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

Kui Zi was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then his tone became very serious, telling him to keep an eye on things and report any developments immediately, and that he would contact President Lin right away. After hanging up, Kui Zi immediately dialed Lin Feng's number.

Yuan Hui smoked almost three cigarettes downstairs. Several cigarette butts had already piled up at his feet, the white filters covered in night dew and dirt.

Looking up at the dark window on the third floor, I clutched the key in my pocket, my palms sweaty.

Two voices were fighting in my head. One said that it was still not too late to turn back before I went in, while the other said that it was unfair that rich people could do whatever they wanted. Why was it that he had been pursuing her for years and hadn't even gotten a kiss, while that boss could get her to treat him to dinner with just a glance?

He threw the third cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his shoe, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the residential area.

After walking about several dozen meters, he stopped again, gritted his teeth, stuffed his phone back into his pocket, turned around, and strode into the apartment building.

One of the motion-activated lights in the hallway turned on, casting a dim yellow light on the mottled wall.

Holding onto the stair railing, I walked up the stairs step by step, my steps light and slow, and with each step I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears.

Upon reaching the third floor, he stopped in front of the familiar security door, took a deep breath, and pulled the duplicated key from his pocket.

His fingers trembled as he aimed the key at the lock, trying twice before inserting it. With a gentle turn, the sound of the lock cylinder turning was exceptionally clear in the quiet stairwell.

The door opened a crack, and he peered inside—the room was pitch black, the curtains weren't fully drawn, and a ray of streetlight shone through the gap onto the living room sofa.

Perhaps because it was too hot, the balcony window was open, and occasionally a night breeze blew in, lifting the hem of the curtains.

Wang Yue was sleeping on the living room sofa. She was wearing a light blue cotton nightgown, the hem of which was rolled up to mid-thigh. Her two long legs, covered in flesh-colored stockings, were casually draped over the sofa armrests, her ankles crossed, and one of her slippers had fallen to the floor.

Her hair was spread out on the pillow, her breathing was steady and deep, and she was completely unaware of what was about to happen.

Yuan Hui gently pushed open the door and slipped inside.

Unaware that the key was still in the lock, the door was not completely closed, leaving a barely visible gap.

All attention was drawn to the two long legs on the sofa. When the calves were slightly curled up, the curve of the knees appeared particularly soft under the stockings.

He swallowed hard, tiptoed to the sofa, squatted down, and reached out to touch Wang Yue's hair that was scattered on the pillow.

Perhaps it's a woman's sixth sense.

With the balcony window open and the door just opened, the living room suddenly became cooler. A gentle night breeze blew by, and Wang Yue vaguely sensed an unfamiliar scent in the air.

The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and men's sweat.

She frowned, slowly opened her eyes, and with the light filtering through the curtains, saw Yuan Hui's face squatting in front of her.

For a moment, she thought she was still having a nightmare. When she finally realized this wasn't a dream, she sprang up, her back slamming against the sofa armrest with a thud, and then she started screaming wildly.

"Yuan Hui? How did you get in here! Get out! Get out!"

Yuan Hui was startled by her sudden scream and instinctively lunged forward to cover her mouth. Wang Yue struggled desperately, kicking her legs wildly on the sofa, her fingernails scratching several bloody marks on his face.

Yuan Hui was kicked several times by her, and his chin was hit hard, making him wince in pain, but the alcohol and his long-suppressed desire made him not care about that at all.

He straddled Wang Yue, pressing one hand firmly against her shoulder while using the other to pull at the neckline of her nightgown, muttering incoherent curses.

He was saying, "I've been chasing you for so long and we haven't even kissed. That boss has only known you for a few days and you've already gotten him to take you home."

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Before Yuan Hui could turn around, the door was opened.

Oops!

I forgot to take the key out of the lock.

Lin Feng appeared at the door and glanced at the scene in the living room—Yuan Hui was straddling Wang Yue, the neckline of Wang Yue's nightgown was torn, and her face was covered in tears and fear.

Then, he took two steps to the sofa, grabbed Yuan Hui by the back of his collar, and yanked him off Wang Yue. Yuan Hui was thrown into the air and slammed his back heavily onto the floor. Before he could even scream, Lin Feng's fist came crashing down.

One punch landed on his cheekbone, and another on his lip. Yuan Hui's head tilted to one side, and a gash appeared on his lip, blood streaming down his chin.

Lin Feng pulled him up from the ground and pinned him against the wall, one hand gripping his neck while the other pulled out his phone and dialed the police.

Yuan Hui was pressed against the wall, his face against the cold wall, and he was still repeating the same sentence incoherently.

"Why...why do you get to—"

Lin Feng ignored him and briefly called the police into his phone. After making the call, he twisted Yuan Hui's hands behind his back and used his knee to press against his waist, rendering him unable to move. Then he turned to look at Wang Yue, who was still trembling on the sofa.

"It's alright. The police will be here soon."

Wang Yue curled up in the corner of the sofa, hugging her shoulders. The neckline of her nightgown was pulled askew, revealing a large expanse of her fair shoulders and collarbone.

Tears streamed down her face silently, and she trembled uncontrollably. She tried to say something, but her lips kept shaking, and she couldn't utter a single word.

The police arrived quickly.

Several uniformed police officers dragged Yuan Hui, whose face was covered in blood, from the ground, handcuffed him, and pushed him toward the door.

As Yuan Hui left, he glanced back at Wang Yue. His eyes held resentment, anger, and a hint of despair at finally losing something completely.

Lin Feng briefly explained the situation to the police, and then sent a message to Ye Qinghan, giving a general overview of the nature of the case and the scene.

Ye Qinghan replied instantly: "I will keep an eye on this case." With Director Ye personally overseeing the case, there is no possibility that it will be treated lightly in terms of procedures.

After the police left, the house became quiet again. Wang Yue was still curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees and burying her face in them, her shoulders twitching occasionally.

One of her slippers had been kicked off during the struggle, while the other was still hanging on her toes. Lin Feng picked up the key from the floor and placed it on the coffee table. Then he went to the kitchen, poured a cup of hot water, and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.

"Drink some water."

Wang Yue slowly raised her head, her face streaked with tears, her eyes red, and her lips trembling slightly. She picked up her water glass and took a small sip. The hot water slid down her throat, sending shivers down her spine. Then, as if her bones had been removed, she suddenly rushed over and hugged Lin Feng, bursting into tears.

She was crying so hard her whole body was trembling, her fingers gripping the back of his shirt tightly, her face buried in his chest, wiping her tears and snot all over his clothes.

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, then gently placed a hand on her back and patted her slowly like he was coaxing a child.