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

After investigating for over an hour, nothing was found. Fire safety was up to standard, hygiene was in compliance, all technicians had health certificates and work permits, and even the background music volume was measured in decibels.

Section Chief Sun and his men left, leaving behind the words, "We've received a lot of complaints from the public lately, we'll be back."

The next day, two stores in the east of the city were also inspected. Then came the stores in the south and west of the city. Within a week, seven stores were raided three times.

They leave when they can't find the problem, then come back a few days later, going back and forth like flies that you can't get rid of.

After being repeatedly interrupted, customers naturally became less willing to come, and business visibly declined.

Lin Feng had Kui Zi inquire around, and the results came quickly: all the examinations were done by Zuo Ning.

The province's anti-drug and anti-prostitution campaign is still ongoing, and Zuo Ning's own gray-market business has shrunk to a crawl, but the people he knows are still around.

This time he changed his tactics. Instead of taking action or sending people to cause trouble, he used those small-time people who had taken favors from him to cause trouble every now and then, dragging down his normal business operations.

These petty tricks won't damage the dragon's scales at all, but they're incredibly disgusting.

Lin Feng sat in his office for a while before finally picking up his phone and calling Ye Qinghan.

The two agreed to meet at a teahouse across from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. When Ye Qinghan arrived, she was dressed casually in a dark blue knitted cardigan over a white crew-neck T-shirt, revealing her still very prominent bust, and khaki casual pants.

When she pushed the door open and came in, Lin Feng noticed that she looked a little tired and had a faint bluish tinge under her eyes.

The special campaign against organized crime and drugs is about to enter its second month, and she, the director of the municipal bureau, has hardly taken a single day off.

"Aunt Ye." Lin Feng stood up and pulled out a chair for her.

Ye Qinghan sat down, picked up the tea Lin Feng had poured for him, and took a sip. "I already know about the billiards hall incident. Someone from the North City District has indeed been making contact recently, asking us to increase inspections of your stores. The person making the contact isn't high-ranking, but I checked his resume; he used to work at the South City Branch."

"Can you handle this?"

Ye Qinghan put down the teacup and slowly circled her finger around the rim.

He paused for a moment before speaking, his voice a few decibels lower than before. "It can be handled, but it will take time. The provincial special operation is still ongoing, and all the people I have on hand are busy with anti-drug cases. For something as minor as this, going through the normal procedures to apply for a halt to excessive inspections would take two weeks just to complete the paperwork."

She pushed her teacup aside and looked up at Lin Feng. "I could make a call and use my position as bureau chief to put pressure on you. But I don't recommend it. Zuo Ning is just waiting for me to make a mistake. He's arranged so many inspections to provoke you. Once I give him any leverage, he'll immediately use his people to report it to the provincial level. Then it won't be a question of whether the billiard hall can stay open, it will be a question of whether I can keep my position."

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment. "Then let's change our approach. Zuo Ning can arrange inspections because he still has people willing to do things for him. If we cut off his hands and feet first, these little tricks will naturally stop."

Ye Qinghan looked at him. She understood Lin Feng's meaning, of course; as the director of the municipal bureau, he shouldn't have anything to do with such methods.

But when facing Lin Feng, she wavered time and time again. This happened while the two were having dinner, at a table not far from the restaurant.

A man wearing a baseball cap was secretly recording them with a miniature camera pointed directly at them.

Lin Feng and Ye Qinghan were completely unaware that a great crisis was about to unfold.

……

Meanwhile, in the penthouse suite of the Keda Hotel in the eastern part of Hehai City, the lights were dimmed.

Zuo Ning leaned back on the leather sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a wine glass in one hand and draping the other arm over the shoulder of a mature woman wearing a dark purple lace nightgown.

A video shot on a mobile phone was playing on the large screen in front of them. The video showed Ye Qinghan walking out of the Hehai City Public Security Bureau building and getting into a black sedan.

The scene shifts to the entrance of a teahouse, where the same woman pushes open the door and walks in. Through the window, you can vaguely see her sitting down in a seat further inside, with a young man sitting opposite her.

The video ends there; the rest is blocked by the blinds in the teahouse window.

There was no physical contact or ambiguous gestures. The two sat across the table and talked, maintaining a normal social distance throughout.

There are also other scenes of two people chatting, which are basically the same.

"That's all?" Zuo Ning swirled the wine glass, the amber liquid clinging to the glass with a thin layer of tear stains.

A lean man standing next to the sofa nodded, bowing slightly. "Brother Ning, we've taken all the photos we could. They're very careful when they meet; they always do it in public places, and for very short periods."

"Keep following them. I don't believe they can hide it so well every time." He rewound the video and replayed it, freezing the scene where Lin Feng pulled out a chair for Ye Qinghan. "Look at this action, an ordinary college student pulling out a chair for the city bureau chief, and the way they acted so naturally, it means they're very familiar with each other. There's definitely something going on between them; it can't just be official business. Collect all the evidence and use it when it matters most."

He waved his hand, and the lean man tactfully withdrew.

Zuo Ning placed the wine glass on the coffee table next to him and put both hands inside the woman's nightgown.

The woman let out a soft gasp and rested her head on his shoulder. Her fingers moved slowly over his warm, smooth skin, but her mind was still racing with the events of the day.

Ye Qinghan is too difficult to deal with. He is stubborn and doesn't respond to either soft or hard approaches. He also has a powerful background, with the mayor's eldest son as his backer.

While it could shield him from some of the storms, it also repeatedly reminded him not to confront Ye Qinghan directly. Shen Ping of the Jiangbei Provincial Public Security Bureau was Ye Qinghan's husband's older brother; to harm her was tantamount to harming the entire Liang family.

Furthermore, given the lingering influence of Old Master Ye, a direct confrontation is not an option for the time being.

Therefore, we can't approach it head-on; we can only grind it from the side.

First, ruin that kid named Lin Feng's reputation, then follow the clues to expose Ye Qinghan's misconduct. At that point, even Shen Ping won't be able to speak up for her.

This path, though slower, is much safer.

Thinking of this, Zuo Ning picked up the woman in his arms and carried her to the bedside, where he threw her onto the bed.

The woman gasped as her purple nightgown billowed up under the light, revealing two pale, white thighs.

He quickly sank into the mattress, letting out a long groan.

As Zuo Ning pressed down, he was still calculating in his mind: 24 hours a day, without interruption, he had to keep an eye on it every minute and every second.

No one can go through life without making mistakes. The day that kid surnamed Lin makes a mistake will be the time for him to close the net.