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

But Ye Qinghan didn't walk towards the Tank 300. Instead, he went directly to the inconspicuous black Volkswagen next to it and used the key to open the door.

Lin Feng also turned around from the Tank 300 side, opened the passenger door of the Volkswagen, and got in.

The black Volkswagen's taillights flashed briefly before it silently slid out of its parking space and headed towards the parking lot exit.

The skinny guy gripped the steering wheel with one hand and reached for his phone with the other to call the fat guy.

He stopped when his finger touched the phone screen.

There are two voices fighting in my head.

One voice said to call the fat man, and it would be safer for the two of them to go together; another voice said that if the 100,000 yuan was split between the two of them, each would get 50,000 yuan, but if one person kept it all, it would be 100,000 yuan.

The difference between 50,000 and 100,000 is double.

Moreover, I heard from Master Ma that as long as you can find evidence that the two people are indeed together, whether it is a photo or a video, you will be rewarded with 100,000 yuan in cash.

The fat guy is having a great time at the bar right now and might not be able to get over right away. By the time he arrives, those two might already be gone.

The skinny guy tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and started the car.

"Screw the fat guy," he thought. "I've been following him for so long, sleeping in the car and eating bread every day. I finally got this kind of opportunity, why should I share it with someone else?"

If Fatty were there, I'd have to explain to him for ages, what if we lost him? If he goes alone, even if he doesn't get any big scoops, he won't suffer any loss.

If he manages to win the bid, all 100,000 yuan will be his.

The black Volkswagen drove out of the parking lot and headed out of the city.

The skinny man followed at a distance, always maintaining a distance where he could see the taillights of the car in front but not too close.

There are fewer and fewer cars on the road, and the buildings on both sides are becoming increasingly sparse, replaced by patches of wasteland.

Finally, the black Volkswagen turned onto a small, unnamed road, with waist-high weeds and piles of abandoned bricks and stones on both sides.

The road was very narrow, barely wide enough for one vehicle to pass through, and the surface was full of potholes and gravel.

The skinny man dared not drive any further.

On this narrow road in the middle of nowhere, his headlights were particularly conspicuous in the darkness; if we continued to follow him, we would definitely be discovered.

He parked the Santana behind a dead tree next to the entrance of the side road, turned off the engine and headlights, picked up the camera and got out of the car.

He didn't know how far into the path he would go before seeing anyone, but he could vaguely see the outline of a dark building a few hundred meters ahead. It was dark and unlit, and probably an abandoned house.

The taillights of the black Volkswagen were moving in that direction when it stopped and went out.

The skinny man's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of his throat. He crouched low as he walked along the path, trying not to make a sound, as he went along with the weeds beside it.

The dry branches he stepped on occasionally made a slight cracking sound. Each time it sounded, he would stop, hold his breath, and wait a few seconds to make sure there was no movement around him before continuing forward.

When he got about fifty meters away from the building, he finally saw it clearly. It was an abandoned, unfinished building with only a concrete frame, no doors or windows, and the walls were covered with vines.

The black Volkswagen was parked on the concrete slab ground next to the unfinished building. The engine was off, all the lights were off, and only the interior reading light emitted a dim glow.

The light reflected through the tinted car windows created a blurry, warm yellow halo around the rear seats.

The skinny man found a spot where he could clearly see the side of the vehicle and crouched down. He didn't dare get too close, afraid of being spotted by the people inside.

Fortunately, the camera he had was a high-end one specially provided by Master Zuo, with night vision and optical zoom, so it could capture relatively clear images even in such dim lighting conditions.

Point the camera at the rear window of the Volkswagen and slowly rotate the focus ring. Two blurry figures first appear in the lens, then become clearer.

at the same time.

Lin Feng and Ye Qinghan were passionately kissing in the back row.

Ye Qinghan had taken off her mask, and even the hood of her hoodie had been pulled back over her head.

She cupped Lin Feng's face in her hands, pressed her lips to his, and the gentle caress turned into an urgent need.

Lin Feng ran one hand through her hair and the other hand rubbed her back up and down.

Although the image was a bit dark due to the car window glass and dark tint, the facial contours of the two people and their kissing action were captured clearly.

The skinny man held his breath and pressed the record button. A red record icon popped up on the camera screen, and the timer started.

He was so overjoyed that he almost burst out laughing.

After watching for so long, he finally caught me!

Inside the car, Ye Qinghan's lips moved away from Lin Feng's mouth and kissed his earlobe along his jawline.

A warm breath brushed against Lin Feng's ear, his voice low and urgent, carrying the urgency of someone finally finding an outlet after suppressing their emotions for so long. "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow to the provincial capital for a five-day closed-door work conference for the entire public security system. I really can't bear not seeing you for five days."

Lin Feng moved his fingers away from her back and onto her thigh. Through the thin fabric of her black sweatpants, he could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing and relaxing slightly in his palm.

His fingers slowly moved upwards along the outside of her thigh, the fingertips touching the outline of her hip bone, then stopped there, his thumb gently circling the protruding part of the hip bone. "We'll see each other again when I get back from my business trip, right? Five days will pass quickly."

"What's fast for you isn't for me." Ye Qinghan buried her face in his neck, her lips pressed against his skin, her voice muffled. "Do you know how I've been these past few days? Besides work and Shen Qianqian, you're all I can think about. When I see my phone screen light up during a meeting, my first thought is, 'Is this a message from you?' This feeling is unbearable. I really can't do anything about you. This is probably what people mean when they say I owed you from a past life. That time at the hot spring, if someone hadn't come in, I would have..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but conveyed what she meant through her actions.

He straightened up, grabbed the hem of the hoodie with both hands, and pulled it off over his head.

The hoodie was tossed on the passenger seat. Underneath, she wore a black lace bra, strapless, with only a thin layer of lace fabric covering her two full breasts. The deep cleavage that was squeezed out looked even more profound in the dim light inside the car.

Her shoulders and collarbone gleamed with a delicate sheen in the warm light of the reading lamp, and there was a faint mark on her shoulder—the zipper of her hoodie from earlier.

She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, and black lace slid down from her chest and bunched up at her waist.

Her fair skin below her collarbone almost glowed in the darkness. Lin Feng's gaze moved down her face, past her neck, past her collarbone; her skin was so smooth that even the finest downy hairs were invisible.

Lin Feng placed his hand on hers, and Ye Qinghan tilted her head back, letting out a long, soft groan.

Leaning back against the car door, he thrust his chest forward, responding to Lin Feng's hand movements.

He murmured, "Let me be your woman!"