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

Ye Qinghan and I spent a peaceful and tender night together. We simply slept in each other's arms, our breaths mingling, like an old couple who had been together for many years, feeling secure and at ease.

Lin Feng woke up earlier than her and carefully pulled his arm out from under her neck, afraid of waking her.

She just turned over in a daze, buried her face in the pillow he had slept on, mumbled something inaudible in her sleep, and then fell into a deep sleep again, her hair brushing against the soft pillow.

He tiptoed into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out eggs, flour, and milk. He beat the eggs until smooth, sifted the flour, added milk, and mixed it into a smooth batter. He brushed a thin layer of oil on a frying pan, scooped a spoonful of batter, and spread it out in a circular motion, quickly frying it into a golden, fluffy pancake. He also fried two soft-boiled eggs and made a tomato egg soup; the soup was bright red, and the egg flowers were fluffy and tender.

"I've been rushing to eat lately, dealing with eggs every day. I should eat something better to nourish myself," he thought to himself, as he laid out his breakfast on the table.

Ye Qinghan was awakened by the aroma wafting from the kitchen. She put on a dark green silk robe, walked barefoot to the kitchen doorway, leaned lazily against the door frame, and watched Lin Feng's busy figure at the stove.

The robe was made of soft, flowing fabric, its neckline loosely open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin. The belt at her waist was loosely tied at her side, accentuating the soft lines of her waist. Morning light streamed in through the window, falling on her and casting a soft, velvety glow.

She tiptoed over, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressed her cheek against his warm back, and tiptoed to steal a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"I want every morning like this from now on. I want to wake up to the aroma of your cooking, instead of eating cold bread alone on an empty table. You have no idea how busy I used to be, always just grabbing a quick bite before heading out the door, sometimes not even having time for breakfast."

"Sure, as long as you don't mind that my breakfasts are always the same. Today it's just these few things: egg pancakes, fried eggs, and egg drop soup. It's like I'm obsessed with eggs."

"It doesn't matter if you're at odds with eggs, as long as we're not strangers." Ye Qinghan said, reaching out to pick up a freshly cooked egg pancake and stuffing it into her mouth. She gasped from the heat, fanning herself with her hand as she laughed, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes smoothing out, making her seem much softer than the serious bureau chief she usually was.

After finishing his meal, Ye Qinghan changed into a sharp uniform and meticulously styled his hair back into a bun, instantly transforming back into the powerful and stern-faced leader he once was.

They said goodbye in the entryway. She tiptoed and planted a light kiss on his lips, the scent of rice porridge lingering faintly. "I'll call you if you're free tonight," she whispered, before they each opened their doors and drove away.

Lin Feng returned to the company first, pushed open the office door, draped his coat over the back of the chair, and sat down to continue reviewing the stack of investigation materials about Chen Liangliang and Shanshui Group on the table.

I turned on my computer again and searched for keywords on local forums and several self-media platforms. There were many public reports about the Shanshui Group, almost all of which were positive—donating to education, helping the poor and needy, participating in disaster relief, and claiming to have invested tens of millions of yuan in charity every year.

The real money-making businesses are hidden beneath the surface: chain nightclubs, high-end hotels, four real estate projects, and of course, the most lucrative are government demolition and road construction projects.

There's an old saying that goes, "Golden bridges, silver roads, and copper houses." Apart from bridge projects, the Shanshui Group holds the other two, and their share is not small, so their economic strength should not be underestimated.

Just as he was engrossed in reading, the office door was gently pushed open. Wang Yue walked in carrying a tray, placed a warm cup of water on the corner of his desk, and then naturally sat down on his lap, gently placing one hand on his shoulder and opening her work notebook with the other.

Today she wore a dark gray bodycon mini skirt with black stockings featuring subtle patterns, which accentuated the smooth lines of her legs. The morning light shone on the stockings, giving them a soft, luminous glow.

"Mr. Lin, let me report to you about what happened yesterday afternoon. Ma Qingqing slept for several hours before waking up in a daze. She was startled to see that she was wearing my nightgown. I told her that she had drunk too much and was sweating a lot, and I was worried that she wouldn't be comfortable sleeping, so I helped her change. She didn't remember anything that had happened before, and kept apologizing to me, saying that she would never drink so much again. You didn't see her expression; she was both guilty and shy, and her ears were completely red. She was practically ready to write me a guarantee."

"You're getting better and better at handling things. But next time, don't encourage her to drink so much. It's bad for a girl's health to drink too much. Just let her have her fill."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I know what I'm doing. By the way, Ma Qingqing asked me if she said anything she shouldn't have last night. She vaguely remembered holding my hand and rambling on for a long time, but she couldn't remember what she said. I told her she didn't say anything, she just drank too much and went to sleep, and she breathed a sigh of relief and said that was good."

As Wang Yue spoke, she gently drew circles on his chest with her fingertips, her tone tinged with amusement. "Looks like I can invite her out more often in the future. Anyway, she has a low alcohol tolerance; she gets dizzy after a few drinks and doesn't remember anything when she wakes up. And I've noticed that she's especially well-behaved when she's drunk, very quiet. Last time was the same; she slept so soundly that I couldn't wake her up no matter how I called her."

"Just arrange it as you see fit, don't be too deliberate. Have you finished compiling the materials for the nutrition meal program? Remember to send the PPT for the meeting this afternoon to Lu Fei for verification beforehand. Also, take a copy of the new batch of black goji berry samples that arrived at the centralized procurement department to Ma Qingqing and have her send it to the testing center for component analysis. Just say it's routine sampling work, and don't let her overthink it."

"Understood. Her work performance has indeed been outstanding lately, and I also think she should be given more responsibility and more training. Last time, I had her independently liaise with Sister Zhou's suppliers, and Sister Zhou later called me specifically to praise her, saying that the tall girl in your company is meticulous and thoughtful, and the sample packaging she sent was also exquisite. By the way, Ma Qingqing also asked me if He Rui's resignation was related to the harassment she received before. I told her not to overthink it, that He Rui was dismissed by Minister Lu for failing to meet performance targets, and she seems to believe it."

"That's good. Let her work diligently; there will be plenty of opportunities later." Lin Feng said, gently patting her waist with a light touch, a hint of affection. "Go ahead and get busy; don't be late for the afternoon meeting."

Wang Yue smiled, leaned over and quickly kissed the corner of his mouth before sliding off his lap. She straightened her slightly wrinkled skirt and quietly left the office in her high heels.

Lin Feng picked up his phone and dialed Kui Zi's number. The phone rang several times before being answered. Kui Zi's voice came through the receiver, and in the background, the noise of traffic and vendors' cries could be faintly heard, indicating that he was outside.

"Brother Lin, we've arrived in Binzhou. This time, I only brought four trustworthy brothers, all veterans who have followed me through thick and thin, tight-lipped and quick-witted. Brother Biao has more men; Zijin City is a mixed bag of people, so he'll need to send more to gather information. The five of us will keep a low profile for now. Today, we've already started going to places where people are talkative—teahouses, mahjong parlors, labor markets—chatting and trying to get information out of people, trying to find out about the rumors of that Secretary Wang's pregnancy from back then. But after all these years, Secretary Wang is probably no longer in the area, and we haven't found any useful clues yet."