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

Lin Feng stayed in the hospital for five days.

The wound on my thigh required eleven stitches, and the doctor said it was healing well every day when he came to change the dressing.

Being young is great; wounds heal much faster than expected.

On the fifth day, when the stitches were removed, the attending physician patted him on the shoulder and said he could be discharged. He was told to avoid strenuous exercise and that he would be able to walk normally in two weeks.

Su Mengya picked me up on the day I was discharged from the hospital.

She took half a day off and left the company early. When she arrived at the hospital, she was carrying a thermos containing pork rib soup that Zhang Xiulan had cooked.

"My mom said you've lost weight and told you to drink more." Su Mengya placed the thermos on the bedside table, unscrewed the lid, poured a bowl, and handed it over.

The soup was still steaming, the ribs were stewed until very tender, and a thin layer of golden oil floated on the surface of the soup.

Lin Feng took the bowl and took a sip, then hissed as it was too hot. Su Mengya, watching him, smiled briefly, but the smile quickly faded.

She's been like this for the past few days, wanting to laugh but not daring to, as if she's afraid that if she appears too happy, it will seem like she doesn't understand his pain.

"How's it going at the company?" Lin Feng put down his bowl and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"It's all good. President He asked about you the other day, saying to take good care of your injury and not to worry about company matters. Manager Yong has already established the route to the provincial capital, and signed three new clients there last week." Su Mengya said as she put the bowl into the thermos, her movements very efficient. "Also, Manager Luo came to my house yesterday and brought a bunch of supplements. My mom thought I bought them when she received them."

Lin Feng sensed the hint of sourness in her words, smiled, and didn't reply.

The discharge procedures were completed very quickly.

While Su Mengya went to the window to queue up to pay, Lin Feng sat on a plastic chair in the corridor waiting.

There were many people coming and going in the corridor. A doctor in a white coat walked past him, glanced at him as if he recognized him, but did not say anything and walked past.

Lin Feng looked down at his legs.

The wound under my jeans is still throbbing slightly, and I have to hold onto the wall when I walk, but it's much better than it was a few days ago.

When Su Mengya returned after completing the formalities, she was carrying a plastic bag containing the anti-inflammatory medicine and gauze for changing the dressing prescribed by the doctor.

She handed him the bag, then bent down to help him to his feet. Her arm went under his armpit, her palm resting on his back, the pressure light but steady.

"Let's go, the car is waiting at the door."

When Lin Feng stood up, his legs were still a little weak, and his body leaned slightly towards her.

Su Mengya pressed her shoulder against his chest and grabbed his arm with her other hand, supporting him.

"Slow down. No rush." ​​Her voice was very low, her lips almost touching his chin.

Lin Feng smelled the shampoo in her hair; it was still that very light floral scent.

I took a deep breath, shifted my weight onto the better leg, and then walked step by step toward the elevator.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the old residential area. Lin Feng paid the fare, and Su Mengya helped him slowly walk into the building.

The motion-activated light in the hallway that broke last time is still not repaired; only one light is on, casting a dim, yellowish glow.

It's time to consider moving my parents to a new house.

When he reached the third floor, Lin Feng stopped to catch his breath. The wound on his thigh had been pulled while climbing the stairs, causing him to sweat profusely from the pain.

Su Mengya stood next to him, one hand on his waist, the other hand taking out a tissue from her bag and handing it to him.

She was wearing a light pink short-sleeved shirt today, with the top two buttons fastened, revealing a small patch of skin below her collarbone.

The shirt was tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans, the waist cinched tightly, highlighting the curves of her upper body. She wore white flat shoes, the surfaces of which were slightly dusty.

Lin Feng took the tissue and wiped his forehead, then crumpled the tissue in his hand.

"Have you gained weight?" he suddenly asked.

Su Mengya was taken aback for a moment, then reached out and pinched his uninjured leg. "You're the one who's gained weight. I make you soup every day at home, but I haven't drunk a drop myself."

"Then why is your face so round?"

"That's edema. I haven't been sleeping well these past few days." She turned her face away after saying that, her ears turning slightly red.

Lin Feng stopped teasing her and continued walking uphill. When they arrived at her doorstep, Zhang Xiulan had already opened the door and was waiting.

Wearing a faded floral apron and holding a spatula, she was clearly busy in the kitchen.

"You're back? Come in, come in." She stepped aside, her eyes sweeping over Lin Feng's legs. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back and simply reached out and gently patted his arm.

Lin Feng changed into slippers and walked into the living room. Lin Jianguo was sitting on the sofa with a glass of iced tea and an open newspaper in front of him. Seeing Lin Feng come in, he closed the newspaper and placed it on the coffee table, then stood up and walked over to him.

"Does your leg still hurt?" Lin Jianguo's voice was a little hoarse.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. The doctor said I'm recovering very well."

Lin Jianguo nodded, then reached out and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder. The force was just right, and the warmth of his hand seeped through the fabric of the T-shirt.

Without saying anything more, he turned around, walked back to the sofa, sat down, picked up the newspaper again, but didn't look at it. Instead, he stared blankly at the glass of cold tea on the coffee table for a long time.

Zhang Xiulan was busy in the kitchen, and the sound of the spatula hitting the iron pot could be heard intermittently.

Su Mengya changed into slippers and went to the kitchen to help. The two of them were talking quietly in front of the stove.

Lin Feng sat on the sofa, stretching his injured leg out and resting it on the edge of the coffee table. The wound was still a little tight, but much better than a few days ago.

I took out my phone and scrolled through it.

There are several unread messages on the screen.

Shen Qianqian posted a photo, a selfie she took in her grandfather's yard. She was wearing a white sundress, her hair was loose over her shoulders, and behind her was the old locust tree, sunlight filtering through the leaves.

He Qianwen sent a voice message, which he listened to. Her voice, slightly languid, came through the receiver: "I heard you were discharged from the hospital? Take good care of yourself. I'll come see you in a few days. By the way, there's been progress on that project in the provincial capital. Let's meet up when you're better."

Luo Ruoxi posted a video, which was a real shot of her new spa. The renovation is almost finished, the walls are light beige, the lighting is very soft, and the rest area has several fabric sofas and a small bookshelf.

At the end of the video, she made a peace sign at the camera and said, "Waiting for you to come and inspect."

Shangguan Jinghong did not send a message, but simply forwarded a news link.

The title was "Hehai City Public Security Bureau Successfully Dismantles a Gang Involved in Organized Crime, Multiple Suspects Arrested." Lin Feng clicked on it and glanced at it; it mentioned that Zuo Ning's remaining forces had been completely eradicated.

He placed his locked phone on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.