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

Lin Feng threw the brick aside, rolled off the skinny man, and sat on the ground, panting heavily.

My bare feet scraped off a layer of skin on the gravel ground, and my toes were full of mud and grass clippings.

Looking down at the motionless body lying beside him, a small patch of dark liquid slowly seeped into the gravel beneath his head.

A few minutes later, a flashlight beam shone from the direction of the unfinished building.

Ye Qinghan walked quickly along the path, her phone flashlight on. She was already dressed, and the hood of her hoodie was pulled up again to cover half of her face.

The light from the phone flashed across the skinny man on the ground, then across Lin Feng sitting next to him, panting, and then stopped.

"Are you alright?" Ye Qinghan squatted down, her phone light shining on Lin Feng's face.

His face was covered in sweat and dirt, and there was a little blood at the corner of his mouth; it was unclear whether it was his own or the skinny man's. There were several scratches on his shoulders and chest, inflicted by the skinny man's fingernails during the earlier struggle.

"It's okay. Let's see what he filmed first." Lin Feng wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and got up.

First, they found the camera that the skinny guy had thrown away in the bushes nearby, and then they took the phone out of the skinny guy's pocket.

The camera screen was still lit, but the battery was down to its last sliver. Opening the media library revealed it was filled with photos and videos taken over the past two weeks.

The earliest instance can be traced back to the day he met Ye Qinghan at the teahouse, followed by the scene of Ye Qinghan picking him up in her car at the entrance of the hot spring resort.

Next comes the blurry video from the hot spring room, filled with steam, and finally a video file that is nearly fifty minutes long.

That's the clip we just filmed.

Lin Feng fast-forwarded through the video and watched it once; his expression grew increasingly grim.

Ye Qinghan leaned closer to look at the screen, her face instantly turning pale. She shone her phone's flashlight on the camera screen, her lips moving several times before she could speak. "This...this captured everything?"

"I got it." Lin Feng deleted the video file and then took out the camera's memory card.

He placed the memory card on a flat rock next to him and picked up the broken brick from before, smashing it a few times.

The memory card broke into several pieces, which he picked up and smashed again until the fragments were as small as possible. Then he slammed the camera on the ground a few times; the casing cracked, the screen shattered, and he removed the battery and threw it into the nearby weeds.

"It's all ruined. The phone is password protected and can't be opened; it should still contain those photos taken with the flash."

Ye Qinghan looked at the shattered camera on the ground, then at the skinny man lying motionless.

Her fingers gripped the phone, trembling slightly. "How long did this person film? Did they film the hot spring resort incident too? I didn't even notice it while I was in the car, even though I turned off the lights... Where did my vigilance go? This is serious—"

Lin Feng pressed down on Ye Qinghan's hand that was gripping the phone, interrupting her. "Aunt Ye, calm down. He probably didn't have time to send it to anyone. You see, his phone has a password lock, which means he hasn't had time to unlock it and upload the video yet. Don't worry too much..."

Ye Qinghan looked into Lin Feng's eyes, and some color slowly returned to her pale face.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right."

Lin Feng squatted down and turned the skinny man over, reaching out to check his breathing. His fingers lingered under the skinny man's nostrils for a long time before he felt for the carotid artery in his neck.

He paused, then pressed a few different spots. He withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"She's not breathing. I hit her too hard; she might have suffered intracranial hemorrhage."

……

Lin Feng stood up and put the password-protected phone into his pocket. "I'll keep the phone for now. I need to find out who's following me. There might be records of their contact with their superior on the phone. But we'll have to get Sister Hong's help with the screen lock issue; she has some tech-savvy people working for her."

Looking at the skinny man lying on the ground with his head tilted to one side, she said, "As for this man's matter, I'll handle it. Aunt Ye, don't get involved. You drive home first, don't think about anything, don't do anything, just pretend nothing happened today. I'll hold the sky up if it falls."

Ye Qinghan opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing Lin Feng's eyes, she didn't know what to say. She was also very flustered.

Lin Feng walked to the side and dialed Sister Hong's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered, and Shangguan Jinghong's hoarse voice came from the other end: "Lin Feng? What's up so late?"

"Sister Hong, something's happened. I'm in the abandoned development zone in the south of the city. I'll send you the exact location now. There's a body that needs to be dealt with." Lin Feng's voice was low but steady.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Shangguan Jinghong said, "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Don't move."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng turned to look at Ye Qinghan. "Aunt Ye, you should drive back first. Sister Hong will be here soon, and I'll handle the rest with her. It's not appropriate for you to stay here; it'll be even more difficult to explain if someone comes."

Ye Qinghan stood still.

His expression was complex in the pale light of the phone's flashlight. His lips were tightly pressed together, and his fingers gripped the phone case so tightly they cracked.

Looking at Lin Feng, who was shirtless, with bloody cuts on his feet, and his face covered in mud and sweat, he took a step forward. "I'm not leaving. I dragged you into this, and I can't run away alone."

"Aunt Ye." Lin Feng placed his hands on Ye Qinghan's shoulders, looking into her brown eyes. His voice was low but every word was clear. "If you get involved in this matter and are implicated in any way, regardless of whether you can clear your name in the end, your career will be over. Some people are hoping for this to happen. If I handle it alone, at most I'll be dealing with people in the underworld. Sister Hong has experience with this kind of thing. But you're different. Staying here won't do us any good."

Ye Qinghan's jaw trembled slightly.

Then he raised his hand and gently touched the still-bleeding cut at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. "Take care of yourself. Call me anytime if anything happens, no matter how late."

Lin Feng nodded.