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

Lin Feng was stunned.

Gazing at the woman before him, a complex mix of emotions welled up within him.

A mountain breeze carrying the crisp scent of the tea garden blew over, ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead. She raised her hand to tuck the hair behind her ear, her movement as gentle as if touching a long-forgotten memory.

"Back then, I had just graduated from university and got a job as a clerk in the Binzhou Municipal Government Office. I felt incredibly lucky to have found a stable job in the city, and my family was happy too." Her voice was soft, as if she were lost in a distant memory. "Once, at a year-end company dinner, Chen Liangliang got drunk and asked me to take him back to his office. I didn't think much of it at the time; he was the mayor, and I was his secretary. Taking a leader home was my duty. But when we got to the office, he... he pushed me down onto the sofa. I struggled desperately, but he was too strong, and I couldn't push him away."

As she spoke, her voice remained steady, but her fingers, resting on her knees, trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The humiliation and fear that she had forcibly suppressed in her heart were now seeping out little by little through her fingertips.

Lin Feng didn't interrupt her, but sat silently, the cigarette between his fingers burning with faint embers, his heart already churning with boundless rage.

"Afterwards, I wanted to call the police, but he was the mayor, and I was just a junior staff member. Who would take my words seriously?" She forced a smile, her expression filled with the helplessness of that time. "He threatened me, saying that if I dared to tell anyone, he would make sure I could never stay in Jiangbei Province again, and that he knew where my parents lived. I didn't dare take the risk, so I treated it like a nightmare and tried to forget it. I didn't expect to get pregnant after that. I wanted to have an abortion, but he had people keep a close eye on me, saying that if I had an abortion, my whole family would suffer. My parents were in poor health at the time, and I didn't dare gamble with their lives."

"Later, when we went to the hospital for a checkup, they said it was twins, two boys. He was overjoyed because his wife had only given him a daughter, and he had always wanted a son. So he arranged for me to quickly enter into a fake marriage with a local man who was in the building materials business. That man was someone he had found; he was nominally my husband, but he didn't care about me at all. Before the children were even a month old, he took the older one away, saying he was going to send him back to his hometown to be raised by his mother. He left me some money and told me to take the younger one and go as far away as possible, and never go back to Jiangbei."

At this point, she looked up at Lin Feng, a bitter, self-deprecating smile playing on her lips: "The person who handled my resignation procedures and household registration transfer was my old classmate, Jiang Wenjie. You should have already found him, otherwise you wouldn't have come here."

Lin Feng nodded and said in a low voice, "Section Chief Jiang has helped me a lot."

"He was a good man. When I left, he secretly made many copies of my files, saying I might need them someday. I haven't dared to contact him all these years, afraid of causing him trouble." Wang Yuqing lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the old silver bracelet on her wrist, her voice gradually softening. "I hate him. I hate that he ruined my life, I hate that he made it impossible for me to live an honest life. I walked into that office full of expectations, feeling that I could finally stand on my own two feet in society. But now? I'm hiding in this small town where nobody knows me, living under an assumed name, afraid to get close to anyone. Even when Xiaoyu asked me who his father was, I could only make up a lie that he died in a car accident."

As she spoke, her fingertips tightened slightly, the silver bracelet digging into her wrist and causing pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

"He's so young, and every time he asks this question, his eyes are so serious. Looking at him, my heart feels like it's being stabbed. But what can I do? I can't fight back, I can't win a lawsuit, I can only hide. The farther away the better, hide somewhere no one can find me. Over the years, I've come to terms with it. I have more money in my account than I can spend, and someone sends me money every month, so at least I can ensure that Xiaoyu has enough to eat and wear and doesn't have to worry about making a living. As for anything else, I don't dare to think about it anymore. This is how it will be from now on. Raising Xiaoyu well and watching him grow up healthy is the only thing I want to do for the rest of my life."

After saying that, he stood up, wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, smiled at Lin Feng, and then turned around and slowly walked down the stone steps.

The morning light fell on her slender back, the hem of her cloth skirt swaying gently in the mountain breeze, her waist was thin, but her shoulders and back were taut.

Lin Feng sat alone under the shade of the canopy, gazing at the hazy sky at the end of the tea garden. The cigarette between his fingers had long since burned to the end, and he only snapped back to reality when it burned his fingertips.

Her words kept replaying in my mind: twin brothers, the elder brother was taken away, and the younger brother followed her and hid in Qingxi Town for eight years.

Where is the child who was taken away? Where did Chen Liangliang hide him?

Lin Feng sat under the shade for the entire afternoon until the setting sun dyed the entire tea garden a warm orange-red.

At dinner time, Wang Yuqing didn't call him, and he didn't go over either.

A tacit understanding had inexplicably formed between the two; after these heartfelt words, they both needed some time to process them on their own.

Raymond Lam ate a bowl of noodles at a small noodle shop near the hotel, and then leaned against the headboard to smoke after returning to his room.

