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

He looked her up and down, his gaze slowly sliding from the cleavage of her deep V-neck to her slender waist tied with an apron, and then from her waist to her calves encased in stockings.

He licked his lips. "Teacher Luo, I'm a man of my word, you know what I'm thinking. The 500,000 yuan your father owes me is wiped clean. I'll give you another 500,000 yuan as a betrothal gift. You won't lose out if you marry me."

Lin Feng took half a step forward, blocking Luo Ruoxi's path. He was more than half a head taller than Master Lu, looking down at the man with a face full of acne scars, his tone flat. "Master Lu, right? I'm Sister Hong's man."

Master Lu took half a step back, his heel hitting the threshold.

Looking Lin Feng up and down again—Sister Hong, is that Shangguan Jinghong from Xicheng? The one from Bai Jinhai?

Lin Feng was right. Master Lu, who was in the underworld, should know this too. Master Lu's expression changed several times. He dangled the gold chain around his neck and finally let out a cold laugh.

He said that since you are Sister Hong's person, he will not make things difficult for you today, but Luo Ruoxi's matter has nothing to do with you. This is written down in black and white with Luo's father's fingerprint on it, so even if the King of Heaven himself comes, he will still be in the right.

Unfold the crumpled piece of paper in your hand; the words on it are crooked and scraggly, and there is indeed a red fingerprint pressed in the lower right corner.

Lin Feng glanced at the piece of paper. "What era is this? A contract of servitude is still useful? If you take this paper to court, do you think the judge will rule in your favor?"

Master Lu's expression changed. "Kid, don't push your luck. You're Sister Hong's man, so I won't touch you. But if you keep meddling, don't blame me for disregarding the rules of the underworld."

He shook his head, the fat on his neck jiggling. "I've been eyeing this woman for years. Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he wouldn't be able to take her from me."

"What if I don't?" Lin Feng reached out and blocked Luo Ruoxi's way, which made her feel very safe.

Seeing this, Master Lu stopped caring and prepared to call people up.

Just then, police sirens sounded downstairs. Not just one car, but at least two or three. The sirens grew louder as they approached, and soon came to a stop downstairs.

The red and blue police lights flashed through the window glass, casting alternating light and shadow on the living room walls.

Master Lu's expression changed.

He abruptly turned to Lin Feng, his eyes wide. "You little brat, you dare call the police?" He finished with a sneer, his face contorting with menacing masculinity. "Go ahead and call. I know people in the station. You'll be in jail soon!"

He then took out his phone, dialed a number, and it was answered after two rings.

He deliberately turned on the speakerphone so the whole living room could hear. A man's voice came from the other end, sounding a little impatient: "What is it now?"

"Wang Feng, it's me, your brother-in-law. Some kid here called the police, and someone's coming over soon. If you know him, tell them." Master Lu's tone was clearly smug as he glanced at Lin Feng. "By the way, I got a new batch of goods."

Wang Feng was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, then said, "Don't hang up. I'll talk to them when they get here."

Mr. Lu put his phone on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and let the gold chain dangle around his neck.

Looking at Lin Feng, a crooked smile appeared on his face. Despite his unattractive appearance, he had a beautiful younger sister who married Wang Feng a couple of years ago.

He then slowly gained some traction, saying, "Kid, did you hear that? Wang Feng, the captain of the North City Branch, that's my brother-in-law. That's what you call having connections in the government. Your so-called Sister Hong won't get you anywhere with me."

Luo Ruoxi stood behind Lin Feng, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of his shirt. Her fingertips were cold, the chill seeping through the fabric of his T-shirt to Lin Feng's lower back.

He lowered his voice and said, "Lin Feng, Wang Feng is indeed the captain of the North City Branch. I've heard people say that before. Lu Hao has been able to stay in the North City for so many years because of his brother-in-law's protection."

Lin Feng remained silent.

He put his hands behind his back, gently patted the hand that Luo Ruoxi was holding his clothes, and then continued to lean against the sofa armrest, his expression calm.

Soon, four police officers in uniform came up the stairwell. The one in the lead was a man in his early thirties with a crew cut, a belt around his waist, and a walkie-talkie in his hand.

He walked into the living room, glanced around, his gaze lingering on Master Lu for a moment, then at Luo's father slumped on the sofa, and finally settled on Lin Feng. "Who called the police?"

Mr. Lu picked up his phone from the coffee table and said into the speakerphone, "Wang Feng, the person has arrived."

Wang Feng cleared his throat on the other end of the phone, his voice coming through the speakerphone with an official tone: "I'm Wang Feng, the captain of the North City Branch. This Lu Hao is my brother-in-law. There's been a misunderstanding at home, nothing serious. You can handle it as you see fit, just don't make a big deal out of it."

That was said very skillfully.

There was no direct order to release the people, but the phrases "handle it as you see fit" and "it's not a big deal" together made the meaning crystal clear.

The lead policeman with the crew cut visibly changed expression upon hearing Wang Feng's voice. He glanced at Master Lu, then at Lin Feng, and opened his mouth as if to say something.

Another person walked in through the door.

It was a woman, wearing a dark blue police uniform with the epaulets of a third-level police inspector on her shoulders. The top button of her police shirt was fastened, but because of her large chest, the fabric was stretched and pulled open to the sides, with the gaps between the buttons slightly open.

His hair was combed meticulously, and his expression was as cold as ice.

When Master Lu saw the woman walk in, his eyes lit up. His gaze lingered on her full breasts, which were covered by her police uniform, like a fly's, staring at them intently for a few moments before licking his lips.

He thought to himself that this woman was a real stunner; he wondered which department she worked for, and would have Wang Feng inquire about it later. He stood up, put on a smile, and was about to start a conversation to get closer to her.

Ye Qinghan's gaze swept across his face, her eyes looking at him as if he were a cockroach.

Then she looked down at the phone on the coffee table, still on speakerphone, and spoke calmly, "Wang Feng, right? Who gave you the audacity to plead for a criminal suspect?"

There was a silence on the other end of the phone for about two seconds.

Then Wang Feng's voice came out, his tone had changed from official jargon to impatience.

Not immediately recognizing the voice, and not wanting to lose face in front of his brother-in-law, he forced a reply: "Who are you? Let me tell you, this is under the jurisdiction of our branch office, you don't need to worry about it."

Ye Qinghan's eyes narrowed slightly. She

In an extremely calm tone, he pronounced his name, word by word: "Ye Qinghan from the Municipal Bureau."