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

Her eyes were bright, her eyelashes were long, and her features were delicate. She bore a subtle resemblance to Wang Yuqing when she was young.

Lin Feng reached out and gently patted his little shoulder, asking with a smile, "Xiao Yu, were you scared after falling into the river yesterday?"

Xiaoyu shook his head, his lips moved, and he whispered, "I'm not afraid." He didn't say anything more, only a series of indistinct syllables came out of his throat.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, as if she knew exactly what she wanted to say but couldn't get it out, and could only helplessly clench her little fists.

Lin Feng didn't press further, but simply ruffled his hair and said, "You're very brave." Xiao Yu looked up at him, his clear eyes holding an indescribable emotion.

"This child rarely talks to strangers," Wang Fang said, watching the scene unfold with a mix of surprise and emotion. "You're the first person who's made him want to talk. Maybe it's because you saved him yesterday, and he thinks you're a good person."

When he said this, his eyes were filled with complex emotions: relief, gratitude, and a touch of something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Watching the natural interaction between Lin Feng and Xiao Yu, she suddenly felt that this stranger who had accidentally entered her life was not just an ordinary passerby.

Over the years, she has met all sorts of people, some with good intentions and others with ulterior motives.

But Lin Feng's gaze towards Xiao Yu held no sympathy or pity, only a simple warmth, which slightly relaxed her tense nerves.

Lin Feng smiled and withdrew his hand from Xiao Yu's shoulder: "Kids are smart; they know who's good to them. I wasn't talkative when I was little either; I could sit in the yard and play by myself for half a day. I naturally grew out of it. You don't need to worry too much. Take him out more often and let him interact with people; it will help."

Wang Fang nodded, picked up the teapot and refilled Lin Feng's cup of tea, then took the opportunity to change the subject: "Mr. Lin, you said yesterday that you came to Qingxi to inspect projects. What exactly are you looking to inspect?"

Lin Feng knew she was testing his intentions, so he took out his phone, opened the company's official website, and listed the main business of Shuke Group.

The procurement and sales of Chinese herbal medicines and local specialties were briefly introduced. It was mentioned that there are several established customer groups in the Hohai region with a significant demand for high-quality tonics, so this trip to Jiangnan was to explore potential collaborations in the tea sector.

He flipped to the nourishing gift box that the company's centralized procurement department had just launched, showed her the sample photos and packaging design, and then casually clicked on the procurement copy about black goji berries and angelica that Wang Yue had sent him before.

His tone was calm and natural.

After reading it, Wang Fang pondered for a moment, her doubts completely dispelled. Then she stood up, walked to the cabinet, and tiptoed down to take a dark brown ceramic tea canister from the top shelf.

A handwritten label was affixed to the can, the handwriting neat and elegant—"White Dragon Tea". Lin Feng placed the canister in front of him, gently unscrewed the lid, and a fresh, delicate tea aroma immediately wafted out.

It has an extra layer of subtle floral fragrance compared to regular green tea, like a blend of jasmine and orchid, refreshing yet not cloying, elegant yet not bland.

"This is Bailong tea grown by Uncle Zhang's family. It's an old variety from Qingxi, and it's rarely seen outside of Qingxi. It's said that if you drink it regularly, it's very good for your skin, and it can whiten and beautify your complexion. Please try this." She picked up a small pinch of tea leaves, put them into a glass, and poured in hot water.

As the tea leaves slowly unfurled in the water, the tea soup gradually turned into a clear, bright pale gold, and the floral fragrance became even more intense.

Lin Feng picked up the cup, smelled it, and took a sip. The tea was sweet and smooth, with a long aftertaste.

He put down his cup and joked, "No wonder Sister Wang has such good skin; it turns out it's from drinking this."

Wang Fang's ears turned slightly red from his words. She gently fanned her cheeks with the back of her hand and said with a smile, "Please don't tease me. My skin isn't anything special." When she smiled, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes curved slightly, making her appear exceptionally kind and gentle.

He poured Lin Feng another cup of tea, then screwed the lid back on the tea canister and put it back next to him, saying that he would pack some for Lin Feng to take back with him when he left.

After changing the dressing, Lin Feng moved his ankle and felt that the wound was no longer very painful, so he suggested that he wanted to go and see Uncle Zhang's tea garden.

Wang Fang hesitated for a moment, then agreed to take him there. She changed him into a pair of flat cloth shoes, put a coat on Xiao Yu, locked the shop door, and led Lin Feng along the stone path by the river toward the east end of the town.

Walking ahead, her steps were light and steady, the hem of her cotton-linen top swaying gently with each step.

Xiao Yu followed behind. Lin Feng slowed down as they walked and stopped in front of an old woman selling candied hawthorns by the roadside. He bought a string of bright red candied hawthorns and handed it to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu took it, looked up at Lin Feng with bright eyes, and said very softly and earnestly, "Thank you, Uncle." Although it was only a few words, it was much clearer than what he said at the dinner table yesterday.

Lin Feng smiled, put his hands back in his pockets, and continued walking. Xiao Yu followed beside him, eating a candied hawthorn, the syrup glistening on her lips.

Wang Fang walked ahead, occasionally glancing back.

Lin Feng was squatting down, pointing at a crooked willow tree by the roadside and talking to Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu was looking up and listening very attentively, with a trace of syrup still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The morning light spilled over the river, casting long, long shadows of two people, one large and one small, which overlapped on the bluestone path.

My steps slowed slightly, and something gently touched a corner of my heart that had been tense all along.

Over the years, she has lived alone with her child in this small town, and has long since become accustomed to taking all kindness as mere politeness and all approach as a test.

But seeing Lin Feng squatting on the ground, talking earnestly to Xiao Yu, she suddenly realized that she might have been overthinking things.

The other party was probably just here to investigate, and inadvertently saved Xiaoyu and got injured in the process.

A person who can be so patient with children is probably not a bad person.

She pursed her lips and turned her face back, her steps a little lighter than before. Her neat short hair swayed slightly in the morning breeze, and there was a very faint smile on her lips that she herself did not even notice.