Wang Yuqing is a pitiful woman; the most vibrant years of her life were completely crushed by a scumbag.

But what about himself?

He came with a purpose: he rescued her son, spent the days playing with the child, gradually wearing down her guard, and finally shattered the peaceful life she had kept hidden for eight years.

Even though he wasn't Chen Liangliang's man, his very presence was a disturbance to her peaceful life.

Even if Wang Yuqing says "I don't blame you," the guilt in his heart is not so easy to overcome.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Lin Feng glanced at the time; it was almost 11 p.m.

He got up and walked to the door, looking out through the peephole—it was Wang Yuqing.

She opened the door and stood there, wearing a white cotton dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, the ends still damp from her recent shower.

Her makeup had been completely removed, and her clean skin shone with a faint ivory luster under the dim lights of the corridor.

Her fair skin below her collarbone was faintly visible at the edge of her neckline. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of old slippers. Her ankles were slender, and a few faint blue veins were visible on the instep of her feet.

A hint of surprise flashed through Lin Feng's mind, followed by a vague understanding. She must have struggled for a long time before finally letting down her guard to come over so late at night.

"Xiaoyu just fell asleep." She walked into the room, sat down in a chair, and spoke very softly.

As he spoke, he took a photo out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and gently pushed it towards him.

The photo shows a little boy who looks almost exactly like Xiaoyu. Their eyebrows and eyes are like they were made from the same mold, only he is stronger than Xiaoyu and has a bit of a simple and honest look on his face.

On the back of the photo, an address was written in pen: "Building No. [Number] in an old residential area in Chengdong District, Zijin City".

Lin Feng took the photo, stared at the address, and instantly realized—this was Xiao He's hiding place.

He put the photo back on the table and was about to speak when Wang Yuqing waved her hand and said softly, "This is all I can do for you. The rest is beyond my control."

After saying that, he stood up and turned to leave.

Almost without thinking, Lin Feng reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Wang Yuqing stopped in her tracks the moment her hand was grasped. With her back to him, her fingertips curled slightly, but she did not pull away.

She could feel the warmth of his palm seeping through her skin. His hand was strong, but his grip wasn't tight; she could easily pull away with a gentle pull.

But she didn't move.

For the first time in eight years, she was so close to a man. There was no fear, no disgust, only a little panic and a little expectation that she herself dared not admit.

Lin Feng stood up and gently pulled her back to his side.

She turned around, and the two stood face to face, so close that they could see the glistening moisture on her eyelashes and smell the faint scent of soap from her bath, mixed with the warm, moist scent of her skin.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze sliding from her slightly trembling eyelashes to her slightly parted lips. Then he lowered his head and slowly brought his lips closer to hers.

Just as they were about to touch, Wang Yuqing suddenly raised her hands and placed them on his chest, turning her face to the side. Her voice was barely audible, with a slight tremor: "Sister's body is not clean."

He closed his eyes as he said this.

Lin Feng paused.

He could feel her hands, which were bracing against his chest, trembling slightly. She shook her head, her voice low but unusually firm: "I don't care!" He didn't give her a chance to back down and lowered his head to kiss her.

The lips were soft and had a cool, minty taste; the person must have just brushed their teeth.

For the first few seconds, she didn't respond, just stood there frozen. Then her body slowly softened, and the hand that was supporting her chest changed from pushing to gripping, tightly holding the front of his shirt.

Her lips parted slightly under his kiss, and her tongue tentatively touched his. The awkward touch made Lin Feng realize that she hadn't been this close to anyone for far too long.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his chest rose and fell gently against his chest. Through the thin cotton fabric, he could feel those two soft, full mounds.

Lin Feng's right hand slid along the curve of her waist and into the hem of her clothes. When his fingertips touched the warm and delicate skin of her lower back, she trembled slightly, as if she had been electrocuted.

My palm rested on her smooth back, fingers spread, and slowly slid upwards along the grooves of her spine, clearly feeling the contours of each vertebra rising and falling beneath my fingertips.

Her skin was smooth and radiant, infused with the scent of soapberry and the warmth of her body, making one's fingertips feel heavy.

His other hand slid down from her waist, covering her hip through her skirt, and with a little force, he pulled her into his arms, feeling her soft body pressed tightly against his chest through the thin fabric.

A very soft, muffled groan escaped her throat, and her hands slowly moved up from his chest to embrace his neck.

Her fingers ran through the hair at the back of his head, her breathing became rapid and heavy, each exhale carrying a scalding temperature that pressed against his skin.

"Xiao Lin, I'm not leaving tonight." She buried her face in his shoulder, her lips pressed against his neck, her voice muffled, with a hint of husky tenderness.

Lin Feng moved his fingers back from her back and began to unbutton her dress.

One, two, three...

The white cotton dress slipped off her shoulders and piled up silently at her ankles.