying he'd lost weight and that he definitely needed to go to her house to get some nourishment after he was discharged from the hospital.

After she finished speaking, she lowered her voice and leaned closer, saying in a voice only Lin Feng could hear, "Don't try to renege on the dinner you promised your sister last time." Lin Feng said, "No, no, don't worry, Sister He."

He Qianwen leaned back in her chair with satisfaction and picked up the medical records on the table to flip through them.

Yang Ru arrived in the afternoon.

She brought neither flowers nor fruit, only an envelope. After He Qianwen left, she sat down and placed the envelope on the bedside table.

Lin Feng asked her what it was, and she smiled but didn't answer, telling him to open it and take a look when he was free.

Lin Feng didn't refuse. He knew Yang Ru's temperament, and accepting the gift would make her feel better than refusing it.

Yang Ru sat on the edge of the bed without saying much, just watching him sit quietly for a while.

Before leaving, she thought for a moment, turned around, and said, "Come to my house for lessons once you've recovered." Without waiting for Lin Feng's reply, she pushed open the door and left.

After the other party left, Lin Feng opened the envelope. Inside were more than a dozen photos of Yang Ru, some in an S-type pose and others in a different style, the content of which was quite explicit…

Is it fully activated?