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

In case that woman comes out to meet someone in the middle of the night, or if she arranges to meet Lin Feng at some secret location, he will have firsthand information by keeping watch here.

After parking the car, the skinny guy went to a nearby convenience store and bought two loaves of bread, a pack of sausages, and a bottle of mineral water.

Back in the car, I rolled down the window a crack, lit a cigarette, and while scrolling through short videos, I would occasionally glance up at the mall entrance and the Tank 300.

In the short video, an internet celebrity was dancing energetically, the background music making his phone speaker buzz loudly. He swiped to see the next one, and there was another beautiful woman doing a mukbang, her mouth stuffed full as she made a heart shape with her hands towards the camera.

The skinny guy spat and put his phone face down on his knee, thinking to himself, "I'm squatting in my car eating bread, while you guys are living a comfortable life."

Meanwhile, Lin Feng and Shen Qianqian were having a great time strolling around the China World Trade Center.

Shen Qianqian's outfit today was indeed much bolder than usual.

She wore a light blue low-cut tank top. The neckline wasn't too low, but because of the fullness of her breasts, the fabric was stretched out, and the edges of the neckline curled up slightly, revealing a small patch of fair skin below her collarbone and a faint cleavage.

The thin straps of her halter top hung on her collarbone, swaying gently with her steps. She wore a white pleated mini-skirt, the hem of which reached just to mid-thigh, revealing two long, gleaming white legs beneath the skirt, clad in white canvas shoes.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she wore the pair of silver kitten earrings that Raymond Lam had given her last time.

She walked arm in arm with Lin Feng among the rows of shops, the hem of her pleated skirt gently slapping against her thighs with each step.

As she passed a full-length mirror, she stopped, turned to look at herself, and then looked up at Lin Feng. "Does it look good? I bought this last week when I went shopping with Mengya. She said it looks good on me."

"Beautiful." Lin Feng's gaze shifted from the shallow cleavage at her neckline to her eyes. "But when did you and Sister Mengya become so close?"

"After we bumped into each other at the hospital last time, she added me on WeChat and said we should go shopping together sometime. We went to the mall twice last week, and she even picked out several outfits for me." Shen Qianqian paused here, a small smile curving her lips. "Mengya is a really nice person. It's just that she always asks about you whenever we go shopping."

"What do you want to ask me?"

"She asked if you've been eating properly lately, if you've been staying up late, and if you've gotten into any fights again." Shen Qianqian reached out and turned up his collar, gently tracing his collarbone with her fingers. "She also said you've always been a troublemaker since you were little, and told me to keep a closer eye on you."

Lin Feng imagined Su Mengya and Shen Qianqian sitting in a milk tea shop, seriously discussing how to manage him, and found it both funny and a bit of a headache.

Shen Qianqian pulled him into a women's clothing store and picked out two light autumn jackets and a pair of jeans. They then went to a shoe store and bought a pair of sneakers.

Lin Feng carried her shopping bags. As she walked ahead, she suddenly turned around and walked backwards, facing Lin Feng, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Do you have any money on you?

"Yes. What's wrong?"

"I just saw a claw machine, and they just got a new batch of cat plushies. I want the white one." She pointed to the arcade area not far away.

The glass cabinet of the claw machine was piled with dozens of cat plush toys of different colors. The white one was pressed at the bottom, with only half of its head and one ear showing.

Lin Feng placed the shopping bag on the bench next to him and exchanged it for twenty coins.

The first coin went down, and the paw wobbled as it grabbed the white cat's tail, but slipped halfway up.

Shen Qianqian exclaimed "Ouch!" from the side, her fingers gripping the hem of the suspender dress.

The second coin was caught by a claw on the cat's belly, lifted into the air, and then dropped.

The third coin, with its claws, grabbed the cat's neck, lifted it steadily, and released it above the exit, letting the white cat roll out of the exit.

Shen Qianqian bent down, took the cat out of the retrieval slot, hugged it in her arms, and tiptoed to kiss Lin Feng on the corner of his mouth.

