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

Wang Hao patted the water droplets off his suit jacket and turned to press the elevator button. He didn't notice at all that in the few seconds that the old man bumped into him, a tiny black metal piece, about the size of a sesame seed, had already stuck to the edge of the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

The old man walked out of the community gate, came to a tree, looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, his hunched back suddenly straightened up.

He put away his cane and tucked it under his arm, then walked steadily to the BYD Qin parked by the roadside, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat.

"Xiao Hong, the stuff's in. This kid's not very alert, he didn't notice." Uncle Zhang took off his wig, revealing a head of gray hair and a buzz cut.

He was an old friend of Shangguan Jinghong's father. He had served in the army when he was young, and after retiring, he grew vegetables and flowers in his hometown. He hadn't been involved in this business for many years.

This time, Shangguan Jinghong personally came to invite him to come out of retirement. He didn't ask any questions, just nodded and packed his bags to come along.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang. Please rest first, I'll handle the rest." Shangguan Jinghong took out a pair of noise-canceling headphones from the armrest box, put them on, and turned on the receiver connected to his phone.

I heard a rustling sound in my headphones, which was probably Wang Hao walking, followed by the mechanical sound of the elevator, and then the sound of a key turning in the door.

After the door closed, a young man's voice came through the earpiece.

The voice was clear and bright, with a slightly coquettish tone, and the tone was sickeningly sweet—"Darling, why are you so late today? It's raining so hard outside, I thought you weren't coming."

Then Wang Hao's voice rang out. "There was a traffic jam on the way. Plus, there was a problem with Zuo Ning, which caused a slight delay." His voice became very soft, completely different from the businesslike tone he had used when speaking to Zuo Ning earlier.

"It's Zuo Ning again. Every time you come back from meeting him, you look so distracted. What did he ask you to do this time?"

"You don't need to worry about any of that. Come here, let me give you a hug."

The sound of two people's footsteps came through the earphones, followed by the soft collision of their bodies touching, and then the wet sound of their lips meeting.

Wang Hao sighed softly. The young man chuckled and said, "Your beard is poking me." Wang Hao replied, "Then prick me again." Another series of soft kisses followed, interspersed with a few muffled whispers.

Shangguan Jinghong sat in the driver's seat, the sound from her earphones making her freeze.

She had considered that Wang Hao might be keeping a mistress, that he might be hiding something shady, and even that he might be engaging in some illegal activities here.

But she never imagined that Wang Hao's secret lover was actually a man.

The sound from the headphones continued.

The young man asked Wang Hao if he was hungry, saying he had made pork rib soup that day. Wang Hao replied that he was hungry and would eat first.

Then came the sounds of playful fighting; the two of them rolled around on the sofa, their breathing growing heavier, followed by a suppressed groan…

Shangguan Jinghong expressionlessly took the headphones off his head and placed them on the passenger seat. He picked up the thermos on the center console, took a sip of the now-cold red tea, and then looked outside at the increasingly heavy rain.

She really didn't want to listen to those sounds in her headphones anymore, but the receiver's recording function was still working.

Two hours later, the noise in the earphones finally stopped. About ten minutes later, the door opened; Wang Hao must have left.

Shangguan Jinghong put his headphones back on and confirmed that Wang Hao had gotten off the elevator and into the car. He took his phone out of the armrest and dialed Brother Biao's number, asking him to bring two reliable brothers over and put on the prepared clothes.

After waiting outside the residential area for more than half an hour, a black minivan quietly stopped behind the BYD.

Brother Biao got out of the car with two short young men dressed in mechanic clothes and who looked unremarkable.

Shangguan Jinghong opened the car door and briefly recounted what had just happened. After listening, Brother Biao's eyebrows almost flew to his hairline, but seeing Shangguan Jinghong's expressionless face, he swallowed the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.

They entered the residential compound and went up to the fourth floor.

Based on what he heard through the listening device, Shangguan Jinghong had roughly determined which apartment building Wang Hao had entered.

After observing from the fourth-floor stairwell for a while and confirming that there were no surveillance cameras in the corridor, Brother Biao had someone go up and knock on the door of room 402.

They said they received a notice from the property management that the power needed to be repaired.

The other person glanced through the peephole and saw two people dressed in repairman's uniforms. Without thinking, they opened the door.

There stood a young man who looked to be in his early twenties standing at the door. He had a round face, a thick beard, and light brown hair. He was wearing a loose white T-shirt and gray lounge shorts.

He wasn't very tall, had fair skin, and fairly handsome features. Seeing a group of strangers standing at the door, his expression changed instantly. Instinctively, he tried to close the door, but Brother Biao had already wedged his foot into the crack.

They all went inside and closed the door.

Shangguan Jinghong noticed that his legs were shaking, his lips were pale, and his knuckles were sticking out as he entered the room.

He pulled over a chair for the boy to sit down, and Brother Biao was standing in front of him, looking down at him.

Before Brother Biao could even speak, the guy had already told him everything. His name was Xiaoyu, he was from Chengdu, and he used to work as a bartender in a bar in Chengdu. Wang Hao met him at the bar when he was in Chengdu on a business trip, and they started chatting after a while.

Wang Hao told him that he was in the real estate business in Hohai and asked if he would like to come here. He said he would give him a monthly allowance and arrange his accommodation, on the condition that he could not go out casually and could not tell anyone about their relationship.

He was tempted and moved from Chengdu to Hohai, where he was assigned an apartment in this old neighborhood. Wang Hao would visit him two or three times every two weeks, usually staying for a few hours before leaving.

He couldn't even go out shopping; the other party said there were too many bad people outside and they were afraid he'd be scammed. At first, he thought it was protection, but later he gradually realized something was wrong. But he was already on this path, and the other party had given him so much, and was very knowledgeable…

After listening to his story, Shangguan Jinghong asked him to hand over his phone. Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, but seeing Brother Biao standing beside him with his arms crossed, he unlocked his phone and handed it over.

I flipped through the photo album, which contained a lot of photos of Wang Hao and Xiao Yu together, some on the sofa, some on the bed, some eating together, and some taking selfies with their arms around each other's necks.

The two people's postures and expressions clearly indicated they were a couple deeply in love. She then scrolled through the chat history, which contained even more explicit content than the photos, including voice messages, text messages, and several videos.

Shangguan Jinghong forwarded all the photos and chat logs to his own phone and also copied the video. He returned the phone to Xiaoyu and told him to stay in the room for the next couple of days; someone would bring him food.

Xiao Yu kept his head down and didn't speak, only wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He knew what it meant for his secrets to be discovered, but he also knew what the consequences would be if he resisted.

Shangguan Jinghong left Brother Biao and another brother inside to watch over things, while he took the copied documents downstairs and returned to his car.

Closing the car door shut out most of the sound of the torrential rain outside, and the car became quiet. I placed my phone on the dashboard, leaned back in my seat, and let out a long sigh.

Wang Hao is gay.

In this era, this is not a big deal in itself, but he is Wang Feng's son, and Wang Feng is aiming to become the municipal party secretary next year.

Once this gets out, Wang Feng's political future is basically over, as he is a candidate for the provincial party committee leadership.

If this recording and these photos were handed over directly to the disciplinary committee, Wang Feng and his son would be finished immediately.

But she won't do that. She'll hold onto this evidence and throw it out at the most crucial moment in the most lethal way, so that Wang Feng and his son will suffer the most devastating fall when they have the best chance of success.

Before that, she had to wait for a phone call, a call from the Golden Triangle.

That phone call would tell her that the other piece had been placed where it should have been, and then it would be time to truly close the net.