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

Lin Feng took the old phone. The video on the screen was a bit blurry due to its age, but Lu Hao's profile was clearly visible.

He was wearing his signature dark blue suit, pinning a young woman in a waitress uniform down, one hand around her neck and the other tearing at her clothes.

The girl's face turned bright red, her mouth was open but she couldn't make a sound, and her legs were kicking desperately, but Lu Hao's weight made it impossible for her to move.

The video is only about 30 seconds long. In the last few frames, the girl's struggles are getting weaker and weaker. Her arms hang limply off the edge of the bed, and her fingers are slightly curled.

enough.

Lin Feng carefully wrapped his phone in an anti-static bag and put it into the inner pocket of his coat.

They asked Zhao Cuicui if she was willing to testify in court. Zhao Cuicui shook her head, retied her apron, and her voice had returned to calm.

"I can't. I have a husband and children, and this restaurant is our family's only source of income. If Lu Hao's men find out I'm here, they won't let me go. I'm sorry."

"I understand. This video is very important to me."

Lin Feng counted out 30,000 yuan from the cash he carried with him and placed it on the kitchen counter. Zhao Cuicui declined several times, but Kui Zi put the money under the salt jar and said, "Sister-in-law, just keep it."

Before leaving, Lin Feng paused at the door without turning back.

"Let's open a restaurant somewhere else. Your skills will always attract customers. There's no need to stay in one place for too long. This place might become dangerous in the future."

Zhao Cuicui stood at the kitchen doorway, wiping her hands repeatedly on her apron. She watched the SUV disappear into the dust at the end of the village road, then turned back into the kitchen, pulled the roller shutter door shut again, and let the sunlight stream in, illuminating the pot of donkey meat soup still bubbling on the stove.

She picked up a spoon and stirred the soup noodles, tears silently dripping into the steam.

Xiaofang, I've finally done something for you. Even though it's been so many years.

The three of them boarded a flight back to Hohai that afternoon. Lin Feng sat in an aisle seat, with his phone in his coat pocket and one hand pressed against his chest the whole time.

After returning to Hehai, Lin Feng first asked Kui Zi to take Jun Zi to find a guesthouse to stay in, and then drove directly to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Ye Qinghan was chairing a special work deployment meeting in the conference room, and his secretary told him to wait in his office. Lin Feng sat on the hardwood sofa, his fingers tapping back and forth on his knee.

A security and prevention grid map of Hehai City was hanging on the wall, and several stacks of neatly bound case files were piled on the desk. The air was filled with the smell of printing paper and ink.

After waiting for about half an hour, the door was pushed open. Ye Qinghan walked in, dressed in a dark blue outfit, her makeup exquisite and aloof.

I put the folder on my desk, took off my hat and hung it on the coat rack, then leaned against the edge of the desk and looked at him.

"Have you been waiting a long time? This meeting has been going on for quite a while. Recently, the province has been promoting a new round of normalized anti-gang and anti-crime work, and the deployment plan has been revised several times."

"Soon. Something important will happen."

Lin Feng stood up and walked behind her, placed his hand on the back of her neck, and gently pressed down on the Fengchi acupoint with his thumb.

Ye Qinghan paused for a moment, then slowly relaxed, lowered her head, revealing the fair skin on the back of her neck.

Her neck was long and slender, and her skin was smooth and delicate, gleaming faintly under the fluorescent light.

While pressing the button, he recounted his trip to Guangnan from beginning to end.

Five years ago, Lu Hao raped and killed a waitress named Xiao Fang at the Jinbihuihuang Hotel. Zhao Cuicui filmed the incident on her phone, and he spent several days finding her and obtaining the video.

Ye Qinghan listened with his eyes closed, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the desk.

"A video alone is not enough to convict someone. The video proves that Lu Hao committed acts of violence, but the cause of death of the victim needs to be determined by a forensic examination, and the chain of evidence needs other supporting links. However, this is a key breakthrough for reopening the investigation. As long as I have this video, I can get the criminal investigation branch to reopen the case."

Lin Feng's fingers moved from the back of her neck to the sides of her shoulders, his thumbs gently pressing on her trapezius muscles.

From his vantage point, he could see Ye Qinghan's slightly open police uniform collar, with the top button of her white shirt fastened. However, because the two full breasts were so large, the fabric was stretched slightly, and a small section of the edge of her black lace bra and the deep cleavage below her collarbone could be seen from the edge of the collar.

He forced himself to focus on the massage, but his fingertips lingered for a moment longer on her smooth neck skin.

