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

Seeing Wang Yue push the door open and come in, he quickly stood up and pulled out the chair opposite her for her to sit down.

During the meal, Yuan Hui spoke at length while keeping his head down.

"I was wrong that night. After watching the live stream, I acted impulsively and said a lot of things I shouldn't have. I've been regretting it for the past two days. I've been messaging you but you haven't replied, and I don't dare keep messaging you, afraid that you'll get even more annoyed with me."

She looked up at Wang Yue, her eyes slightly red.

"I haven't been able to sleep at night these past few days. I lie in bed tossing and turning, thinking about how petty I am. I know you're not that kind of person, I just care about you too much. When I see other people commenting on you in the live stream, I get angry and can't find anywhere to vent, so I take it all out on you."

Wang Yue was still angry, but seeing his appearance, most of her anger subsided.

She explained the events of that night in detail again: how she was called to the dinner party at the last minute, how Lin Feng was drunk and couldn't drive so she was allowed to drive, how she was rear-ended by a taxi on the way, how the traffic police handled the accident, and how the TV station's live broadcast truck happened to be there.

After she finished speaking, she added a few more sentences.

"This is the nature of my job right now. I occasionally have to socialize and work overtime. After I become a full-time employee, my salary will be over 10,000 yuan, which is higher than the offers I received during interviews at several other companies. I'm not going out to dinner with my boss for the money, but I really cherish this job. I hope you can understand."

After listening, Yuan Hui remained silent for a while, then reached out and grasped Wang Yue's hand, which was resting on the table, his voice even lower than before.

"I understand, and I won't do it again. You're right, trust is the most basic thing. I was too petty before, and I'll change. What I just wanted to say is, if you have social engagements in the future, could you please let me know in advance so I know roughly when I'll be back? That way, I'll have some peace of mind and won't overthink things."

Wang Yue nodded, pulled her hand out of Yuan Hui's hand, and patted the back of his hand.

Thinking that he had truly come to his senses, the weight that had been hanging over my heart for several days finally lifted.

After the two finished their meal, Yuan Hui offered to pay the bill and then offered to take Wang Yue back to her rented apartment.

Wang Yue didn't refuse, thinking that his attitude was so sincere today, and it would seem too abrupt to refuse his offer to take her home right after they made up.

The two walked side by side down the street in the night, their shadows stretched long by the streetlights.

Wang Yue seemed much more relaxed than when she arrived, and she became more talkative, rambling on about what had happened at the company in the past few days.

Yuan Hui listened from the side, nodding occasionally and interjecting with a few questions about the details, seemingly genuinely concerned about her work.

When they arrived at the rental apartment building, Wang Yue took out her keys to open the door, and Yuan Hui hesitated for a moment behind her.

"I haven't gone up to see where you live yet. If it's inconvenient, then forget it."

Wang Yue thought about it and realized that Yuan Hui had apologized on his own initiative today, and his attitude was very sincere.

"There's nothing inconvenient about it. Please come in and sit for a while."

After going upstairs, Yuan Hui stood in the middle of the living room and looked around. The house wasn't big, with one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom, but it was very clean.

A potted green ivy sits on the coffee table, a neatly folded thin blanket is draped over the sofa, and a simple bookshelf stands in the corner, piled with several management books and fashion magazines.

The whole house was filled with a faint scent of laundry detergent. He sat down properly on the sofa, his hands on his knees, his eyes scanning the room, occasionally asking about the rent and utility bills.

Wang Yue poured him a glass of water and sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Although this neighborhood is a bit old, it has convenient transportation, is close to the company, and the rent is cheap."

The two chatted about everyday things.

Yuan Hui then asked her about her situation at the company. Wang Yue talked about her recent work, mentioning how Lin Feng handled that tricky project at the meeting today, and her tone carried a kind of admiration that she herself did not realize.

As Yuan Hui listened, a sour feeling welled up inside him again, but he forced a smile onto his face.

"Your boss is definitely someone important."

After sitting for about half an hour, Yuan Hui stood up and said that it was getting late and she had to go to work tomorrow, so she should get some rest.

Wang Yue saw him to the door. Yuan Hui turned around and looked at Wang Yue at the door. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just waved and said "Good night" before turning around and going downstairs.

Wang Yue closed the door, leaned against it, and let out a long sigh. She took out her phone and sent a message to Su Hui.

"Yuan Hui came to see me today and apologized. He was very kind. I also explained that I would need to socialize occasionally for work. We've made up now."

Su Hui replied instantly with a series of meaningful ellipses, then sent a message: "As long as you're happy, I feel like he has ulterior motives."

After leaving the residential compound, Yuan Hui didn't go home immediately. He squatted down by the flowerbed by the roadside, lit a cigarette, and took out his phone to dial the number of his best friend from the previous night.

"Do as you said, first bow your head and admit your mistake. She believed you. She even came upstairs today, but I only sat there for half an hour and didn't do anything."

A rough voice came from the other end of the phone, with a confident tone that suggested a seasoned expert.

"Yes, that's it. Don't rush, absolutely don't rush. Women are fickle. Be nice to her for a while, wait until she completely lowers her guard, then make your move. You can't let someone else beat you to it after two years of pursuing her. Think about it, she's always hanging around that young boss, what if he gets interested one day? What will be left for you then?"

Yuan Hui held a cigarette in his mouth and squinted at the window of the building across the street, which was lit by a warm yellow light—that was Wang Yue's rented room.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his shoe, then stood up, straightened the collar of his polo shirt, and walked towards the subway station.

He silently plotted his best friend's plan. Today was his first visit, and he stayed respectfully for half an hour before leaving, making her feel that he respected her.

Next time, you can bring some fruit or snacks and stay a little longer so she gets used to your presence in the house.

Once she's settled in, I can bring her some gifts, have a few drinks, and I'll definitely win her over. Then, once the deed is done, I can do whatever I want with her.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed. His expression gradually relaxed, and he even started to take a look at the newly opened fruit shop on the roadside, thinking about what to bring back next time he went.