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

When Lin Feng received the call, he and Su Mengya were jogging in the park next to their old neighborhood.

It was only a short time after dawn, and there were only a few elderly men taking a stroll and a few middle-aged women doing square dancing in the park.

Su Mengya ran ahead, her ponytail swaying behind her head. Her light gray sports vest was damp with sweat, clinging to her shoulder blades.

She glanced back at Lin Feng, then slowed her pace to wait for him to catch up.

"Why are you running so slowly today? Is your foot still not fully healed?"

"Almost there." Lin Feng quickened his pace to keep up with her. The wound on the sole of his foot had scabbed over, and it still ached a little when he ran, but it didn't affect his normal activities.

Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Lin Feng took it out and glanced at the screen; it was Lao Qian calling.

When the call connected, Lao Qian's voice came through the receiver, his speech so fast it sounded like he was being chased by something, and his voice was trembling.

"Mr. Lin, something terrible has happened! A lot of police have come to the parking lot and sealed off our entire company! They say Liu Wei is dead, and drugs were found in one of the cars! You need to come and take a look right away!"

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

Su Mengya ran a few more steps ahead, but when she realized he wasn't following, she turned around and saw him standing in the middle of the track. Her expression changed instantly.

She hurried back and mouthed to him what was wrong. Lin Feng didn't answer. He held his phone in silence for a moment, then said to Lao Qian on the other end of the line, "I'm coming right away. Tell everyone to stay still, cooperate with whatever the police ask, and don't say a word you shouldn't."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng's mind raced with all sorts of thoughts.

He knew Liu Wei; he was a driver who had been recently hired by Shuntong. Lao Qian had mentioned him to him a few days ago, saying that he was quite hardworking but a bit greedy.

The fact that a person died in their dormitory and drugs were found in their car suggests that these two events could not possibly be a coincidence.

It's definitely a frame-up.

The first word that popped into my mind was "frame-up." Zuo Ning's side hadn't made any major moves, not because they were backing down, but because they were preparing an even more vicious plan.

This move involved splashing dirty water directly on him, hitting him right where it hurt.

He immediately dialed Ye Qinghan's number. A mechanical female voice came through the receiver informing him that the other party's phone was switched off.

He dialed again, but the phone was still off. Lin Feng frowned. Ye Qinghan's phone was never usually turned off, so why was it suddenly off now?

A strong sense of unease welled up inside me.

He called Shangguan Jinghong again, and the phone was answered after two rings. He briefly explained the situation and asked her to stabilize the situation and prevent Kui Zi from taking people to the logistics company, as it was full of police officers, and any more people there would only cause more trouble.

After listening to him make those phone calls, Su Mengya's expression changed from confusion to tension.

Her fingers unconsciously gripped Lin Feng's sleeve. "Has something happened again?"

"There's a bit of trouble with the logistics company. Go home first and tell my mom that I might not be coming back today." Lin Feng gently patted her back, then turned and ran out of the park.

Su Mengya stood there, watching his figure disappear behind the sycamore trees at the park entrance, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She didn't chase after him or call out to him; she just gripped the sports towel in her hand tightly.

Lin Feng took a taxi straight to the Shuntong Logistics parking lot.

On the way, he called He Qianwen again and briefly explained the situation. He Qianwen was silent for a moment, then said that Tianlong Group would not make any moves for the time being. The cooperation agreement had just been signed, and unilaterally withdrawing from the agreement now would only make it seem like they were trying to cover something up.

She told him to calm down and figure things out first. After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng leaned back in the taxi, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

The car was stopped at an intersection about 100 meters from the logistics company. Two uniformed police officers stood in front of the temporary cordon and signaled the taxi to turn around.

Lin Feng paid the fare and got out of the car. Just as he walked to the police line, he saw Lao Qian squeeze out of the crowd and wave at him.

Old Qian's face was covered in sweat, and the collar of his work uniform was torn crooked, clearly from the tug he'd made while explaining things to the police.

