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

Qingxi Town is nestled deep in the hills of the southwestern corner of Jiangnan Province. It takes more than two hours to drive along winding mountain roads from the city center to reach it.

The town is small, with a main street running along the river. Old houses with white walls and gray tiles stand on both sides of the bluestone road, and bamboo trays are laid out in front of each household to dry tea leaves. The air is filled with the faint aroma of roasted tea.

The town is surrounded by rolling hills, with tea plantations layered upon layer covering the mountains, creating a serene landscape that seems to have been forgotten by time.

Lin Feng came alone.

Kui Zi and his brothers stayed in Binzhou, investigating the aftermath of the highway collapse while deliberately operating under the noses of Chen's spies to draw attention to them.

He had been in Qingxi Town for two days. Every day he would stroll back and forth along the main street, sit in the teahouse for half a day, go to the river to watch people fishing, and occasionally chat with the locals who sold tea.

My phone has a photo of Wang Yuqing from six years ago. She has long hair and is wearing a white shirt, standing in front of the municipal government office building. She looks young and pretty.

After two days of exploring, I didn't see a single face that looked similar in the crowd. The town isn't small; it would take another two days to thoroughly explore it.

In six years, a person's appearance will naturally change, let alone since she deliberately concealed her identity, her hairstyle and clothes must have changed long ago.

Lin Feng knew he couldn't rush things, but Ye Qinghan's phone call last night weighed heavily on his mind: Chen Liangliang had already noticed Shen Ping's actions behind the scenes, and the power struggle between the two sides was escalating step by step. If the Chen family made the first move, the whole situation would be put on the defensive.

After hanging up the phone, he leaned against the headboard of the hotel bed and smoked half a pack of cigarettes before finally managing to close his eyes in the early hours of the morning.

That afternoon, he went into a teahouse by the river again. The window seat had a good view, with the entire river in sight.

Outside the window is a typical Jiangnan scene: the river water is as blue as jade, the white walls and black tiles on both banks are reflected in the water, the terraced tea gardens in the distance are layered around the mountains, and a few egrets are circling low close to the water.

He slowly sipped his tea, pondering his next move.

Asking about it rashly is absolutely not advisable.

The town is too small; it would be too conspicuous for an outsider to ask so many questions everywhere.

If Wang Yuqing is really here, the Chen family might also be looking for her. His random wandering around is just like giving directions to others.

Just as I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard the sound of children playing on the other side of the river.

Three little boys squatted on the riverbank, splashing water with bamboo poles, their laughter carried across the river on the wind. Lin Feng turned his gaze to the mist swirling around the tea mountains in the distance.

Suddenly, with a "splash," water erupted, followed by a child's piercing scream, shattering the tranquility of the river.

"Xiaoyu fell! Xiaoyu fell!"

Lin Feng abruptly put down his teacup and looked out the window. On the river, a little boy was struggling desperately, his head bobbing up and down, his small hands flailing wildly in the water, already swept several meters away by the current.

The other two children were terrified and stood on the shore screaming, their voices distorted.

Without a second thought, Lin Feng climbed over the wooden railing of the teahouse and plunged into the river. The water didn't look deep, but the current was much faster than he had expected. The stone slabs at the bottom were covered with slippery moss and scattered with broken glass and rubble, presumably household garbage washed down from upstream.

He swam over with all his might, grabbed the child by the back of the collar, lifted him out of the water, and swam against the current towards the shore.

Just as I stepped on a protruding rock and prepared to exert force, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the sole of my left foot, as if a shard of glass had been deeply embedded in it.

The icy river water poured into his wound, causing him to groan in pain, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. Gritting his teeth, he didn't let go, gripping the child's collar tightly with one arm, while desperately paddling with the other, dragging the child to the stone steps on the bank.

As soon as I stepped ashore, a stream of bright red blood flowed down my soaked trouser leg, leaving a trail of dark red footprints on the bluish-gray stone slab.

The little boy choked on several mouthfuls of water and collapsed on the stone steps, wailing loudly. He seemed to be alright, just very frightened.

