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

Xiao Wang and Xiao Li drove back to Hohai University early in the morning, and before leaving, they had organized all the process documents and contracts perfectly.

The subsequent harvesting and packaging processes are already in place, so he doesn't need to worry about them anymore.

I should go now.

I slowly walked up the stone steps of the tea garden, stopped under the shade of a canopy halfway up the mountain, sat on a stone bench, looked at the tea garden shining in the morning light, and silently lit a cigarette.

In the distance, the tea mountains are shrouded in mist, and the air is filled with the unique fragrance of tea.

Having stayed here for these past few days, I've long since gotten used to smelling this aroma when I open the window in the morning, and to the gentle woman sitting across from me while I eat, with a little tail following behind me carrying a remote-controlled car.

Habits are a terrible thing.

Suddenly, I heard soft footsteps behind me.

Turning around, I saw Wang Fang walking up the stone steps. She had changed into a light blue cotton-linen top, paired with a matching skirt. She was slender yet had soft curves, a slim waist, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently with her steps.

A mountain breeze blew from the tea garden, causing the wisps of hair on her forehead to flutter gently, making her features appear even more gentle and graceful.

She sat down on the stone bench next to Lin Feng and said softly, "Xiao Yu is playing at Uncle Zhang's house, chasing butterflies in the yard with Uncle Zhang's grandson. He won't be coming to see me for a while. I saw you walking this way, so I followed you."

The two of them sat quietly, watching the layers of tea gardens in front of them gleam with golden light in the morning sun.

After a long silence, Wang Fang spoke first, her tone faint, as if talking to herself, or as if making a final confirmation: "Xiaoyu has been quite happy lately, and he talks a lot more than before. This morning he even talked to Dou Dou for quite a while, although he stumbled a bit, but you could tell he was trying. Before... he rarely spoke to outsiders."

She paused, then turned to look at Lin Feng, her gaze calm and unwavering: "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah. I still have things to do at the company. The tea contract is signed, so I should head back." Lin Feng's voice was low, as if he were talking to himself. He didn't even notice that the cigarette between his fingers had burned halfway down.

Just then, Wang Fang suddenly turned around to face him, looking into Lin Feng's eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips, her voice soft yet steady: "Mr. Lin, actually, I knew a long time ago that you weren't here for tourism. I guessed it the first day I saw you looking around the streets. This place is too remote; no tourists would come specifically to see the tea plantation, and no one would stay in town for so many days like you. Later, you saved Xiao Yu, played with him, and taught him to speak, never inquiring about me. That made me even more certain—you're not a bad person, but you must have other motives."

At this point, she took a deep breath, as if to remove a stone that had been weighing on her heart for many years, her chest rising and falling gently: "My name is not Wang Fang. My name is Wang Yuqing. Eight years ago, I worked in the Binzhou Municipal Government Office. Later, some things happened, and I became pregnant with Xiaoyu. He arranged for me to marry someone in another place, and I have never returned to Binzhou since."

She looked up at Lin Feng, her gaze unwavering, as if she had finally unloaded a burden she had carried for eight years: "You should have guessed this long ago, right?"

The cigarette between Lin Feng's fingers had burned to the end; the ash was scattered by the mountain wind and fell into the lush green of the tea garden.

He only came to his senses after his fingertips were burned. He didn't answer, but just stared into her eyes, a wave of guilt rising in his heart, making his throat tight.

Wang Yuqing smiled, a smile tinged with relief and bitterness, and then said, "So, were you sent by Chen Liangliang? I have only one request—don't hurt Xiaoyu. I can agree to anything else."

Lin Feng threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stubbed it out with the sole of his shoe, and looked up at her. His voice was deeper than usual, filled with undisguised guilt: "I'm not Chen Liangliang's man. Sister Wang, I did come to see you this time, but not to harm you. Chen Liangliang is currently the vice governor of Jiangbei Province, competing with Shen Ping, the director of the Provincial Public Security Bureau, for the position of secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission. Shen Ping is my girlfriend's uncle, and he asked me to help investigate what Chen Liangliang did in Binzhou back then. I need Xiaoyu's DNA comparison results, I need evidence that can bring Chen Liangliang down, actually I..."

As Wang Yuqing listened, a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes, and her fingertips tightened slightly on the hem of her skirt.

Lin Feng lowered his head, looking at his empty hands, his voice even lower, as if confessing: "But I made a mistake. I shouldn't have kept it from you. I took Xiaoyu's hair that fell on my clothes for DNA testing without your consent. This has been bothering me a lot. Every time I see Xiaoyu holding up the car and smiling at me, every time I see you changing my dressings and cooking different dishes for me, I feel terrible. I know you've been living peacefully here for eight years, and I shouldn't have come to break that peace. I was planning to just go back today. If you don't want to talk about what happened eight years ago, I won't ask again."

After saying that, he put his hands back on his knees, looked up to meet Wang Yuqing's gaze, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was serious and sincere for the first time in a long time: "Sister Wang, I apologize for what I did before. No matter what you think, I have to say it today."

Wang Yuqing looked at him, tears slowly welling up in her eyes, a single tear sliding down the corner of her eye, but she smiled...

She stood up from the stone bench, took a step forward, and gently hugged him with open arms.

Her body was very soft, and through the thin cotton and linen fabric, I could feel her warm body temperature, and a faint scent of soapberry mixed with the aroma of tea wafted over.

The hug was very tight, like hugging someone who had traveled a long way and finally arrived home, or like comforting someone who was equally exhausted.

She whispered in his ear, her voice slightly choked but exceptionally gentle: "I don't blame you. Whatever your purpose in coming here, you saved Xiaoyu, and he is my only hope for survival. You patiently played with him, taught him to speak, and bought him candied hawthorns—all of that is true. These past few days have been the happiest days of his life. This morning he even told me that he loves playing with Uncle Lin the most. These things can't be faked."

At this point, her voice finally became somewhat nasal, but she still tried her best to remain steady.

She released her grip, took a half step back, wiped her eyes, and looked up into Lin Feng's eyes. Those eyes, slightly reddened by the mountain wind, held an indescribable calmness and complete trust.

"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you. For the past eight years, there have been some things I've kept to myself, things I've never told anyone. Today, it's time to put an end to them."

At this point, he looked towards Binzhou and uttered a sentence that sent chills down Lin Feng's spine.

"Xiaoyu has a twin brother named Xiaohe, who was taken away right after he was born. Besides sending me money every month, he only lets me see him once every six months. I can tell you where he is, and about what happened back then..."