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

I opened my eyes and saw a woman walking towards me in the rearview mirror. She was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, buttoned all the way up, and black straight-leg trousers with wide legs that swayed gently as she walked.

She was tall and slender, with skin as pale as porcelain glaze, single eyelids, and dark red lipstick on her lips.

He exuded a cold and aloof aura, but when he walked to the car and saw the drunken Lin Feng in the passenger seat, the lines of his eyes softened slightly.

He opened the car door, bent down, put Lin Feng's arm on his shoulder, and pulled him up from the seat. His movements were very practiced, and it was clear that this was not the first time he had done this.

I didn't ask her anything during that time.

Lin Feng leaned against Hong Jie and smelled the familiar, faint scent of white tea on her. Suddenly, he felt the alcohol churning in his stomach calm down a bit.

He turned his head to say something, but his mind was too heavy, so he just gently rubbed his shoulder against hers.

Hongjie glanced at him sideways, said nothing, but simply pulled him closer to her.

Lin Feng pulled his car keys out of his pocket and tossed them to the doorman standing nearby. He gestured with his chin toward the roadside and said, "Drive her home." The doorman caught the keys with both hands and nodded respectfully.

Sister Hong helped Lin Feng walk towards the elevator.

Lin Feng clung to her, his steps unsteady. Her slender figure was slightly tilted by his weight, but she quickly regained her balance.

The elevator doors opened in front of them, and warm yellow light poured out of the car, illuminating her pale profile and making her pupils beneath her single eyelids appear exceptionally deep.

She helped him into the elevator, and the elevator doors slowly closed, the two figures disappearing into the golden crack of the doors.

Wang Yue was still sitting in the driver's seat, staring blankly in the direction of the elevator. The woman who had just appeared hadn't glanced at her once, from the moment she appeared until she left.

It wasn't a deliberate ignoring; rather, her attention was completely focused on Lin Feng, and she didn't notice that there was another person sitting in the car.

Wang Yue recalled the gossip her female colleagues in the administration department had been whispering in the break room: Chairman Shangguan of Longlin Group, the woman behind President Lin, Bai Jinhai's real boss, who was unbelievably fair-skinned and unbelievably cold.

The person I just saw is myself.

It turns out the rumors were true, and the person in question has an even stronger presence than the rumors suggest.

The doorman came over and knocked on the driver's side window. "Madam, Mr. Lin asked me to take you home." Wang Yue snapped out of her daze, quickly opened the car door, got out, gave the driver's seat to the doorman, and sat in the back.

The car slowly drove out of the underground parking lot of Baijinhai and turned onto the riverside road. The night view of Hehai City outside the window rushed past, and the streetlights on the bridge across the river were reflected on the water, turning into a shimmering gold.

I leaned back in my seat, took out my phone and glanced at the screen. I'd put my phone on silent while I was eating and forgotten to turn it off.

There were more than a dozen unread messages from Yuan Hui on the screen.

The first message was sent two hours ago: "Are you home yet?"

The second message was posted after the live stream ended: "Answering the phone."

The third question: "Where are you?"

Article 4: "Who are you with?"

Article 5: "Is that car your boss is driving?"

……

Then came several missed voice call records, a row of red missed call icons lined up, a truly alarming sight.

The last few messages were text, sent around the time she hadn't answered the phone. The tone in the text was clearly out of control: "Are we going to the hotel now?"

"I've treated you so sincerely, how could you do this to me?"

"Why have you become so vain? Didn't we agree to work hard together?"

Wang Yue stared at the messages, her fingers trembling, and she froze in the back seat.

She quickly dialed back, and the phone was answered after two rings. Before she could even explain, Yuan Hui's voice came through like a machine gun, urgent and sharp: "Where are you? Are you with your boss? Why didn't you answer the phone? I saw you on the live stream, driving that Formula One Jaguar, with your young boss sitting next to you, right?"

Wang Yue opened her mouth several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence: "Yuan Hui, let me explain—"

"What's there to explain? I'm not blind! You were driving another man's car, taking a drunk man out late at night, and tens of thousands of people saw you. Now what do you have to explain?" Yuan Hui's voice grew louder and louder, almost shouting at the end. "Are you going to a hotel now? Going to be with him? I've treated you so sincerely, how could you do this to me!"

Wang Yue's eyes instantly reddened from the yelling, and her voice trembled with tears: "I didn't answer the phone because it was on silent! I was in a car accident on the way, I was almost scared to death, can you please listen to me—"

"Mute? Can't you at least make your story believable?" Yuan Hui sneered on the other end of the phone, then his voice suddenly lowered, carrying a bitter and self-deprecating tone that made Wang Yue feel even worse. "Fine. We agreed to work hard together, but now you've climbed up the social ladder and look down on me. I wish you happiness." He then hung up the phone.

Wang Yue stared blankly at the "Call Ended" message on her phone screen. She tried calling again, but no one answered.

I called several times, but no one answered.

She started sending WeChat messages to Yuan Hui, recounting everything that had happened that evening.

How did she get called to a dinner party at the last minute? How did Lin Feng get drunk and not let her drive? How did she get rear-ended by a taxi on the road? How did the traffic police arrive to handle the accident?

My fingers were shaking the whole time I was typing. I typed out several paragraphs, deleted them, and retyped them. In the end, the message I sent was long and messy.

After sending the message, I stared at the chat box for several minutes, but the message only showed "read" and there was no reply.

He followed up with a few more messages: "Please believe me, okay?" "We've been together for so long, don't you know what kind of person I am?" "Today was truly an unexpected situation."

After I posted it, it disappeared without a trace.

The car stopped at a traffic light. The doorman glanced at Wang Yue in the rearview mirror and saw her head down, her shoulders trembling. He sighed inwardly, said nothing, and simply turned the volume down in the car.

Wang Yue looked down at the messages that had disappeared without a trace on her phone screen, and finally could no longer control her emotions.

She placed her phone on her lap, hugged her shoulders, and tears streamed down her face silently.

He squatted on the floor behind the car, buried his face in his knees, and his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

She felt that she had had the worst day ever. She was called to a dinner party at the last minute, her car was rear-ended, she was stopped by the traffic police, and now even her boyfriend didn't believe her.

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. She cried so hard that her whole body was trembling. The collar of her work shirt was soaked with tears, and her legs, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, were curled up together.

The doorman glanced in the rearview mirror, opened his mouth as if to say something comforting, but he was just an employee, why should he care about the boss's business?