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

As night deepened and the room cooled down, Lin Feng leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

The town of Qingxi outside the window was already shrouded in darkness, and the rising water vapor from the river enveloped the town in a thin, clear, bluish-gray mist.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze window, falling on the floor and into Wang Yuqing's long hair scattered on the pillow, casting a soft glow.

Wang Yuqing lay on her side in his arms, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, her fingertips slowly tracing circles on his collarbone.

Her breathing was light and steady, her soft body pressed against him, neither crying nor making a fuss, much calmer than Lin Feng had expected.

A faint blush lingered on her cheeks after their intimacy, but her gaze had softened, revealing the gentle grace and demureness unique to women from Jiangnan.

It wasn't that she wasn't emotional, but eight years of forbearance had taught her to hide her feelings, fearing that her concern would become a burden to the other person.

"Your sister did this willingly, so don't feel guilty." She looked up at him, a faint smile curving her lips. "After tonight, let's pretend we're strangers. You go back to your Jiangbei, and I'll continue living my life with Xiaoyu."

Lin Feng flicked his cigarette ash, remained silent for a moment, and a strange bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

He said, "You don't necessarily have to stay here. I know someone in Yunnan named Zhou Mei. She used to be a counselor at Hohai University, but she resigned and went to Yunnan to volunteer at a local welfare home. The environment there is better, and the climate is warmer than here, which is perfect for raising a child. She's pregnant now and lives alone. If you're willing to go, you two can take care of each other. As for Xiao Yu's language barrier, there are professional rehabilitation institutions in Yunnan with much better conditions than here. Besides, Yunnan is far from Jiangbei, so the Chen family can't reach that far. Once this matter is settled, they won't be able to interfere anymore! You and your child can live openly and honestly, without having to hide anymore."

When Wang Yuqing heard the name "Zhou Mei," her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lin Feng candidly recounted his past with Zhou Mei, who was once his university counselor. After several job changes, she resigned and went to Yunnan to do volunteer work. Now she is pregnant with his child.

She spoke frankly, without concealment or deliberate exaggeration. After listening, Wang Yuqing lowered her eyes, her fingertips lingering on his collarbone, and whispered, "It's so good to be your woman." Her voice was as soft as a sigh, as if she were speaking to herself, or as if it were a heartfelt sentiment.

The scene is still vivid in my mind; the other person really knows how to bring pleasure...

A surge of envy welled up within her, mixed with a sense of relief; at least he wasn't a heartless person. She looked up and said, "Give me the address; I'll think it over."

After a moment of silence, Lin Feng stubbed out his cigarette, turned over and pulled her back into his arms, gently placing his lips on her forehead.

Wang Yuqing closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her face deeper into his chest.

That night, they nestled together and talked a lot. The grievances they had never spoken before and the secrets they had kept hidden for eight years were slowly revealed in the darkness.

Wang Yuqing seemed to be putting down all the emotions she had accumulated over the years. Every time she got close to him, it was with complete trust. She would whisper little things about Xiaoyu’s growth in his ear, and she would let go of all her tension in his comforting touch, no longer suppressing her dependence and tenderness.

The next morning, Lin Feng was woken up by a knock on the door. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, his head still feeling heavy. He had been chatting late into the night, and his body and mind had relaxed, which made him feel even more tired.

I glanced to the side instinctively, and the pillow was empty, with only a few strands of long hair and a faint scent of soap.

He put on his clothes and went to open the door. Xiao Yu was standing outside, looking up at him with his little face, and said earnestly and with difficulty, "Uncle Lin, breakfast... is ready." Lin Feng squatted down, ruffled his hair, and said with a smile, "Okay, Uncle will go right away."

When they arrived at the pet store, Wang Yuqing was frying eggs in the kitchen.

She wore a light pink cotton-linen short-sleeved shirt, paired with beige linen trousers, her hair casually tucked behind her ears, and she looked radiant.

Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, and her eyes had a relaxed luster she had never shown before. She was busy at the stove, her movements light and skillful. The fried eggs in the pan sizzled and bubbled, and she flipped the spatula with exceptional dexterity.

