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

The voice of Manager Liu on the other end of the phone immediately lowered, carrying a hint of cautious flattery: "It's alright, it's alright, thanks to you. What brought Boss Zuo here today?"

"I need your help with a small matter." Zuo Ning rose from the recliner and strolled to the French windows, his tone casual. "This afternoon, two guests came to your club, a man and a woman. The woman's surname is Ye, and they drove a Tank 300. I need to know which private room they're in right now. Also—" He paused, his voice gaining a firm, unyielding edge, "I need you to send someone in, disguised as a waiter, with a hidden camera. They don't need to stay long, just take a few photos and leave. Just cooperate; ten minutes should be enough."

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, Manager Liu finally spoke, his voice filled with difficulty: "Boss Zuo, this... this isn't quite in accordance with the rules, is it? Our club's membership information is strictly confidential. If a customer finds out, I'll lose my job."

Zuo Ning leaned back in her recliner, picked up the red wine from the coffee table beside her, took a sip, and spoke slowly, yet with a chilling threat: "Manager Liu, your son's car accident last year, it shouldn't be completely resolved yet, right? If I remember correctly, your son is still alive and well. The case is still on the traffic police's file, and if someone digs it up again for a thorough investigation..."

He deliberately withdrew the second half of his sentence, and the breathing on the other end of the phone became noticeably heavier.

"Boss Zuo, we agreed on that matter back then..." Manager Liu's voice was already trembling.

"I don't mean anything by it, I'm just reminding you that friends should help each other out. If you handle this well, I guarantee no one will bring up this case again. Also, I have some money here as a token of my gratitude. You can decide for yourself what to do."

There was a dead silence for about ten seconds on the other end of the phone, then Manager Liu's voice deflated like a punctured balloon, carrying a sense of resigned helplessness: "Ten minutes. If it exceeds ten minutes, regardless of whether your people have taken any pictures or not, they have to leave."

"Okay. You wait, my people will be here soon." Zuo Ning hung up the phone and casually tossed it to Ma Ye next to him. "You go there yourself. The supervisor will cooperate with you and prepare a waiter's uniform and a food cart for you. Be careful once you're inside. If you don't find an opportunity, leave immediately. Don't give yourself away. This woman is the head of the Public Security Bureau; she's very vigilant."

Mr. Ma took the phone, nodded, turned around, and quickly walked out of the pool area.

Meanwhile, deep within the bamboo forest of Zhuxi Hot Spring, Lin Feng and Ye Qinghan were completely unaware of the quietly approaching scheme.

Zhuxi Hot Spring is not large in scale, but it exudes understated luxury in every aspect. The stone path winds through the bamboo forest, and every ten meters or so there is a copper wall lamp. The warm light shines through the bamboo leaves and filters into a ground full of fine dappled light.

Each hot spring room is an independent courtyard, with white walls and gray tiles surrounding a private space. The courtyard is paved with bluestone slabs, and in the center is a hot spring pool with natural rock edging, the water steaming gently.

Outside the courtyard wall is a dense bamboo forest, so quiet that apart from the sound of the wind and the occasional birdsong, there is no other sound, making it as peaceful as a paradise.

Lin Feng changed into a pair of black boxer shorts and walked out of the men's changing room. He stepped barefoot on the cool bluestone slabs, and the steaming hot spring air, carrying the moist scent of grass and trees, wafted towards him.

I went down into the pool and leaned against the wall. The warm spring water reached my chest, and the fatigue accumulated from days of travel seemed to dissipate in the hot water.

At this moment, the bamboo curtain of the women's changing room was gently lifted.

The moment Ye Qinghan stepped out, Lin Feng's gaze involuntarily fixed on her.

She wore a dark green two-piece swimsuit, simple and elegant in style, which made her skin appear even whiter and more radiant, like the finest warm jade.

The waistline is neatly and smoothly defined, making her figure appear both upright and graceful. Her long hair is loosely draped over her shoulders, with natural curls at the ends.

She wasn't wearing makeup, yet her skin was in excellent condition; there were no fine lines around her eyes, and only a layer of clear lip balm on her lips, which shimmered softly in the warm light. A delicate silver chain around her neck, adorned with a small pearl, swayed gently with her steps, adding a touch of gentle grace.

Lin Feng swallowed unconsciously.

Thinking back to that time in the cave, in the darkness I could only sense her temperature and softness through touch. Now this person was standing right in front of me, and although she was covered by a swimsuit, it made my heart race even faster than in the dark.

Ye Qinghan walked to the edge of the pool and stretched out her foot to test the water temperature. Her ankles were slender, and the skin on the instep was fair, with faint blue veins visible.

She then slowly sank into the hot spring, sitting down against the pool wall less than an arm's length away from Lin Feng. The hot water reached her collarbone, and the dark green fabric floated gently in the water, her figure appearing and disappearing in the misty steam, adding to her hazy beauty.

"This place is nice," Lin Feng said, his voice a little dry.

Ye Qinghan turned her head to look at him, naturally noticing his gaze just now. A faint smile curved her lips, carrying an indescribable mix of mockery and understanding. "When I saw you at the intersection earlier, you were wearing that dress Shen Qianqian gave you, weren't you?"

Lin Feng nodded.

Ye Qinghan withdrew his gaze, looking at the rising steam from the water. His fingertips lightly traced the surface, creating ripples. "Actually, the reason I called you out today is that I've been feeling a bit unsettled lately. The anti-gang campaign has been going on for months, with case after case. We've received praise from above several times, saying the actions were effective and the results outstanding. But anyone in this position knows that the greater the achievements, the more people are watching you. Some people may be hiding and not daring to show their faces, but their underhanded tactics never stop."

Lin Feng watched the ripples created by her fingertips, and listened quietly without interrupting.

"I just wanted to talk to someone today." Ye Qinghan leaned her head against the edge of the pool, closed her eyes briefly, and spoke with a hint of weariness in her voice. "Lately, I haven't had anyone I can confide in. I can't talk about these things with Shen Qianqian at home, I'm afraid she'll worry. And I can't say anything at the Municipal Bureau either, everyone's watching you, waiting for you to make a decision." She opened her eyes, turned her head to look at Lin Feng, her gaze softening considerably. "After thinking it over, I feel most comfortable talking to you."

Lin Feng swam up behind her, raised his hand and gently placed it on the back of her neck. He located the Fengchi acupoint with his thumb and pressed down with moderate force.