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

"Aunt Ye."

"Lin Feng, are you free right now? Come to this place, I'll send you my location. Someone will pick you up at the entrance, just park your car in the parking lot outside." Ye Qinghan's voice came through the receiver.

Lin Feng didn't ask any further questions.

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at the location sent to him and frowned slightly. The address was not in the city center, and it was not even within the area he was familiar with on the map.

When I arrived at the location indicated by the GPS, I found it to be a very secluded area. It was surrounded by tall camphor trees, and at the entrance there was only an inconspicuous guard post with security personnel in black uniforms standing at the door.

The other person walked to the car window, asked his name, whispered a few words into the walkie-talkie, and then let him go, while indicating that he should park the car in the parking lot next door, where someone would valet park it.

As soon as Lin Feng parked his car, a young man wearing a Chinese-style short shirt came up to him and led him to an electric shuttle bus.

The car drove along a winding asphalt road, with lush trees on both sides. There were no signs, and security personnel could be seen hiding behind the bushes every now and then.

After driving for several minutes, the view suddenly opened up. Several Chinese palace-style buildings were nestled among the mountains and forests, with gray tiles, white walls, and upturned eaves, understated yet elegant.

The people coming and going were all dressed in Chinese clothing. Some carried tea trays through the corridor, while others stood in the courtyard talking in hushed tones. When they saw Lin Feng, they simply nodded slightly without giving him any extra attention.

The shuttle bus stopped in front of a detached two-story building. The young man leading the way guided Lin Feng through the front hall and into a wooden corridor, at the end of which was a pair of carved wooden doors.

He knocked lightly on the door twice, then stepped aside and gestured for me to come in.

Lin Feng pushed open the door and immediately saw Ye Qinghan standing in front of the tea table by the window.

The other person had changed into an outfit he had never seen before: a strapless long dress in the style of the Tang Dynasty, with a light gauze robe draped over it.

The dress was a deep emerald green, with a subtle, dark sheen in the fabric. The strapless design accentuated her full breasts, revealing large swathes of her radiant white skin. The deep cleavage below her collarbone was faintly visible under the light.

Her hair wasn't styled in a bun, but rather casually tied back with a jade hairpin, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears. Combined with this outfit, she looked both dignified and charming.

When Ye Qinghan saw him come in, she stood up, turned around and looked at him. She took off the gauze-sleeved shirt she was wearing and hung it on the clothes rack next to her. The neckline of her strapless dress was now fully exposed in front of him.

"Does this outfit look good? This club only caters to internal staff, so I can wear whatever I want." She walked up to him, looked up at him, and a rare mischievous glint in her eyes. "I remember the first time I saw you at the yoga studio, you got a nosebleed after seeing me. I knew then that you couldn't resist my physique."

"I'd never seen anything this big before; I thought it was fake."

"And now? Do you still think it's fake?" Ye Qinghan took his hand and placed it on her chest.

"I've checked the goods, they're definitely genuine." Lin Feng smiled.

Ye Qinghan laughed and slapped his hand away, then turned and walked deeper into the room. The interior of the room was decorated entirely in a Chinese style, with several ink landscape paintings hanging on the walls, an antique-style floor lamp standing in the corner, and a faint sandalwood fragrance in the air.

In the center of the room stood a dark mahogany round table, on which several exquisite dishes were laid out. The bowls and chopsticks were made of blue and white porcelain, and even the chopstick rests were delicate ceramic pieces.

Ye Qinghan pulled Lin Feng to the table, and the two sat down facing each other.

Sitting opposite him, with almost no bending over, a large expanse of fair skin on her chest was exposed from the edge of her strapless top, gleaming with a delicate sheen under the light.

She picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of steamed sea bass in Lin Feng's bowl.

"Has Qianqian arrived in Kyoto yet?"

"It's just been delivered to the airport, it'll probably take another three or four hours."

Ye Qinghan remained silent for a moment, her fingers slowly circling the rim of the teacup. She sighed, her voice lower than before.

"I'm not a good mother. Qianqian was raised by her maternal grandfather from a young age. Back then, I was working overtime at the bureau every day and could only go home a few times a month. After her father passed away, I threw myself into my work even more, thinking that burying myself in case files would stop me from thinking about those messy things. Now that she's grown up and has you, I don't know how to get along with her anymore."

As she spoke, she looked up at Lin Feng, a vulnerability rarely seen on her face, "Especially now that I'm still in this relationship with you. Every time I see Qianqian smiling so happily with your arm around mine, I feel conflicted."

"Qianqian has never blamed you. She often tells me that you are busy with work and asks me to be more understanding. Last time at my maternal grandfather's house in Qingyuan, she secretly told me that she felt you were much gentler than before, and that you used to never cook, but now you can actually make soup."

Upon hearing the words "stewed soup," Ye Qinghan quickly withdrew her thought. "The less she blames me, the more I feel indebted to her. Never mind, let's not talk about this anymore. I called you here today because there's something important I need to discuss with you."

He picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of braised pork rib on Lin Feng's plate. Then he put down his chopsticks, placed his hands on the table, and his expression became serious.

After taking office as deputy mayor, the work was basically sorted out. Every day was just about attending meetings and approving documents, which was much easier than when I was in the Public Security Bureau.

Then, the conversation shifted to Shen Ping's recent situation. Shen Ping is the Director of the Public Security Bureau of Jiangbei Province and also the older brother of her husband, Shen Hui.

With the leadership reshuffle approaching, Shen Ping has been preparing to run for the position of Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission.

However, there is a thorny issue. Vice Governor Chen Liangliang is Shen Ping's rival. The two previously oversaw their respective regions and rarely clashed. But now that the old Party Secretary is about to retire, these two are the most likely successors.

Although there are still a few months until the leadership transition, both sides have already begun to secretly compete, and neither side wants to lose at this critical juncture.

"I received a call from Shen Ping yesterday. He seemed to have guessed about my relationship with you. He didn't say it outright, but just said he wanted to ask you for a favor. Last time you destroyed Zuo Ning's forces in one fell swoop, he saw your ability and felt that there were some things that he couldn't do himself, and it was most appropriate for you to do them."

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