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

When Zhou Mei woke up, her head felt like it was filled with mush, and her temples were throbbing with pain.

It took me several seconds to recognize that this was my own ceiling. The curtains were drawn, and a beam of bright morning light shone through the gaps, illuminating the floor.

There was a faint smell of sweat in the air...

Then she sensed someone beside her.

Zhou Mei suddenly sat up.

The blanket slipped down from her chest, and she looked down to see that she was wearing a wrinkled black lace bra, with the hooks fastened on the outermost row, hanging loosely on her shoulders.

There was a small red mark on my collarbone, not from being pinched, but from being sucked by my lips. I touched it, and my skin was still slightly warm.

Lin Feng lay down next to her, asleep fully clothed.

Zhou Mei did not shout or scream.

I pulled the blanket up to cover my chest, sat on the bed, and rubbed my temples with one hand. My head was throbbing as if it were about to split open, but my consciousness was gradually becoming clearer.

Last night's events were like shattered glass, piece by piece, piecing themselves back together in her mind.

Boston Hotel...

Fu Yongwei... Wang Qingchen...

That cup of tea!

She drank a few sips of tea, and then her body began to feel hot. Teacher Wu helped her out of the private room and into the elevator.

Then the elevator door was blocked by a hand, Lin Feng walked in, and pulled Teacher Wu out.

Then she was taken home.

Then--

……

Zhou Mei lowered her hand from her temple and looked down at Lin Feng, who was still asleep. The slap mark from last night was still on his right cheek, though it had faded somewhat.

She reached out, but pulled her hand back just before her fingertips touched his cheek.

I gently lifted the covers, pulled my legs out from under the covers, and stepped barefoot onto the floor. My head spun a little when I stood up, so I steadied myself by holding onto the bedside table, and then tiptoed to the bathroom.

I've only taken two steps.

The mattress made a soft creak.

Lin Feng rolled over, his arm instinctively reaching out to the side, only to find nothing.

Open your eyes.

Their eyes met.

Zhou Mei stood by the bed, one hand on the bedside table. She was wearing only a wrinkled black lace bra, her hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and the red mark on her collarbone was particularly conspicuous in the morning light.

Raymond Lam was lying on his side on the bed, his T-shirt collar askew to his shoulder, and a tuft of hair sticking up.

The two stared at each other for about three seconds.

Zhou Mei didn't open her eyes yet.

I grabbed a bathrobe draped over the bedside table, turned around and put it on. My fingers trembled when I was tying the belt, and it took me two tries to tie it tight.

Then she turned back and sat down on the edge of the bed, about a pillow's distance from Lin Feng.

Lin Feng sat up from the bed, straightened the crooked collar of his T-shirt, and his gaze lingered on Zhou Mei's face for a second.

"Good morning, Teacher Zhou."

After saying that, he really wanted to slap himself again.

That tone sounds really weird.

Zhou Mei pulled her robe collar tighter, her fingers gripping the fabric. "Good morning."

With that hoarse voice that comes from just waking up.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Lin Feng scratched the back of his head, unsure where to put his hands after lowering them, finally resting them on the edge of the bed. "Teacher Zhou, about last night—"

"I know everything," Zhou Mei interrupted him, speaking a little faster than usual. She paused, then lowered her voice, "Thank you for what happened last night..."

Lin Feng scratched at the edge of the bed with his fingers. "It's only right."

After saying that, he felt that the word "should" didn't quite fit.

What does "should" mean? Should we have snatched her out of the elevator? Or should we have carried her home? Or should we—

He dared not think any further.

He got out of bed, pulled up his pants, and said, "Teacher Zhou, well... I'll head back to school now. I have classes this morning."

As he walked towards the bedroom door, his knee accidentally brushed against Zhou Mei's ankle as he passed by. Both of them recoiled in opposite directions as if they had been electrocuted.

Lin Feng quickened his pace, walked out of the bedroom, crossed the living room, opened the security door, and went out.

The sound of the door closing echoed in the quiet room.

Zhou Mei sat on the edge of the bed, slowly bent down, and buried her face in her hands.

I sat in that position for about two minutes, then straightened up and picked up my phone from the bedside table.

The screen lit up, showing 8:07. I unlocked the screen, scrolled to my contacts, and hovered my thumb over the emergency number.

These four men conspired to lure her to a hotel and drugged her tea. If Lin Feng hadn't happened to be at the hotel and intervened—

Then she was very likely defiled by that scumbag Wang Qingchen...

I was just about to dial the emergency number.

My finger hovered over the call button for about ten seconds. Then I put the phone down.

Wang Qingchen's father is the largest shareholder on the board of directors of Hohai University. Fu Yongwei is the director of the office of the School of Business. Teacher Wu and Teacher Sun are her colleagues and are also in cahoots with them.

If the four of them are giving the same story, what proof can she possibly have? The tea must have been taken away long ago, and the effects of the medicine have long since dissipated from her body. Even if she goes to the hospital for a blood test now, they won't be able to find anything.

There is no substantial evidence whatsoever. Lin Feng can only help her prove it, but that's not enough!

Zhou Mei gripped her phone, angrily threw it on the bed, stood up, and went into the bathroom.

As I took off my robe and underwear, I saw myself in the mirror. The red mark on my collarbone was clearly visible under the mirror light.

I turned on the tap and cold water splashed onto my face.

After quickly taking a shower, I dried myself off and took a clean set of underwear from the closet to put on.

The shirt was buttoned up to the top, completely concealing the mark on her collarbone. Her hair, half-dry, was tied in a low ponytail, and she wore light makeup.

The beauty in the mirror had transformed back into the aloof and reserved Teacher Zhou.

As things stand, there's nothing to be done about last night. Zhou Mei picked up her bag in a bad mood and put on black high heels.

As I walked through the corridor of the administration building after taking a taxi to school, my high heels made a crisp sound on the floor tiles.

When I passed by Teacher Wu's office, the door was ajar.

Ms. Wu sat behind her desk with a document spread out in front of her, but her eyes were not on the document.

Two obvious dark circles were visible under her eyes, even with a layer of foundation. Her lips were dry, cracked, and peeling, with a small crack at the corner of her mouth covered in a dark red scab.

His fingers trembled slightly as he held the pen, but he didn't write a single word on the paper.

Hearing the sound of high heels, Ms. Wu looked up. The moment she saw Zhou Mei, her pupils contracted, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.