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

Wang Yue took the keys and paused for a moment, then quickly waved her hand, "President Lin, I lack driving experience. Although I have a driver's license, I almost never drive. The last time I touched the steering wheel was when I went back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year and drove my dad's car."

Lin Feng had already opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. He leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and mumbled, "Driving is one of the basic skills of a secretary. Today is a good day to practice."

Wang Yue stood beside the car, took a deep breath, opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat. She adjusted the seat forward several inches to reach the accelerator, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, stood up straight, and stared intently at the road ahead.

When the car turned out of the alley, she drove as slowly as if she were practicing for her driving test at a driving school. The cars behind her kept honking, and several people rolled down their windows and cursed as they passed her.

Wang Yue bit her lower lip, not daring to be distracted. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, and her palms were sweaty.

The situation got worse once we got onto the main road.

She was driving too slowly when she merged into the lane, and even after signaling for a long time, she didn't dare to change lanes, causing a long line of cars behind her to be blocked.

As we approached an intersection, we saw traffic police checking for drunk driving ahead. The red and blue flashing lights of the police car were particularly glaring in the night.

There was also a TV station's live broadcast van parked next to it, with a blue logo that read "Hehai City Evening News" printed on its body.

A cameraman wearing a reflective vest was carrying his equipment and filming the scene of the vehicle checkpoint. Next to him stood a female reporter with a microphone, reporting on the situation of tonight's special crackdown on drunk driving.

Wang Yue was already so nervous that her palms were sweating. When she saw the police cars and the live broadcast truck in front of her, her mind went completely blank.

I slowed down to merge into the right-turn lane to avoid the checkpoint, but I was changing lanes too slowly. A taxi behind me honked its horn and then slammed into the right rear bumper of the Formula Leopard with a loud bang.

The car body gave a slight jolt, producing a muffled thud.

Wang Yue slammed on the brakes, the car lurched forward a little and then came to a stop.

Lin Feng, in the passenger seat, was swayed forward by inertia. He opened his eyes groggily and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are we there yet?"

Wang Yue's voice was trembling, "Boss, it looks like the car was hit."

The traffic police at the checkpoint had already noticed the commotion. A policeman wearing a fluorescent yellow reflective vest quickly walked over, bent down, and knocked on the driver's side window.

Wang Yue quickly rolled down the car window, and the traffic policeman leaned in halfway. A faint smell of alcohol wafted from the passenger seat.

He first glanced at Wang Yue's pale face, then at Lin Feng in the passenger seat who was clearly drunk, and frowned. "Show me your driver's license and vehicle registration."

"Okay, officer." Wang Yue quickly looked down and rummaged through her bag, her fingers still trembling. It took her a while to find her driver's license and hand it to the traffic police.

At this moment, the TV cameraman also came over with his equipment, and the camera was pointed at the brand-new black Formula Leopard and the two people inside.

A young and beautiful female driver and a young man leaning against the passenger seat with his eyes closed, clearly having just been drinking.

The female reporter also came over to see what was going on. She recognized the car logo and model, her eyes lit up, and she lowered her voice towards the cameraman's lens, but couldn't hide the excitement in her tone.

"Viewers, what we are seeing now is an unexpected situation at a drunk driving checkpoint. This brand-new Formula Jaguar was rear-ended by the car behind it while changing lanes. The driver is a very young woman. Let's take a look at the details."

As she spoke, she took a few steps toward the car door, with the cameraman's lens closely following behind her.

"Please get out of the car and cooperate." After checking the driver's license, the traffic police officer took a half step back, signaling Wang Yue to get out of the car.

Wang Yue took a deep breath, pressed the car door handle, and first stretched out one leg to step onto the asphalt road.

The leg slowly emerged from under the car door, its straight, slender calf encased in flesh-colored stockings, gleaming with a delicate sheen under the alternating illumination of streetlights and police car flashing lights.

Her calves tapered cleanly from knee to ankle, with ankles so slender you could see the shape of the knuckles, all in beige pointed-toe flats.

Several faint blue veins were visible on the instep, made more prominent by the thin stockings.

The moment she stood up while holding onto the car door, the full lines of her legs were revealed: her thighs were round and firm, her calves were long and straight, and the curve of her knees was soft and smooth. From her thighs to her calves to her ankles, the proportions of each segment were just right.

The workwear skirt reached just to mid-thigh under the light. When the two legs were together and standing straight, there was no gap between the knees, and the lace trim of the stockings was faintly visible below the hem.

She stood next to the car, her legs straight and long, the light shining from the side, casting a faint highlight on the curve of her calves.

She nervously tucked the stray hairs behind her ear with her fingers, completely unaware that everyone around her was looking at her.

Several male drivers who were waiting in line to blow their breaths turned around almost simultaneously, their gazes sweeping down her face and finally settling on her legs.

As the saying goes, nothing tastes better than dumplings, and beauty is judged by the thighs!

One young male driver forgot to blow into the breathalyzer, and the designated driver next to him nudged him before he came to his senses.

The photographer carrying the camera instinctively lowered the lens slightly, so that the pair of long legs occupied half of the frame.

The director in the live broadcast van shouted into his headset, "Aim at that long-legged woman, keep the camera steady!" The cameraman quickly raised the camera back up.

The chat room exploded with comments.

"Those legs are amazing!"

"Nice legs!"

"Forget about drunk driving, I could look at those legs for a year."

"These legs are longer than my life."

"Excuse me, officer, let me check my leg first."

"Is that woman a celebrity?"

……

The live stream was flooded with comments, almost completely obscuring the screen.

The female reporter glanced back at the cameraman's viewfinder. Her professional instincts immediately told her the potential for this footage to be widely disseminated. She quickly added a short narration to the camera, using restrained language, but the excitement in her voice was impossible to hide.

"We just witnessed a minor traffic accident involving a luxury SUV of considerable value. The young woman who got out of the car has an outstanding demeanor and poise, and this scene is generating a lot of discussion in our live stream."

The traffic policeman glanced at Wang Yue, his gaze lingering instinctively on her long legs for a moment, but his professionalism made him quickly look away.

He picked up the breathalyzer and handed it to me. "Cooperate and blow into it."

Wang Yue took the testing device and blew into it. The traffic policeman glanced at the data, which showed zero, nodded, and put the device away. He then routinely checked her driver's license and vehicle registration, confirming that the information was correct.

Then he went to the passenger side and knocked on the window, signaling Lin Feng to get out as well.

Lin Feng, still dazed, pushed open the car door and got out. Standing beside the car, he rubbed his temples, his face showing the bewilderment typical of someone who is drunk.

The traffic police officer glanced at his obviously drunk appearance, then looked back at the information on Wang Yue's driver's license to confirm that he wasn't driving. He then waved his hand and said, "Alright, be more careful when driving in the future, and pay attention to the rear when changing lanes."

Wang Yue nodded quickly, "Thank you, officer, I will definitely be careful." After saying that, she quickly opened the driver's side door and got back in, her fingers still trembling slightly as she gripped the steering wheel.