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

Lin Feng left Wang Yue's apartment after a short while. Although he lingered around Ma Qingqing while she was drunk, he never crossed the final line.

He's not in a hurry for this kind of thing; it's like a good dish that needs to be simmered slowly to develop its flavor.

In any case, Wang Yue has already firmly planted himself in the procurement department, and Ma Qingqing cannot escape his grasp.

Tonight is just a preliminary inspection, to measure this incredible figure and see if it's the real deal.

The conclusion is: it's even more stunning than the photos and videos.

He drove to a neighborhood he had never heard of before, following the location sent by Ye Qinghan.

Ye Qinghan had recently rented this apartment complex, and security was extremely tight. The security guards at the entrance stood ramrod straight and only allowed people in after verifying their identities.

It's only a ten-minute drive from the municipal government building and next to the armed police detachment. Most of the residents here are cadres and their families from municipal government departments, so it's difficult for strangers to blend in.

When he's too busy with work to go home, he comes here to spend the night. Lin Feng parked his car in the underground garage, took the elevator upstairs, pressed the keypad lock, and pushed the door open.

This is a small apartment with one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom, and one kitchen. Although it is not large, it is decorated very warmly.

A light gray blanket was spread on the sofa in the living room, and a bouquet of fresh lilies was placed on the coffee table, with water droplets still clinging to the petals.

The photos hanging on the wall made Lin Feng stand in the entryway for several seconds in a daze; they were all photos of him and Ye Qinghan together.

Each photo was carefully framed, and the frames were chosen with great care, showing that thoughtful selection was put into them.

Lin Feng stood in front of the photo wall and looked at each photo one by one. He found that Ye Qinghan was smiling in every photo, and she really regarded this place as their little home.

Lin Feng was engrossed in watching when he heard the sound of a combination lock opening behind him.

Ye Qinghan pushed open the door and came in, wearing a dark blue police uniform with the epaulettes of a third-level police superintendent on his shoulders. His hair was tied up behind his head, and his face showed signs of fatigue from working overtime.

She kicked off her high heels in the entryway, took off her coat and hung it on the hanger. When she saw Lin Feng standing in the living room, she suddenly felt as if she had taken off all her armor.

She walked over quickly, opened her arms and threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest and rubbing against him. Her voice was muffled, with a hint of coquettishness that she only showed in front of her closest loved ones.

"We had a meeting that lasted for several hours today. The rectification plan for the accident in the industrial park was revised several times. The leaders in charge were arguing fiercely in the meeting, and I was getting a headache just listening to them. Halfway through the meeting, I secretly checked my phone, wanting to send you a message, but I was afraid you would find me annoying."

Her fingers gripped the back of his shirt tightly, as if trying to melt all the weariness of the day into this embrace. "Later, Shen Ping called me again to ask about the progress of your investigation. I told him it was all arranged, and he was relieved. Tell me, when will this clandestine lifestyle ever end?"

"Once Shen Ping takes over and Chen Liangliang falls from power, you can step down to the sidelines. Then we can go wherever we want without worrying about being watched."

"Then I'll be waiting. When the time comes, I'll replace this whole wall with photos of us abroad—the Eiffel Tower, Venice, Mount Fuji. I want you to come with me to travel the whole world. Come on, let me show you." She stepped out of Lin Feng's arms, took his hand, and began to tour this little world that belonged to just the two of them.

The bedroom wasn't large, but it was very clean. On the bedside table sat a small, warm yellow lamp and a half-open public security work bulletin.

The wardrobe was opened, revealing two layers. One layer held her casual clothes and a few spare police uniforms, while the other layer was empty, containing only a few hangers.

Ye Qinghan pointed to the empty cabinet and said it was prepared for him so that he could put a few changes of clothes here in case he worked overtime until midnight and could come over to stay.

The kitchen is small but fully equipped, with spice bottles neatly stacked on the stove and the refrigerator crammed with ingredients.

There were two mouthwash cups in the bathroom, one blue and one pink. The pink one was for her, and the blue one was for him. The toothbrushes were already inserted.

These small details warmed Lin Feng's heart. This mayor, who was decisive, cold and selfless in the officialdom, had thought of every detail when arranging this small home.

After touring the place, the two sat down on the sofa in the living room. Ye Qinghan leaned on Lin Feng's shoulder and slowly drew circles on his knee with her fingers.

Have you had dinner yet?

"Not yet. I just came straight here from the company. What about you?"

"I just ate some bread during the meeting this afternoon. I'm tired of the cafeteria food, and I've ordered all the takeout options nearby. I was thinking of going home and cooking some instant noodles, but then you showed up." Ye Qinghan looked up at him, her eyes filled with anticipation. "How about we eat out? There's a new Sichuan restaurant nearby, and my colleague said it's pretty good."

"No need, there's food in the fridge. I'll cook for you." Lin Feng stood up and walked to the kitchen. He opened the fridge door and looked inside. There were eggs, garlic sprouts, a small piece of lean meat, a few scallions, and a bag of frozen crayfish in the freezer.

Take the ingredients out and put them on the stove, then roll up your sleeves and get to work.

Ye Qinghan leaned against the kitchen door frame and watched him cut the garlic shoots into even pieces, sliced ​​the lean meat into strips and mixed it with starch, thawed the crayfish, blanched them and drained them, heated the oil in the pot, sautéed the minced garlic until fragrant, added the crayfish and stir-fried them, added dried chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, and instantly the kitchen was filled with the aroma of numbing spiciness.

Suddenly, I felt a little sore in my nose.

She has eaten countless meals in her life, but apart from her mother, Lin Feng is the only person who would cook for her.

Ye Qinghan hugged his waist from behind and pressed her face against his back.

"Stir-fried garlic sprouts with pork and spicy crayfish are my favorite dishes. How did you know I wanted to eat crayfish? I had some in Qingyuan last time, but I was too embarrassed to say I wanted to eat it again."

"I remembered that you ate most of a plate when we ate in Qingyuan last time. I've been meaning to make it for you ever since, but I've never had the time. Luckily, I had some in the fridge today, so I made it for you. From now on, just tell me what you want to eat. Don't always make do with bread; it's not nutritious."

Ye Qinghan didn't answer, but simply hugged him tighter. Her eyes were slightly red, but she stubbornly held back her tears.

It's been many years since I've been taken care of like this. Ever since Shen Hui left, I've been supporting the whole family by myself, taking care of Qianqian, my work, and everyone else.

I was used to being the one taking care of others, until I met Raymond Lam.

After finishing their meal, Ye Qinghan cleared away the dishes and took Lin Feng to the bathroom. The bathtub wasn't big, and the two of them squeezed together, feeling a bit cramped, but neither of them wanted to separate.

Ye Qinghan leaned against him, the hot water overflowing her chest, a thick layer of white foam floating on the surface. She scooped up a handful of foam and smeared it on the tip of his nose, her smile smoothing out the fine lines around her eyes.

Her two full breasts were faintly visible beneath the water's surface, and her foam-covered skin shone white under the warm light of the bathroom heater. A water droplet, still clinging to her collarbone, remained unrinsed.

After taking a shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and came out of the bathroom first. When Lin Feng dried himself off and walked into the bedroom, she had already turned the bedside lamp to the dimmest setting. The warm yellow light fell on the light gray sheets, enveloping the whole room in a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere.

He lay naked on his side on the bed, propping his head up with one hand and patting the empty space next to him with the other, signaling Lin Feng to come up.