"I'm still searching for evidence. It's not easy to find witnesses; Zhao Cuicui is unwilling to appear in court, and most of the other witnesses are either too scared to speak or have been bribed. But there's still room for physical evidence—the police dispatch records from that year, the police report receipts, and the surveillance footage inside Jinbihuihuang after the incident. Even if these things have been destroyed, there will always be traces left behind."

Ye Qinghan nodded, leaned back in her chair, and looked up at him. "You're becoming more and more methodical in your work. If we can crack this case, we can not only take down Lu Hao, but also trace back to those who helped him suppress the case. I'll have someone check the old files to find out which police station handled the Jinbihuihuang case five years ago. Also, keep that video safe and don't let anyone touch it."

"But you must remember one thing—once you get the evidence, don't handle it yourself; hand it over to me immediately. Follow all proper procedures and don't give Lu Hao any opportunity to find fault with you."

Lin Feng's fingers stopped at the hollow of her shoulder.

He wanted to say something in response to her undisguised concern, but the words seemed superfluous. She wasn't someone who needed sweet words, and he hadn't gotten to where he was today through sweet words either.

He simply gave her a light squeeze on the shoulder.

"understood."

After leaving the Municipal Bureau, Lin Feng drove Ye Qinghan home.

Throughout the journey, Ye Qinghan leaned back in the passenger seat with her eyes closed, occasionally opening them to tell him about the recent personnel changes in the bureau.

When they arrived at the underground parking garage of Ye Qinghan's apartment complex, Lin Feng parked his car in the parking space downstairs from her building.

Shen Qianqian was at school; no one was home. Ye Qinghan unbuckled her seatbelt but didn't get out of the car. She turned her head to look at him, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something.

Lin Feng reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear behind her ear.

"You go up first. I'll make a few phone calls in the basement to arrange the next steps."

Ye Qinghan nodded, opened the car door and got out. When she reached the elevator, she looked back at him.

Lin Feng, sitting in the driver's seat, waved to her through the windshield. The elevator doors slowly closed behind her.

Lin Feng adjusted his seat back and took out his phone to call Kui Zi. The call was answered after two rings.

"Kui Zi, make arrangements on your end to find a breakthrough within the police station. Find out exactly which police station was involved in the 'Golden Splendor' case five years ago, and who handled it. There are definitely some people in the station who don't want to collude with Lu Hao; try to contact them!"

Kui Zi chuckled twice on the other end of the phone, saying that he was good at this kind of thing and had done a lot of similar work when he was working for Sister Hong.

He asked if they should also investigate Liu Ming's side. Lin Feng said not for now, let's get to the bottom of Lu Hao's line first.

He also instructed Kui Zi to take good care of Jun Zi, as the young man was all alone in Hehai with no relatives or friends, and to make sure nothing happened to him. Kui Zi said not to worry, he had already asked Brother Biao to arrange a single room for him.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng sent Yonghu a message, instructing him to temporarily scale back Shuntong Logistics' operations in Zijin City, transfer all vehicles back to Hehai, and not give Lu Hao's people any opportunity to take advantage. Yonghu replied instantly, "Received," without asking why.

After making these arrangements, he put his phone on the passenger seat, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

In my mind, I laid out the order of things to do next: first, restart the investigation; second, collect evidence; third, follow the clues; and fourth, deliver the final blow.

The more steadily these moves are made, the less chance Lu Hao and his backers will have of turning the tables.

The night was already deep, and the underground parking garage was quiet, with only the low hum of the fluorescent lights overhead and the occasional sound of cables sliding in the elevator shaft in the distance.

Lin Feng got out of the car, locked it, and walked towards the elevator. He pressed the up button, and the elevator doors slowly opened, letting warm yellow light stream into the car.

The elevator arrived at the floor where Ye Qinghan lived. He walked to the security door, where his fingerprints had been recorded earlier.

The door lock clicked open.

Pushing open the door and stepping inside, the living room lights were off, and the curtains were drawn tightly shut. Only a single beam of light from outside the window cast a thin, long, bright line on the floor.

Before I could even adjust to the darkness in the room, a warm body pounced on me from the side, carrying the steam from a recent shower and the faint scent of shower gel.

Ye Qinghan was barefoot, her hair wet and draped over her shoulders, wearing only a bath towel. The top edge of the towel was positioned at her chest, and her two full breasts bulged out from the edge of the towel, their white outlines vaguely visible in the darkness.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, pressed her lips to his lips, and let out a very soft, muffled groan from deep in her throat.

Lin Feng closed the door behind him, then pulled her close, his arm around her waist. The bath towel came undone as she moved, silently sliding onto the wooden floor of the entryway.