Her lips smelled slightly sweet from strawberry lip balm. "You can grab it on the third coin? Have you practiced?"

"Good luck."

Shen Qianqian turned the cat over to look at the tag, then poked the cat's nose with her finger. "From now on, this cat will stay in your dorm. Every time you see it, you have to think of me."

Lin Feng wanted to say that he spent more time living outside than in the dorm, but seeing Shen Qianqian's serious expression, he swallowed his words. "Okay. But there are no beds available in my dorm."

"Then I'll leave it at your place." Shen Qianqian hugged the cat back into her arms. "Anyway, your mom told me last time I saw her that I should come over to play often."

The two played basketball and whack-a-mole games in the arcade for a while. Shen Qianqian's shooting form was awkward; the ball would bounce off the backboard nine times out of ten. Lin Feng helped her retrieve the ball, but she only made her shots more and more off-target.

Finally, she simply stopped throwing and stood aside watching Lin Feng hit more than twenty balls in a row, while the machine beeped and spat out lottery tickets.

"Have you been secretly practicing this?"

"No. I just have good hand-eye coordination."

Shen Qianqian snorted and rolled up the lottery ticket she spat out, stuffing it into her small handbag.

These tickets can be redeemed for prizes at the service desk; the most expensive is a tablet computer, which requires 20,000 tickets.

The roll of tickets in her hand probably contained only about a hundred, not even enough to buy a keychain. But she still carefully rolled up the tickets and zipped up her handbag.

Around 10 p.m., the shopping center started broadcasting its closing announcement.

Shen Qianqian took Lin Feng's arm and walked out of the mall. A long line of taxis was waiting to pick up passengers.

After getting into the car, she rested her head on Lin Feng's shoulder, holding the white cat in one arm and placing her other hand on his lap with his fingers intertwined.

The car stopped at the entrance of Ye Qinghan's residential complex. Lin Feng escorted Shen Qianqian downstairs, and the light from the streetlights shone through the leaves of the sycamore trees onto the two of them.

"School starts next Monday, have you packed everything?"

"Ready? How about you?"

"I don't have much to prepare," Lin Feng said. He meant it sincerely; his textbooks and notebooks were still tucked under his bed in the dormitory, covered in a layer of dust.

Shen Qianqian tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his lips.

With her eyes closed, she lightly touched Lin Feng's upper lip with the tip of her tongue, then withdrew, resting her forehead against his chin. "Message me when you get home."

"Okay. Go to sleep early."

Shen Qianqian let go of his hand and took a few steps toward the building entrance. When she reached the door, she glanced back at him, raised one of the white cat's paws in her arms, and then pushed the door open and went inside.

Lin Feng turned and walked out of the residential area. As he reached the parking lot entrance, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and saw a text message from Ye Qinghan, containing only one line: "Have you dropped Shen Qianqian off? If you have, go to the innermost row of the parking lot and find my black Volkswagen. Don't turn on your phone's flash."

After reading the text message, he put his phone back in his pocket and continued walking towards the parking lot without stopping.

He had seen this black Volkswagen twice before. It was Ye Qinghan's car for fieldwork, and the license plate was a regular civilian plate, not a police plate.

Across from the parking lot, in a Santana, the skinny guy had just finished his last sip of mineral water and was about to get out to pee in the nearby green belt.

The moment he opened the car door, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. Lin Feng was walking from the direction of the community gate, through the parking lot, and straight toward the black Tank 300.

The skinny man quickly shrank back into the car, half-closing the door, his heart pounding.

Didn't Raymond Lam leave after dropping off that girl? Why is he back?

Then he saw something that made his blood boil even faster.

Another woman walked out from the direction of the building entrance. She was wearing a dark hoodie with the hood pulled down low, covering most of her face, and she was also wearing a face mask.

Although you can't see their face clearly, their figure doesn't lie. The chest area of ​​their black hoodie is stretched bulging, and the exaggerated outline can't even be covered by the loose sports fabric.

He walks with his back very straight, and his steps are fast and steady. After watching him for so many days, the skinny guy could identify him just by his physique and walking posture.

This is Ye Qinghan.