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

The taxi driver also got out, and the two of them took photos of the scratches on their respective cars for future reference.

The traffic police determined equal responsibility, took photos, and instructed both parties to handle the matter through their respective insurance companies. The taxi driver, a man in his fifties, glanced at the scratched paint on the rear bumper of the Fangcheng Leopard, then at Wang Yue's pale face, shook his head, and said, "Young lady, drive carefully; repairing this car won't be cheap."

Since there were traffic police present, they didn't cause any further trouble.

Wang Yue nodded and said "okay" the whole time, her voice still trembling, but she managed to get through this little incident.

After the traffic police finished handling the accident, they signaled that she could leave. Wang Yue restarted the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, her face still showing a look of shock.

She slowly drove away from the accident scene. In the rearview mirror, she saw that the cameraman's lens was still pointing at her taillights, so she quickly accelerated and turned onto the main road.

Lin Feng leaned back in the passenger seat, his head tilted to one side, his breath reeking of alcohol, seemingly oblivious to everything that had just happened.

Meanwhile, in a rented room in an old residential area in the eastern part of Hehai City, Yuan Hui was idly leaning against the sofa scrolling through his phone.

He only served two groups of customers at the BMW 4S store today. One group said they wanted to go back and think about it after the test drive, while the other group came in, looked around, and left without even mentioning a test drive.

After getting home, I cooked a bowl of instant noodles, ate it, and then curled up on the sofa watching short videos to pass the time.

He follows many local traffic information accounts, and occasionally clicks on live streams of drunk driving checks to see how drunk drivers look when they are caught by the traffic police, which he finds quite stress-relieving.

I accidentally stumbled into the live broadcast of the evening news in Hehai City. I was looking forward to seeing the excitement of the drunk driving crackdown, but instead I witnessed the scene I least wanted to see in my life.

The traffic police knocked on the car window, and the woman's profile came into view. The potato chips she was holding in her mouth fell onto the sofa.

He recognized that face all too well; they had spoken in a video call just this morning.

The traffic police then asked the female driver to get out of the car. The car door opened, and her long legs, covered in flesh-colored stockings, stepped out onto the asphalt road.

The live stream chat exploded instantly, with a deluge of comments like "Great legs," "These legs are amazing," and "Their legs outlive me" scrolling across the screen, so dense that the image was almost impossible to see.

Yuan Hui certainly recognized those long legs.

When he was pursuing Wang Yue, his eyes would always unconsciously drift to her legs whenever he was queuing for food in the cafeteria.

After they got together, every time she wore a short skirt out, he would glance at her a few more times, and then she would glare at him with a red face.

Those beautiful legs he was once so proud of, which he thought were a gift from God, are now being watched, screenshotted, and commented on by tens of thousands of people in the live stream...

Moreover, it happened at the scene of a traffic police check for drunk driving, right next to her boss's luxury car.

The camera pans to the man in the passenger seat, who has also gotten out of the car. He is young, with well-defined features, and wearing an expensive dark gray shirt. Although he appears somewhat drunk and dazed, the composure and confidence emanating from his very being make it clear at a glance that he is no ordinary person.

It must be Wang Yue's boss!

I went drinking with my boss last night, and now I've been pulled over by the traffic police in his car. There are two people in the car: a drunk male boss and a young, beautiful female secretary.

The reporter was adding fuel to the fire with exaggerated reports, saying things like "luxury car and beautiful woman," and "a beautiful car paired with a beautiful woman." The live stream chat was unreadable, filled with comments like "beautiful woman with a luxury car," "this is a true winner in life," and "the guy next to her is so lucky."

Yuan Hui stared intently at the screen, while Wang Yue trembled the entire time, her face deathly pale, and she stammered, clearly terrified.

But he didn't notice these details at all, or rather, he didn't want to notice them.

All he saw was his girlfriend driving another man's luxury car late at night, with a young and handsome boss sitting inside, being watched, teased, and mocked by tens of thousands of people in the live stream...

A green grassland floated overhead...

Yuan Hui slammed his phone onto the sofa, stood up and paced back and forth in the living room several times before picking it up and dialing Wang Yue's number.

The phone rang several times, but no one answered.

He hung up and dialed again, but still no one answered. He leaned back on the sofa armrest, the scene from the live stream replaying in his mind.

Wang Yue's long legs standing next to the car, the drunken young boss in the passenger seat, and the densely packed scrolling comments.

The more he thought about it, the more a fire burned in his chest. He picked up his phone and dialed again, but it was still busy. He slammed the phone onto the bed, cursed under his breath, grabbed a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, and tried to light it with the lighter after several attempts.

The car finally pulled into the underground parking lot of Baijinhai. After parking the car, Wang Yue let out a long sigh of relief, feeling completely exhausted.

She loosened her fingers from the steering wheel and rubbed her palms on the hem of her skirt several times to dry the sweat.

Turning his head to look at Lin Feng, who was still dazed in the passenger seat, he saw that Lin Feng's head was tilted against the back of the seat, his breathing was heavy and even, two buttons of his shirt collar were undone, and his face was flushed from drinking.

Wang Yue gently shook his shoulder. "President Lin, we've arrived at Baijinhai."

Lin Feng hummed in response, his eyelids twitching but not opening. He reached into his pocket and rummaged around for a moment before pulling out his phone. He squinted as he scrolled through his contacts and dialed a number.

When the call connected, his voice was muffled and heavily intoxicated. "Come down and pick me up, in the parking lot." Then he hung up, the phone slipped from his hand to his lap, and he tilted his head to one side, continuing to lean back in his seat.

Looking at him like this, Wang Yue felt a surge of mixed emotions, her initial nervousness still lingering.

Today was the first time I drove such an expensive car, the first time I experienced a traffic accident, and the first time I was stared at by so many people in front of traffic police and TV cameras.

These were exciting enough for her.

Leaning back in the driver's seat with her eyes closed, her mind was racing. Before she could sort things out, she heard the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the concrete floor coming from the direction of the elevator.