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

The waiter finally realized he had been standing for too long. He took a step back and put on a smile again. "Okay, sir, I'll come back in half an hour. Please enjoy your meal." He left the food cart outside the bamboo curtain and walked backwards out.

After the bamboo curtain was lowered again, Lin Feng looked down at the water.

She bent down, picked up a towel from the lounge chair, wrapped it around herself, and then turned to look at Lin Feng, who was still soaking in the water. "Let's call it a day. That waiter was a bit strange. This place is by appointment only, and we didn't call for service, so it's unusual that he came over on his own. Maybe I'm just overthinking it, since the rules here are pretty strict."

Lin Feng also got out of the pool, grabbed another towel and dried himself off. He walked to the bamboo curtain, lifted it a crack, and peeked out.

The corridor was empty; the waiter's figure had already disappeared around the corner of the bamboo grove.

"Should I have Kui Zi investigate this person's background?"

"No need. Maybe it's just my professional instincts kicking in, I'm being a bit paranoid. Let's be more careful when we meet these days." She bent down to take off her swimsuit, put it back on, and stood by the hot spring pool, drying her wet hair with a towel. "Let's go, I'll go pay the bill. You go out through the side door, just like you came in, I'll wait for you at the intersection."

Lin Feng nodded, changed his clothes, walked out through the side door, and followed the stone path through the bamboo forest back to the parking lot.

Meanwhile, in the Santana outside the hot spring resort, Master Ma had already taken off his waiter's uniform and sat back in the passenger seat.

He took the hidden camera out of his chest pocket and looked through the footage he had just recorded. It was all footage of Lin Feng alone in the pool, with steam rising from the surface. He couldn't see anything else clearly.

"Damn it, the woman isn't in the pool," Ma cursed. "We just took a picture of a man soaking in a hot spring alone. What's the point of taking it back? Zuo will curse us to death if he sees this kind of photo."

"So what do we do now?"

"Let's go back first. Tell Master Zuo that the woman is too good at counter-surveillance; she hid as soon as she saw us go in. You guys keep an eye on her; I don't believe it."

Master Ma drove off first, leaving the fat man and the thin man in the car.

The car window was rolled down halfway, and the evening breeze blew in, carrying the fresh scent of bamboo leaves.

The fat man adjusted his seat back, half-reclined, with his legs propped up on the dashboard, his worn-out sneakers almost touching the windshield.

He pulled out half a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth, and then pressed the lighter several times before it finally lit.

"Do you think that kid surnamed Lin saved the galaxy in his past life?" The fat man exhaled a puff of smoke, squinting at the bamboo forest. "A lousy yoga instructor, and in a few months, he opened a billiards hall, started a logistics company, and the women around him are all incredibly hot. We've been watching him for so many days, and any woman he's been seeing would turn heads on the street. It's fucking infuriating to compare yourself to others."

The skinny guy didn't reply.

He was looking down at the footage from today on the camera, fast-forwarding through it all, his brow furrowing more and more as he watched.

In the footage, Raymond Lam is standing at the intersection waiting for a car. Tank 300 drives up, Raymond Lam gets in, Tank 300 drives away, enters the bamboo forest, and then there are those steamy, blurry scenes that were just filmed in the hot spring room.

Ye Qinghan only showed half of her profile from beginning to end; there were no photos of them bathing together, not even a single shot of the two of them together.

"Stop complaining. Fatty, go to the back and take a nap. Your eyes are practically closing. Those two will definitely come out after their hot spring bath. I'll keep an eye on them from here. I'll call you if anything happens."

"Okay, I'll take a nap first. Call me if you need anything." The fat man flicked the cigarette butt out the car window, and the cigarette butt bounced twice on the stone pavement before rolling into the roadside bushes.

He climbed from the front row to the back seat, pulled one of the two thin blankets piled up in the back row over himself, and put a cervical pillow under his head. Within two minutes, he was snoring.

The skinny man adjusted his seat to the most comfortable angle and stared intently at the stone path leading out of the bamboo forest.

I was actually a little annoyed. I was eating and sleeping in the car every day, and I hadn't changed my clothes for several days. My armpits and collar were full of sweat.

But Master Zuo said that everyone would receive a reward of 100,000 yuan if they could take usable photos. For a low-level henchman like him, 100,000 yuan was enough to make a down payment on a house in his hometown county.

After waiting for about forty minutes, the black Tank 300 finally drove out of the bamboo forest.

The skinny man quickly sat up straight, picked up the camera, and aimed it at the intersection. As Tank 300 passed in front of him, he could clearly see Ye Qinghan in the driver's seat and Lin Feng in the passenger seat through the windshield.

Both of them were sitting normally, dressed neatly, and did not make any suspicious moves.

But the skinny man noticed that Ye Qinghan's hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders, indicating that she had just come out of the hot spring not long ago.

"He's out, he's out." The skinny guy nudged the fat guy in the back row with his elbow, but the fat guy was snoring loudly and didn't react at all.

The skinny guy cursed "pig" and started his car, following after them from a distance.

After entering the city, Tank 300 turned into an upscale residential area. The skinny man recognized the place; it was marked as Ye Qinghan's residence in the previous records.

He stopped the car on the roadside across from the residential area and turned it off.

A short while later, Lin Feng was seen walking out of the community gate. He stood at the gate for less than two minutes when a taxi stopped in front of him. He opened the car door and got into the back seat.

When the taxi started moving again, the skinny man saw that there was another girl in the car.

She had a baby face and glowing white skin. She wore a light blue low-cut tank top. Although her chest wasn't as exaggerated as Ye Qinghan's, it was still quite eye-catching for her age.

The two sat together, the girl resting her head on Lin Feng's shoulder, their fingers intertwined.

The skinny guy took out his phone, snapped a picture, and sent it to the fat guy with the message: "This kid's changed again."

A few minutes later, the fat guy got up from the back seat, rubbed his eyes, looked at his phone screen, and then cursed, "Holy crap! How many is this? Is his luck with women on another level? I've been single for thirty-two years and haven't even had a girlfriend, and this guy changes one every day?"

"Who knows?" The skinny guy put the camera on his lap and stretched his stiff neck. "Fatty, you go find an internet cafe or bar nearby. These two are probably just going to stroll around and have dinner tonight, nothing too juicy to dig up. I'll keep an eye on things here myself."

The fat man thought about it and agreed. "Okay, I'll go find a bar on that street ahead and stay the night. If this woman leaves and you can't keep up with her on your own, call me." He opened the car door, got out, tossed the thin blanket onto the back seat, and strode across the street.

The skinny man started his car and parked it in a ground-level parking lot in another city. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black Tank 300 parked at the other end of the parking lot.

It must have been Ye Qinghan who parked here after driving it back. The skinny guy thought for a moment, then moved the car to a parking space diagonally opposite the Tank 300, thinking that if that woman came out again at night, this angle would be perfect for taking a picture of the driver's seat.

Although the probability is small, what if it happens?