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

"Uncle, have a smoke and try it."

The old man nodded; this cigarette didn't look cheap at all.

He took the cigarette out from behind his ear, looked at it again, then put it back in his pocket. He patted Raymond Lam on the shoulder and said, "You're a thoughtful young man."

Several elderly people nearby nodded in agreement, their gazes towards Lin Feng shifting from scrutiny to approval. They'd seen plenty of young people driving luxury cars back to the village these days, but very few were willing to kneel down to peel candy wrappers for children or offer cigarettes to the elderly.

An elderly man with a missing front tooth took the cigarette but couldn't bear to smoke it. He held it under his nose and smelled it again and again, then gave him a thumbs up: "This young man is good!"

Lin Feng smiled and chatted with the old man for a few minutes, asking how the harvest was this year and how easy it was to travel up the mountain.

Wang Yue stood by and watched him chat with a group of elderly people, feeling a surge of inexplicable warmth in her heart.

Lin Feng could have stayed in his air-conditioned office with floor-to-ceiling windows in Hehai City, signing contracts, but instead he traveled thousands of miles to accompany her to this small mountain village where even cell phone signal is not very good.

He's clearly wealthy, yet he's willing to squat by the mud wall, chatting with a group of elderly people and peeling candy wrappers for the children. In the office, he's a boss whom everyone respects, but here he's like a friendly older brother next door.

"President Lin—Lin Feng." She called out to him, her voice much softer than usual. "Let's go, we're almost there."

Wang Yue's old house is located at the very end of the village. The branches of the old locust tree at the gate of the courtyard extend over the wall, and there is a rattan chair under the tree with a faded floral cushion on it.

Several patches of white plaster had peeled off the courtyard wall, revealing yellow adobe bricks underneath. In the corner of the wall were piles of firewood and a rusty hand pump.

Before I even reached the door, a middle-aged woman in a floral shirt quickly came out to greet me. Her hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, her face was tanned dark, and her hands bore the rough lines left by years of farm work.

Upon seeing Wang Yue, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. She quickly walked over, took her daughter's hand, and looked her up and down, muttering, "You've lost weight, you've lost weight again."

"Mom, I'm eating and sleeping well in the city, and I've even gained several pounds." Wang Yue was spun around by her mother several times, and she couldn't help but laugh and push her mother's hand away.

Only then did the Queen Mother notice Lin Feng standing behind her daughter. She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping back and forth between her daughter and the unfamiliar young man several times.

Her daughter had mentioned on the phone that the boss was coming, but she hadn't expected this "boss" to be so young and energetic. Moreover—she glanced at Lin Feng's leather shoes and the large bags he was carrying—this was clearly not the kind of entourage a regular colleague would give a ride to.

"Hello, Auntie. My name is Lin Feng." Lin Feng stepped forward and bowed slightly, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant. "I'm Wang Yue's boyfriend. I came back with her specifically to celebrate her grandmother's birthday. We came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything fancy, so these are just a small token of my appreciation."

The Queen Mother was a little stunned by this sudden identity and turned to look at her daughter.

Wang Yue blushed and nodded gently, her voice soft but clear: "Mom, he's my boyfriend. He's always taken good care of me in the city."

Coming to her senses, Wang's mother quickly ushered Lin Feng into the house, calling out towards the kitchen as she went, "Old Wang, come out quickly! Yueyue brought her boyfriend home!"

A thin, middle-aged man poked his head out of the kitchen, wearing a faded apron and holding a spatula with garlic and oil on it.

She was clearly busy cooking, her brow still covered in sweat. She paused for several seconds upon seeing Lin Feng, then placed the spatula on the stove, quickly walked over, wiped her hands with her apron, and awkwardly extended her hand.

His fingers were as rough as sandpaper, and there were several cracks in his palms.

"Hello, Uncle." Lin Feng grasped the rough hand and shook it gently.

"Hello, hello, you must be tired from your journey. Please have a seat." Mr. Wang said, his smile impossible to hide, but he didn't know what to say to this young man from the city.

He turned to move a stool and then to pour water, busy for a while before realizing he was still wearing an apron. Wang Yue came to her father's rescue, saying, "Dad, don't bother, he's not an outsider."

Lin Feng put the bags he was carrying on the table, chatted with Wang's father for a few minutes, asked him how the harvest was this year, when the village roads were repaired, and whether the bamboo forest on the mountain belonged to the collective.

At first, Mr. Wang was a little nervous, but as they chatted, he found that Lin Feng could talk about anything, and his attitude gradually became more natural. He took the initiative to ask him what kind of business he did in the city and whether he was tired.

Watching Lin Feng chat with her father, Wang Yue felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her. He didn't look down on the poverty of the place, didn't put on airs like a boss, and didn't sit in a chair waiting to be served.

She took the initiative to shake hands with her dad, initiated conversations, and praised her mom's cooking.

This touched her more than when she received bank cards and gifts—those were material gifts. What he gave her now was respect, equality, and the attitude of treating her family as his own.

The Queen Mother came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced ​​watermelon. Seeing the two chatting animatedly, she sat down as well.

Just now, Wang Yue secretly asked her daughter in the kitchen, "Is this young man really your boyfriend? Or did you rent him in the city?" Her mother made Wang Yue laugh in exasperation. Given Lin Feng's net worth, he couldn't possibly afford to rent him!

Only then did Wang's mother feel relieved, but she still felt like she was dreaming. Her daughter had found a rich and handsome boyfriend in the city and even drove back to celebrate her grandmother's birthday.

I've never seen such a person in real life except on TV. In the past, some girls from the village who went out to work brought back a few sons-in-law from the city, but those were all divorced men several years older than the girls, or they were so poor that they were forced to marry into the family.

I've never even heard of someone as young, handsome, and rich as Raymond Lam, let alone seen him.

"Xiao Lin, sit down for a while, I'll go cook a couple more dishes. Old Wang, bring in that recliner from the yard, so Xiao Lin can sit in it comfortably." Wang's mother stood up and walked towards the kitchen, then looked back at Lin Feng, becoming more and more satisfied with what she saw.

Lin Feng stood up and helped Wang's father move the recliner into the house. Then he went to the table and helped Wang Yue sort and organize the health products and medicines she had taken from the car.

The box was covered in English labels. Mr. Wang picked it up and looked at it over and over for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what it was for.

Lin Feng said he would give these things to his grandmother and uncles and aunts to help them recover. Then he took out the folding wheelchair and unfolded it in the yard to demonstrate to Wang's father how to adjust the backrest angle, how to use the brakes, and how to fold it away.

Mr. Wang pushed the wheelchair around the yard several times, his movements were awkward at first, but he gradually got the hang of it.

She suddenly stopped while pushing, looked up at Lin Feng, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only said, "It works pretty well."

Lin Feng didn't point out the slight redness around his eyes, only saying that it was good to use and that it would make it much easier to take his grandmother out to sunbathe in the future.

Mr. Wang nodded, carefully parked the wheelchair against the wall, and covered it with a plastic sheet.

After dinner, it was completely dark. We chatted for a few minutes and then went to rest.