Just then, a woman stumbled across the river, wearing only one slipper; the other was nowhere to be found.

She knelt down and pulled the child into her arms, frantically patting his face and body with her hands, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Xiaoyu! You scared Mommy to death! Does anything hurt? Tell Mommy, where does it hurt?"

The child cried and shook his head, clinging tightly to her neck and refusing to let go, his voice hoarse from crying.

The woman turned around only after confirming that the child was unharmed. Her eyes were red and her voice was choked with the sobs of someone who had survived a close call. She thanked Lin Feng repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, this child would have..." She choked up halfway through her sentence, buried her face in the child's wet hair, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

The moment Lin Feng looked up and saw the woman, his heart skipped a beat. She was probably in her early thirties, the most charming time for a woman from Jiangnan.

Her face had fair and delicate skin with the gentle texture unique to the water towns of Jiangnan. Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and gentle, and she exuded a soft yet strong temperament.

Her face shape and features bore a striking resemblance to the long-haired young secretary in the photo. However, she now sported a neat short haircut with the ends slightly curled outwards, giving her a sharp and mature look.

Raymond Lam shook the water off his hair and was about to say "You're welcome" when he felt another sharp pain in his foot and couldn't help but look down at it.

The woman followed his gaze and noticed the pool of water mixed with blood at his feet; her expression instantly changed.

She jumped to her feet, her voice rising several decibels: "You're injured! Why are you bleeding so much? Come to the shop with me quickly, I'll treat your wound! This river water isn't clean; an infection could be terrible!"

The previous gentle politeness was gone, replaced by an undeniable anxiety.

As she spoke, she picked up the child and reached out with her other hand to support Lin Feng's arm.

Lin Feng initially wanted to decline, saying he could handle it at the hotel, but she immediately interrupted him urgently: "How can that be! You were injured saving Xiao Yu, if I let you just leave like this, I'll feel terrible for the rest of my life!"

His voice trembled, and his eyes reddened, as if he had done something terribly wrong.

Seeing her posture, Lin Feng knew he couldn't refuse, so he could only nod and limp after her as they walked to the other end of the street.

The shop is located by the river. It's not a big storefront, and there are a few cages outside where several cats and dogs are curled up and dozing.

Above the roller shutter door hangs a handwritten sign that reads "Xiaoyu Pet Shop," the handwriting simple yet neat.

Pushing open the glass door, I entered the shop, which was spotless. On the wall hung the business license and several pet grooming training certificates, all issued several years ago.

The air was filled with the faint scent of pet shampoo, mixed with the fresh smell of sun-dried cotton.

The woman placed the child on the sofa, turned around, and quickly rummaged through the cabinet to find a small first-aid kit. Her movements were practiced and experienced, suggesting she often treated the injuries of cats and dogs.

He pressed Lin Feng down into a chair, squatted down, and carefully lifted his left foot, placing it on a small stool. While opening the box, he said, "I have some experience in pet care, and I often have to treat external injuries at the pet shop. I'm skilled at disinfection and bandaging. Please bear with it; it might hurt a little."

Lin Feng looked down at the wound on the sole of his foot, which had turned white from being soaked in the river water, with the edges curled up and shards of glass still embedded in his flesh.

The woman took out tweezers, wiped the wound repeatedly with alcohol swabs, then bent down and approached the wound, gently pinching the edge of the glass with her fingertips and slowly pulling it out.

His brows were furrowed, his lips were slightly pursed, and his gaze was so focused that he even breathed softly, as if afraid of hurting him with the slightest force.

After removing the glass, I repeatedly rinsed the wound with iodine. Every couple of rinsings, I would look up at him and softly ask, "Does it hurt?"

Lin Feng shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, this little injury is nothing."

The other person didn't reply, but simply lowered their head and continued cleaning the skin around the wound with a cotton swab, their movements becoming even gentler than before.

After disinfection, wrap the wound with gauze, and finally secure the edges with tape, trimming the loose threads neatly.

The bandaging technique was very professional; the gauze was wrapped neither too loosely nor too tightly, protecting the wound without hindering blood circulation.