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

They spent the whole night cuddling at Ye Qinghan's house, barely sleeping at all.

Lin Feng noticed that Ye Qinghan's demeanor in bed was different from before; she seemed more and more natural.

Afterwards, she leaned against him, slowly drawing circles on his chest with her fingers, saying that every time she was with him, she felt like she was ten years younger.

Lin Feng woke up first the next morning.

Ye Qinghan was still lying on her side, the blanket had slipped down to her waist, revealing her smooth back and the outline of her shoulder blades.

Morning light streamed through the gap in the curtains, drawing a thin, golden line on her skin. She tiptoed out of bed, went to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator to take a look.

I took out eggs and bread, fried two eggs on the stove, toasted the bread, found an unopened jar of jam in the cupboard, scooped it out with a spoon and put it in a small dish.

I boiled a pot of water and made two cups of instant coffee. The whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of coffee and fried eggs.

Ye Qinghan walked out of the bedroom wearing a bathrobe, her hair disheveled and hanging over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing makeup, and there were traces of not sleeping well last night around her eyes, but her overall appearance was relaxed.

Leaning against the kitchen door frame, I watched Lin Feng busy at the stove, watching him scoop the fried eggs out of the pan and put them on a plate, and then use chopsticks to scrape off the burnt edges of the bread, his movements so practiced as if he had done it countless times.

"It's been so long since anyone made me breakfast." She walked behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and pressed her face against his back.

The collar of his robe was open, and he could feel her warm body pressed against his back. He whispered a thank you.

Lin Feng placed the last slice of toast on the plate, turned around, hugged her, and kissed her forehead. "Eat it while it's hot, the bread will get hard when it cools down."

The two sat down facing each other at the dining table, and Ye Qinghan picked up a piece of toast and took a bite. Suddenly, she remembered that the last time she had breakfast made for her by someone else was when Shen Qianqian was a child.

At that time, Qianqian was in elementary school. Every day, she would get up early to make breakfast for Qianqian and then take her to school. Qianqian couldn't cook; she only knew how to heat milk in the oven. Once, she had a fever and couldn't get out of bed.

Qianqian heated up some milk herself and brought it to her bedside. Half a cup of milk spilled onto the tray, but she drank it all. Later, when Qianqian grew up, she no longer needed to get up early to make breakfast.

"I've been living alone for so many years, I'm used to it. But this morning when I woke up and saw a figure on the stove frying eggs for me, I suddenly realized that the feeling of being cared for is really different."

Lin Feng poked the yolk of the fried egg on her plate with chopsticks, letting the yolk flow out and stick to the bread. "This is called a sunny-side-up egg. The yolk has to be flowing to taste good."

Ye Qinghan lowered her head and wiped the corner of her eye with her finger. Then she picked up her chopsticks and, imitating him, poked the yolk open. She dipped her bread in the egg liquid and put it in her mouth. The curve of her lips was particularly beautiful in the morning light.

After finishing his meal, Ye Qinghan changed into his police uniform, put his hair up, and transformed back into the expressionless Director Ye.

While she was changing her shoes in the entryway, Lin Feng straightened her collar and gently pressed his fingers on the back of her neck.

She turned around, tiptoed, and quickly touched his lips with her own, her voice low but gentle.

"Be careful. Call me anytime if anything happens."

After leaving Ye Qinghan's house, Lin Feng drove directly to Baijinhai. Shangguan Jinghong was already waiting in her office. She sat behind her desk with a map of Zijin City spread out in front of her, several locations marked in red.

The headquarters of China Real Estate Group, Lu Hao's private villa, the magnificent KTV, and several private clubs where Lu Hao frequently frequented.

Next to the map was a printed list, a summary of intelligence reports that had been coming back from Zijin City over the past few days.

Today she wore a dark gray long-sleeved shirt, and unusually, only the second button was fastened, revealing a small section of fair skin below her collarbone and the thin silver chain around her neck.

The pendant on the chain was a small, exquisite silver wing, which Lin Feng had casually given her last time. She wears it every day now, even when she sleeps.

Lin Feng briefly recounted the gains from his trip to Guangnan: they had obtained Zhao Cuicui's video, and now they had a crucial breakthrough in the case of Lu Hao's rape and death of Xiao Fang at Jinbihuihuang five years ago.

Ye Qinghan agreed to reopen the investigation, but a single video is not enough to form a complete chain of evidence; physical evidence needs to be collected from more sources.

His intention was to continue sending more people to Zijin City, both to gather more evidence of Lu Hao's crimes and to plant spies within the Jinbihuihuang complex.

Kui Zi's gang of brothers used to be involved in the underworld in Hehai, and they were experts at gathering information from all sorts of people.

Shangguan Jinghong leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. After listening, she instructed Kui Zi to select another group of reliable people to go in batches, not to concentrate in one place, but to spread them out and live in various districts of Zijin City.

He also instructed Brother Biao to personally lead a few old brothers over to Zijin City to oversee the situation, as Kui Zi alone couldn't manage so many lines.

"This attack on Lu Hao isn't just about venting our anger; it's also about establishing our authority in Zijin City. Zhongfang has been deeply entrenched in Zijin City for many years, and its relationship with Mayor Liu is extremely complex. Uprooting it won't be a matter of a day or two. But as long as the chain of evidence is complete enough, even Mayor Liu can't protect Lu Hao."

After leaving Bai Jinhai, Lin Feng went back to Shuke Group. His absence from the company during this period had impacted many business operations.

The project in Zijin City was thrown into disarray by Lu Hao, causing several partners on the Hehai side to become hesitant and uncertain. The atmosphere in the company was noticeably gloomy; although everyone was present in the office area, it felt like something was missing.

As Lin Feng walked down the corridor, he noticed several employees from the business department whispering to each other. When they saw him approaching, they immediately stopped talking, their forced smiles looking somewhat strained.

Lin Feng instructed Lu Fei to notify all department heads to attend an emergency meeting in the small conference room. The conference room was sparsely populated, with key personnel from the business, finance, engineering, and administration departments all present.

Lin Feng didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point, explaining the current situation.

"There have indeed been some issues in Zijin City, which have temporarily hampered the company's business expansion, but this was within my expectations. No startup is without its challenges; encountering setbacks is nothing to be ashamed of, what's truly frightening is giving up at the first sign of trouble. I'm already working on resolving the situation in Zijin City, and things should become clearer within a week at most. The company is operating normally; projects that need to be pushed forward will continue, and negotiations with clients will continue. Your efforts in doing your jobs well are the greatest support you can give me."

After the meeting ended, everyone gradually left the conference room, and the expressions of several salespeople were noticeably more relaxed than before the meeting.

Lin Feng had barely sat down in his office when there was a knock on the door. Wang Yue pushed the door open and came in, placing a freshly made glass of water on his desk. She then stood in front of the desk, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her work shirt.