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

Kui Zi nodded without saying anything more, simply drove the car to the Baijinhai underground parking lot, parked it, and handed the car keys to Lin Feng.

This Volkswagen was unremarkable; after the new license plate was installed, no one recognized it.

At 7:50 p.m., Lin Feng parked his car in the temporary parking area outside the airport arrival hall.

He was wearing a black baseball cap pulled low over his head, and a black face mask. He was also wearing a loose dark gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants, completely covered up, so he wouldn't be recognized even if he were photographed.

The engine was still running, the air conditioning was on, and he rested one hand on the steering wheel, looking towards the exit of the arrival hall.

At 8:10, Ye Qinghan walked out of the arrival hall.

The other person was dragging a small black suitcase and wearing fairly ordinary clothes, but their prominent chest still drew attention.

Her hair was tied in a low ponytail at the back of her head, and her makeup was much lighter than usual, with only a layer of clear lip balm on her lips.

She looked thinner than before she left, and the lines under her cheekbones were more pronounced. There were two very faint bluish patches under her eyelids, the kind of marks left by not sleeping well for several days in a row.

Lin Feng honked the horn.

Ye Qinghan looked over at the sound, recognized Lin Fengfa's license plate number, and quickly walked over, opened the passenger door, and got in.

After getting on the bus, I took off my coat, revealing a white short-sleeved shirt underneath, with the top two buttons fastened.

She glanced at Lin Feng, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just fastened her seatbelt, leaned back in her seat, and let out a long sigh.

Lin Feng started the car and drove away from the airport.

Neither of them spoke; the only sounds in the carriage were the hum of the air conditioning vents and the occasional honking of car horns from outside.

This silence wasn't an awkward, quiet silence, but rather a silence where neither of them knew where to begin, so they simply chose to remain still.

After driving for about twenty minutes, the car entered the airport expressway, and the streetlights on both sides formed two bright arcs that stretched into the distance in the night.

Ye Qinghan broke the silence, her voice slightly hoarse.

"This closed training program was extremely intensive. We had to get up at six every morning for morning exercises, three classes in the morning and two in the afternoon, and group discussions in the evening. The provincial department invited several experts from Beijing to give lectures, covering topics ranging from counter-terrorism emergency response to public opinion management. I was very active in class and took the best notes than anyone else, but as soon as I got back to my room, I felt empty. I don't know why, I've never felt this way before when I participated in this kind of training."

Lin Feng gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and didn't reply.

Ye Qinghan turned her head to look at him. His mask covered the lower half of his face, only revealing his eyes and forehead.

"This training also included a new task. The city will be conducting counter-terrorism drills starting next week, and I'm the main person in charge. The plan still needs to be coordinated with the city government, so I'll definitely be busy for a while."

Lin Feng nodded, and after a moment spoke. His voice, muffled behind his mask, was somewhat low. "The person who took those photos last time was a henchman sent by Zuo Ning, nicknamed Skinny. He followed us for several weeks, taking a lot of photos and videos. Later, we found out his contact person, Ma Jinli, the property manager of the Keda Hotel. This person is Zuo Ning's confidant, specializing in shady dealings. Hong Jie and I are preparing a grand scheme, and it won't be long before we deliver a fatal blow to Zuo Ning."

When Ye Qinghan heard the word "skinny," her fingers clenched slightly on her knees.

After Lin Feng finished speaking, she turned to look at him and asked if he needed her help.

Lin Feng shook his head. "Not for now. I'll let you know if I need it later."

Ye Qinghan did not ask any further questions.

Looking at Raymond Lam's profile, only a small section of his nose and the outline of his eyes are visible between his baseball cap and mask.

The car turned into the underground parking garage of Ye Qinghan's apartment complex. Lin Feng parked the car in the parking space downstairs from her building, turned off the engine, but did not unbuckle his seatbelt.

Leaning back in his chair, he turned to look at Ye Qinghan and said, "I won't go up. You should get some rest."

Ye Qinghan stopped unbuckling his seatbelt.

His fingers hovered over the buckle, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Walk me to the elevator. Consider it... just a little extra walking."

Lin Feng opened the car door and got out with her. The two walked side by side toward the elevator, their footsteps echoing in the empty underground parking garage.

When she reached the elevator, Ye Qinghan pressed the up button. After the elevator doors opened, she dragged her suitcase inside and turned around to look at Lin Feng standing outside the door.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, I reached out and stopped them, and the doors reopened.

"I've been wanting to tell you what I said last time, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things at that time."

"I know. I don't blame you."

The elevator doors closed.

Lin Feng stood at the elevator entrance, watching the floor numbers jump up one by one, finally stopping at the floor where she lived.

Then he turned around and got into the car. Instead of starting the engine immediately, he sat in the driver's seat, took off his baseball cap and placed it on the passenger seat, and rubbed his temples with his fingers.

Lin Feng picked up his phone and sent Shen Qianqian a message—"At home or at school?" Shen Qianqian replied instantly with a cat shaking its head emoji, saying that school started today and she went to school this afternoon; she was in her dorm now. After reading the message, Lin Feng put his phone back in his pocket, took out his car keys, and got out of the car.

Looking around, it was eerily quiet, and I couldn't see anything unusual.

Lin Feng waited for half an hour, then got out of the car and entered the elevator, arriving at the floor where Ye Qinghan lived.

He hesitated for a moment in front of the security door, then raised his hand and knocked twice.

The door opened quickly.

Ye Qinghan had changed into a dark green silk nightgown, her hair loose over her shoulders...

The ends of her hair still had a little bit of moisture left, indicating that she had just washed her face.

Lin Feng stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

The entryway was very narrow; the two people were almost touching.

"Although we've dealt with the person who took those photos last time, the aftermath isn't over yet. We need to be careful for a while to avoid giving anyone any leverage against us. When it's time to close in, we might need your help."

Ye Qinghan looked up at him, her brown pupils shining in the dim light of the entryway. She didn't speak, but nodded vigorously, then reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.

After a brief moment of intimacy, Raymond Lam released her.

Ye Qinghan leaned against the wall, panting. The strap of her silk nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing a large expanse of fair skin below her collarbone.

Her lips were slightly red from his kisses, and her face was flushed.

Lin Feng reached out and pulled her shoulder strap back into place, then smoothed out the wrinkles in her collar that she had been clutching at her chest. He then took a step back and opened the door. "Get some rest. Take care of yourself for the next few days."

Ye Qinghan nodded, leaning against the doorframe and watching his retreating figure walk towards the elevator. The elevator doors opened and closed again, and the corridor fell silent once more.

Little did they know, in the building opposite Ye Qinghan's house, in a dark storage room, behind the curtains stood a camera, and a fat man with wounds still on his face was watching.

While biting into an apple, he picked up his binoculars and stared at the other side, muttering to himself, "How strange, who did he go to see at the door? Could it be Lin Feng?"