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

The night the DNA comparison results came out, Lin Feng sat alone in his hotel room, staring at the electronic report sent by Ye Qinghan on his phone screen, and remained silent for a long time.

The figures in the report are clear and accurate; Xiaoyu and Chen Liangliang's DNA match extremely well, indicating a parent-child relationship.

Although this result was expected, when he actually touched those cold words, his heart still felt like it had been hit hard by a heavy object.

He put down his phone, walked to the window, and opened it.

The night in Qingxi Town was so quiet it felt soft, with scattered lights reflected on the river, and the occasional croaking of frogs drifting over from the distant tea gardens.

I lit a cigarette, and the smoke drifted out into the night.

Now that the evidence is conclusive, as long as Wang Yuqing is willing to testify, coupled with the archival materials provided by Section Chief Jiang, Chen Liangliang will have no chance of turning things around, no matter how powerful he is.

But he couldn't feel happy at all.

Fragmented images keep flashing before his eyes: Xiaoyu holding up the remote control car and looking up at him with a smile, Wang Fang squatting by the stream with her ears turning red as she tied his shoelaces, and her soft words under the setting sun, "These past few days have been the happiest days for Xiaoyu and me in the last few years."

He came with a purpose, yet he received two sincere hearts. This burning sincerity, ironically, became the heaviest stone weighing on his heart.

My phone vibrated; it was a call from Shen Ping.

Lin Feng stubbed out his cigarette and answered the phone. Shen Ping's excited voice immediately came through the receiver: "I've seen the DNA report. With this irrefutable evidence, combined with Section Chief Jiang's file, Chen Liangliang can't escape this time. Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me. I'm preparing to officially launch an investigation in the name of the provincial department. You can prepare to return to Hohai University."

Lin Feng was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice: "Director Shen, Wang Fang has been doing quite well with her child in Qingxi all these years. Once this matter is over, can you guarantee that their lives won't be affected?"

Shen Ping paused for a moment on the other end of the line, then said solemnly, "Don't worry. Once the case is closed, I will have the provincial department completely remove Wang Yuqing's information from all investigation files. No matter who investigates this matter again, they won't be able to trace it back to her. This is also a way to protect her from the victim she was who was willing to testify back then."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng leaned against the headboard and lit another cigarette.

He tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, his mind filled with only one thought: how to bring it up tomorrow, how to face her.

The next morning, he was woken up by a knock on the door as soon as he closed his eyes.

She propped herself up to sit up, rubbed her temples, put on her clothes, and went to open the door. Xiaoyu was standing outside, clutching the remote-controlled car tightly in his arms.

She looked up at him with her little face upturned, a thin layer of sweat still clinging to the tip of her nose, and struggled to squeeze out a few words: "Uncle Lin, time for...breakfast. Mom said...the porridge will get cold if we eat too late."

Lin Feng squatted down, gently wiping the sweat from the tip of his nose with his fingertips, then ruffled his soft hair and said gently, "Okay, Uncle will wash his face and go. You go back first, okay?"

Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, picked up the bike, turned around and ran towards the stairwell. After running a few steps, she would look back at him, her eyes shining as if they held stars.

When they arrived at the pet store, Wang Fang had already set out breakfast.

The congee with preserved egg and lean pork was steaming warmly, and the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) had skins so thin that the filling was visible through them. They were served with three refreshing side dishes, and everything was prepared with care.

She was bending over to ladle porridge into a bowl, her light blue loungewear flowing gently down her back, revealing a slender yet strong waist. The sleeves slipped down to her forearms, exposing a section of her fair and delicate wrist.

Hearing footsteps, she straightened up and turned around. Seeing the dark circles under Lin Feng's eyes, she asked with concern, "Mr. Lin, why do you have dark circles under your eyes today? Did you not sleep well last night?"

Lin Feng waved his hand and forced a smile: "I stayed up late last night dealing with company matters and went to bed a little late."

Wang Fang didn't ask any more questions. When she turned around to serve the porridge, she deliberately scooped out two extra spoonfuls of lean meat and put the largest steamed bun from the steamer into his bowl. She said softly, "Eat more. You've lost weight these past few days."

Lin Feng lowered his head and drank his porridge. The aroma of rice mixed with the smell of meat spread out. He could feel her gaze on him, gentle yet with a subtle, almost imperceptible scrutiny.

A strange, inexplicable bitterness welled up in his heart again, and he feared that he would eventually have to shatter this warmth with his own hands.

After breakfast, Xiaoyu hugged the remote-controlled car and tugged at Lin Feng's clothes, stammering, "Uncle Lin...can I play with the car?"

Lin Feng was still thinking about the tea contract, but when he looked down and saw the child's expectant eyes, his heart softened immediately. He smiled and nodded, "Okay, Uncle will teach you a new way to play today."

I squatted down, picked up the remote control, and fiddled with the buttons with my fingertips. The remote-controlled car nimbly spun around on the floor and even drifted a little.

Xiaoyu stared wide-eyed, clapping his hands and giggling.

Lin Feng handed him the remote control and guided his little hand to teach him how to control the accelerator: "Slow down, that's right, turn the steering wheel gently... Hey, great!"

The child was studying diligently, and occasionally his toy car would bump into the table leg. Raymond Lam would deliberately exclaim "Ouch!" in an exaggerated way, saying, "Xiao Yu's toy car is so powerful, it hurts the table!"

Xiao Yu was amused and started talking more, saying haltingly, "Uncle Lin is clumsy... he can't dodge it."

Lin Feng wasn't annoyed. He deliberately maneuvered his car to chase after Xiao Yu, pretending he couldn't catch up, and said breathlessly, "Xiao Yu is driving too fast, even Uncle can't catch up!"

Wang Fang leaned against the door and watched. At first, her face showed a slight indifference, but as she watched, the smile on her lips gradually deepened.

She had seen too many people who came after her, some with ulterior motives and others with pity. But no one had ever knelt down like Lin Feng, earnestly playing with a child who could barely speak, with a genuine smile in his eyes.

The defenses that had been built up in my heart for eight years softened slowly, like being gently soaked in warm water, and a crack quietly appeared.

After playing for a while, Xiaoyu's forehead was covered in sweat. Lin Feng took out a tissue to wipe his face before standing up: "I'm going to Uncle Zhang's to check on the tea. You stay home and be good, and I'll play with you again when I get back, okay?"

Xiao Yu nodded vigorously while holding the remote control, and waved his little hand at him: "Uncle, come back soon." After saying that, he lowered his head again, concentrating on figuring out how to make the car spin in place, and muttered "spin, spin" under his breath.

The company was very efficient; the contract was signed yesterday.

The cold storage facility has been located behind a newly purchased storefront in town, and the construction team will begin work next month.