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

Lin Feng was a little unaccustomed to being cared for by so many people all at once.

In the past, when he was sick, Zhang Xiulan would take care of him at his bedside, and Aunt Su would come over to help.

People are coming and going in the ward all day long, and the visitor registration book at the nurses' station is full of pages.

Shen Qianqian later went back to stay with her grandfather.

Before leaving, she held Lin Feng's hand and told him to get well soon and come visit her. Lin Feng said he definitely would.

While He Qianwen was there, Lin Feng brought up Su Mengya's job situation, saying that an older sister he grew up with had recently resigned due to family issues and now needed a job, and asked if she had any suitable positions available.

After listening to him, He Qianwen asked, "What did your older sister do before?" Lin Feng said she worked as an accountant at a cosmetics company. She was very diligent, but the company wasn't doing well.

He Qianwen nodded and said it was no problem. She was told to report to the HR department of Tianlong Group tomorrow for an administrative position with a higher monthly salary and no probation period.

Lin Feng was surprised that she agreed so readily. He Qianwen stood up, straightened the hem of her pencil skirt, and said, "If Lin Feng asks for it, how could I refuse?"

The next day, Su Mengya reported to Tianlong Group. When she walked into the company building wearing her newly bought business attire, she could hardly believe it.

After giving her name at the front desk, she was led directly to the administration department's office. The supervisor politely said that General Manager He had already instructed her that she would be the assistant to the head of the administration department starting today.

Su Mengya sat at her desk, looking down at the brand-new employee badge on the table, her eyes welling up with tears.

Ye Qinghan's foot injury has almost healed. In the past two days, she has been able to walk on her own without crutches. Her ankle still aches a little when she walks fast, but it's not a big problem.

The bureau's car picks her up every morning and evening to handle her work, and she has temporarily moved her office to the first floor of the municipal bureau to save herself from climbing stairs.

The investigation is ongoing. Although Shen Yu is dead, the technical department has uncovered several downstream contacts through his mobile phone call records and bank transfer records, and they are arresting them one by one.

Although the mastermind behind it has not yet been found, the criminal gangs in the entire Hehai City have been effectively suppressed under the iron-fisted investigation by the provincial department.

Liang Ping declared that he would eradicate all drug-related networks in the province within three months, and anyone who dared to defy the order would be dealt with to the fullest extent of the law.

Under these circumstances, those who originally intended to take action against Ye Qinghan temporarily backed down, since no one wanted to walk into the line of fire at this time.

Zhou Mei also visited Raymond Lam once.

She came all the way from Qingyuan. When she entered, she was carrying two large bags of fruit. She was wearing a light blue knitted short-sleeved shirt and white trousers. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and her makeup was very light, but her eye makeup couldn't hide the puffiness on her eyelids.

When she got to the bedside, she saw Lin Feng leaning against the pillow, his chest wrapped in bandages, and an IV drip in the back of his hand. She put the bag down by the bed and started crying.

It wasn't the kind of silent tears; it was crying out loud with your face covered, your shoulders shaking.

Lin Feng reached out and gently took her wrist, saying, "It's alright, you'll be able to get out of bed in a few more days."

Zhou Mei cried for a while before she calmed down. She wiped the tears from her face with her fingers, opened the bag of fruit, and said, "Which one do you like? I want to be good to you for the rest of my life."

Lin Feng knew she was genuinely terrified.

Later, Lin Feng's condition improved, and he was able to sit up in bed on his own and get out of bed to walk slowly around the ward while holding onto the wall.

The women who had been taking care of him had finally settled down to their own things, and Ye Qinghan was the one who came over most frequently each day.

After my ankle healed, I would come upstairs to sit for a while every evening after get off work.

Sometimes I would sit on the sofa with documents in hand and review them, occasionally looking up to chat with Lin Feng for a few minutes. The topics were very casual—trivial matters in the bureau, embarrassing things that happened to Qianqian when she was a child, which takeout restaurant was delicious, and which green plants were easy to grow.

Lin Feng found that chatting with Ye Qinghan was particularly easy; he didn't need to deliberately find topics to talk about, nor did he need to worry about saying the wrong thing.

That evening, after getting off work, Ye Qinghan did not go straight home, but came to the ward as usual.

He was carrying two boxed meals, saying he bought them from a new restaurant next to the hospital. He said the pork ribs there were stewed until very tender, which was suitable for patients.

Lin Feng took the lunchbox, his fingers accidentally brushing against Ye Qinghan's. She flinched slightly, then casually sat down on the sofa next to him.

After finishing his meal, Lin Feng slowly walked to the sofa, supporting himself against the wall, and sat down opposite Ye Qinghan.

The nurses have just finished their rounds; usually, no one else comes after this time. Ye Qinghan is being discharged tomorrow.

He closed the lid of the empty lunchbox and threw it into the trash can. He shifted his position on the sofa and then spoke, saying, "Lin Feng, Auntie will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Lin Feng said he had heard about it and congratulated Aunt Ye. Ye Qinghan shook her head, smiled, and leaned back on the sofa armrest, looking at Lin Feng.

The soft lighting in the ward blurred the fine lines around her eyes, making her look much younger than usual.

She suddenly spoke, her voice a few decibels lower than before. "Xiao Lin, actually, Auntie has always wanted to ask you—what were you thinking when you stood in front of me?"

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, scratched the back of his head, and said he hadn't been thinking about anything, it was just a subconscious reaction. Ye Qinghan looked at him, her eyes seeming to be waiting for him to continue.

Lin Feng thought for a moment and then said that he just felt he couldn't let that knife stab you, and he didn't think much else about it.

Ye Qinghan remained silent for a long time.

Shifting their gaze from Lin Feng, they placed it on the pot of jasmine on the coffee table. One jasmine flower had bloomed, its white petals appearing very clean under the light.

Then she spoke again. "When you took the knife for me, I was thinking—if this boy can be safe and sound, I'll grant him any request he makes."

She chuckled again after she finished speaking, "Auntie is being discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and I have a ton of things to do at the bureau. If you don't bring it up now," she turned her head and said in a half-joking tone, "you'll miss your chance."

Lin Feng scratched his head and said he really didn't know what to mention; it was enough that Aunt Ye was safe and sound.

When Ye Qinghan heard him say that, her heart felt like it had been clenched by something.

Originally, he just wanted to express his gratitude in this way, but the more Lin Feng refused to accept anything, the more he felt bad.

He deliberately spoke in a serious tone and said no, you have to suggest one.

Lin Feng's gaze involuntarily shifted less than an inch downwards—falling on Ye Qinghan's chest—before he immediately snapped away and looked back at the jasmine plant on the coffee table, his ears turning red again.

He cleared his throat and asked if he could have a hug, just a hug.

Ye Qinghan was stunned for a moment.

I didn't expect Lin Feng to make this request.