Seeing Lin Feng enter, she turned her head and smiled. That smile was completely different from before. There were no polite greetings, no cautious probing, only a genuine sense of relaxation and warmth.

"Did you sleep well last night?" she asked softly, her voice as gentle as water.

Lin Feng leaned against the kitchen door frame, looked at her, and smiled: "My head hurts a little, but you seem to be in good spirits."

Wang Yuqing lowered her head and continued frying eggs, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. She whispered, "That's because I had a lot of fun last night."

After dinner, Xiaoyu played with his remote-controlled car on the living room floor, while Doudou dozed off beside him. Watching this scene, Lin Feng felt a sudden, inexplicable tenderness well up inside him.

He decided to stay there for another day.

That day, Wang Yuqing took him to the tea plantation. The two walked amidst the lush greenery covering the mountains and fields, talking about many topics they had never discussed before, about their childhood, their experiences over the years, and their hopes for the future.

As they descended the mountain, she took his hand, her fingertips threading through his, her grip light yet firm. When the mountain breeze blew by, she would glance at him sideways, then subtly tighten her hold on his hand.

Back at the pet store in the evening, after putting Xiaoyu to sleep, she took Lin Feng to the bedroom on the second floor.

This time she was more proactive and gentler than last night, simply leaning quietly against him and whispering her innermost thoughts.

She was telling him in her own way that spending the day with him was something she gave willingly, not something she passively received.

The next morning, Lin Feng was really leaving. Wang Yuqing saw him off at the town entrance. Xiao Yu stood beside her, clinging to her leg, looking up at Lin Feng. After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Uncle Lin... will... will he come back?"

Lin Feng squatted down, looked him straight in the eye, and said seriously, "I will come. You need to practice speaking well. Next time you come, Uncle will check if you have improved." Xiao Yu nodded vigorously.

Lin Feng stood up and looked at Wang Yuqing.

She was wearing a light purple cotton-linen top. The mountain wind blew in from the town entrance, ruffling her hair, with a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks.

Her eyes were slightly red, but a faint smile still lingered on her lips. She said, "I'll think it over carefully. As for the result, you'll know when you come next time." She added that she would message him as soon as she arrived in Yunnan. Lin Feng nodded, turned, and got into the car.

It was already evening when we returned to Hehai City.

Lin Feng first sent the address from the photo to Shen Ping, then made a phone call and explained the situation in general terms. Shen Ping was visibly taken aback when he heard the detail about the "twins," and after a long silence on the other end of the phone, he finally spoke, saying that this kid had kept it well hidden.

With this clue, he can launch a final attack on Chen Liangliang. The chain of evidence is complete, and even if Chen Liangliang has extraordinary abilities, he will not be able to turn the tables.

He solemnly said over the phone that he was very grateful to Lin Feng this time, and that the Shen family owed him a huge favor once the case was over.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng called Kui Zi and Biao Ge separately, telling them that the situation on Chen Liangliang's side was settled and that they should withdraw all the people on the periphery and wait for the results.

After making two phone calls, he placed his phone on the passenger seat and let out a long sigh of relief. More than two months of running around, from Binzhou to Qingxi, from Section Chief Jiang to Wang Yuqing, this matter was finally nearing completion.

They went to Ye Qinghan's place first. They stayed in Qingxi Town for nearly two weeks, and apart from occasional video calls, they hardly saw each other.

When the door was opened, Ye Qinghan was sitting on the living room sofa reviewing documents, wearing a dark green silk slip dress. Her high breasts were still very eye-catching, and her hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin.

Looking up, she saw Lin Feng standing at the door. She paused for a moment, then put down the document, walked over quickly, opened her arms, and hugged him tightly.

Lin Feng buried his face in her shoulder, smelling the familiar scent of white tea, and whispered, "I've been so tired lately." The tension, the rush, and the maneuvering of the past few days all softened in this embrace.

Ye Qinghan didn't ask anything, but simply hugged him tighter, gently patting his back with her fingertips, "I'll take you to Shengshi Hot Spring to relax later..."