Before Lao Qian could even speak, two uniformed detectives quickly walked over.

Walking in front was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a criminal investigation team badge pinned to his chest. His surname was Zheng.

After sizing Lin Feng up and down, Zheng asked who he was. Lin Feng said he was the head of the logistics company and his surname was Lin. Zheng nodded, speaking in a businesslike tone, and said they were from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Hehai City Public Security Bureau. They explained that a murder had occurred in the Shuntong Logistics parking lot early this morning, and drugs had been found in a van.

As the company's legal representative, Lin Feng needs to go back to the bureau with them to cooperate with the investigation.

Lin Feng neither argued nor explained, but simply nodded and said that cooperating with the investigation was the right thing to do. Old Qian, standing to the side, was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet, saying that President Lin had absolutely nothing to do with this matter, and that someone must have framed him.

Lin Feng glanced back at him, telling him to stop talking, take care of his brothers, and cooperate with the investigation. Old Qian swallowed back the words he was about to say, retreated behind the police line, and watched as Lin Feng was escorted by several policemen towards the police car parked on the side of the road.

A group of reporters had gathered outside the police cordon, their cameras and microphones pointed at the parking lot entrance. Several sharp-eyed reporters recognized Lin Feng.

The billiard hall owner, the legal representative of the logistics company, who had previously received a medal for bravery, has now been taken away by the police, making this a highly newsworthy event.

The flashes of light went off rapidly, and someone shouted.

"Mr. Lin, do you have anything to say about the murder case?"

"Did you order the drugs in the car to be transported?"

……

Lin Feng remained silent, lowered his head, and climbed into the back seat of the police car, sitting between two police officers.

The moment the car door closed, most of the noise outside was shut out. Lin Feng leaned back in his seat, looking through the car window at the growing crowd of onlookers and reporters snapping photos.

This was the first time in his life he had ever ridden in a police car.

The carriage smelled faintly of disinfectant and old leather. The driver in the front started the car, and Captain Zheng in the passenger seat glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

Do you know that driver named Liu Wei?

"I know him. He's new; he's been here for less than a month."

Where were you between 2 AM and 4 AM last night?

"At a friend's house," Lin Feng told the truth.

Last night, after leaving Ye Qinghan's house, he went straight back to Bai Jinhai, processed some documents in Sister Hong's office, and then went to Yang Ru's place, but that was already late at night.

As for Ye Qinghan, he couldn't say.

"Which friend? Can you provide their contact information?"

"Shangguan Jinghong is the person in charge of the Platinum Sea Entertainment Club. You can ask for her contact information at the club." Lin Feng said this in a very calm tone. He knew that Sister Hong would coordinate the time perfectly and there would be no loopholes.

Team Leader Zheng made a few notes in his notebook and didn't ask any further questions. Director Zhou had just settled things regarding the relationship between Lin Feng and Director Ye.

The car turned onto a quiet street, and the gray outline of the city police building could already be seen ahead.

……

at the same time.

In the office building of the Hebei Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, Ye Qinghan was sitting in a windowless interview room.

I was stopped by two men in white shirts before I even got to the police station when I left home in the morning.

The two men showed their disciplinary committee badges and spoke politely but firmly, saying they needed her cooperation in an investigation and asked her to come with them.

Ye Qinghan's first reaction was to what happened that night. Her heart pounded to its limit for a few seconds, but she managed to keep it in check. She just frowned slightly and asked them what was wrong.

The other party said they would know when they arrived, confiscated her phone, and invited her into their car.

The interview room was small, with walls painted a stark white latex paint and fluorescent tubes on the ceiling humming softly.

A long table, two chairs opposite it, a recording device on the table, and a stainless steel thermos.

Ye Qinghan sat in the chair at the back, still wearing his police uniform, the third-level police supervisor epaulets on his shoulders gleaming silver under the fluorescent lights.

His back was ramrod straight, his hands clasped together on the table, his fingers slightly curled, but there was nothing outwardly abnormal about them.