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

More than ten minutes passed.

Ye Qinghan came out after changing her clothes. The dress was tailored to fit her figure, and the length was just above mid-thigh. The neckline was soft, perfectly highlighting her ample bust and making her figure look graceful and charming.

The sheer fabric, partially transparent and hazy, adds a touch of alluring languid charm compared to full exposure.

Lin Feng's heart stirred slightly. The two had known each other for a long time, but every time he saw her like this, he still couldn't help but lose his composure, just like when they first met.

"What are you looking at? It's not like we haven't seen this before." Ye Qinghan caught his lingering gaze, a faint smile curving her lips as she bent down and took out a pair of beige flat sandals from the shoe cabinet and put them on.

"Every time I see it, it's just as amazing as the first time," Lin Feng said with a smile, putting down his cup.

"All you do is sweet-talk me." Ye Qinghan glared at him, picked up her car keys, and opened the door. "Let's go. I got an annual pass there; it'll be less crowded at this time. You've been running around for so long; you should relax a bit."

Shengshi Hot Spring is hidden deep in a bamboo forest on the western outskirts of Hehai City. The storefront is extremely low-key, with no conspicuous signboard, and only a bluestone path winding its way in from the bamboo forest.

Ye Qinghan was clearly a regular here. When the receptionist saw her come in, she bowed slightly and called out "Sister Ye" before leading the two through a moon gate and along the wooden corridor.

The entire clubhouse is designed in a Tang Dynasty style, with several antique-style palace lanterns hanging under the corridor. The air is filled with a faint fragrance of mugwort and sandalwood. Footsteps on the wooden floor make only a very light sound, and even people's hearts calm down.

At the end of the corridor is a private hot spring bathhouse. Pushing open the door reveals an open-air courtyard paved with bluestone slabs.

In the courtyard stands a small hot spring pool, the water emitting a faint steam. The sauna room next to it has been preheated, and through the glass door, you can see the neatly folded bath towels inside.

The waiter brought over two cups of freshly brewed Longjing tea and several plates of exquisite Chinese pastries, then quietly closed the door and left.

Ye Qinghan took off her thin cardigan and hung it on a clothes rack. Barefoot, she stepped onto the cool bluestone slabs, walked to the entrance of the sauna, pushed open the glass door, and glanced back at Lin Feng: "Go in and steam for a while to get rid of all the moisture on your body."

The two sat in the sauna, with clean bath towels spread on the wooden chairs.

The room was filled with heat, and within minutes, a fine layer of sweat appeared on my body.

Ye Qinghan's skin gradually turned a light pink under the high temperature, and a few beads of sweat slowly slid down her collarbone and disappeared into the cleavage inside her collar.

Wiping the sweat from his neck with a towel, he turned to look at Lin Feng and asked, "What exactly happened in Qingxi these past few days?"

Lin Feng draped a towel over his knees and gave a brief account of what had happened over the past few days.

From following clues in Binzhou, to Section Chief Jiang finally providing the file materials, to rescuing Xiaoyu in Qingxi Town and spending time with Wang Yuqing, and finally obtaining the clues about the twins and the photo with the address written on it.

Ye Qinghan listened attentively, her fingertips resting on her knees, her expression calm and undisturbed.

Lin Feng picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, leaned against the wooden wall of the sauna, and looked at Chen Liangliang through the steam: "Chen Liangliang is definitely not going to be able to turn things around this time!"

Lin Feng turned his head to look at her, a towel draped over his shoulder, his forehead covered in sweat, and a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"You're still young when it comes to officialdom; there are some things you might not understand." Ye Qinghan placed his teacup on the small bamboo table beside him, his fingers slowly tracing the rim of the cup. His tone was calm yet insightful. "I know Shen Ping. He's the Director of the Public Security Bureau, not the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission. For him, taking down Chen Liangliang isn't the goal; disqualifying him from the election is. This time, Chen Liangliang has been caught red-handed. His son is involved in bribery, and there's irrefutable DNA evidence of his past misconduct in Binzhou. If he still dares to compete with Shen Ping for the position of Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, once this evidence is presented to the provincial authorities, he won't even be able to keep his position as Vice Governor."

She paused, then continued, "But Shen Ping might not be so ruthless. First, the case has dragged on for too long, involving too many old stories. If they dig deeper, they might implicate many people who hitched a ride in Binzhou back then. Those people may not all be Chen Liangliang's allies now, but in officialdom, it's better to have one less enemy than another. Second, Chen Liangliang himself knows that the situation is hopeless this time. If Shen Ping gives him a way out, allowing him to voluntarily withdraw from the election and relinquish some of his resources, he won't have to launch a desperate counterattack. A lose-lose situation benefits no one. Therefore, with this evidence in hand, Shen Ping will likely privately confront Chen Liangliang and negotiate terms, allowing him to withdraw from the election gracefully, relinquish some of his benefits, and stay put in the future, no longer touching the Shen family's interests. This is the optimal solution for Shen Ping, achieving his goal without making too many enemies."

Lin Feng remained silent for a long time after listening. He draped a towel over his shoulders, rested his hands on his knees, and stared at the gleaming bluestone floor of the sauna, soaked with steam. He sighed, "So, my trip wasn't a complete waste, was it? I thought I could get that old bastard locked up for a few years. Wang Yuqing hid from him for eight years, going from a young woman in her early twenties to a single mother. Xiao Yu still has trouble speaking. And Xiao He, he was taken away as a baby and has never even seen his biological mother. All these grievances, just make him withdraw from the election and that's it?"

It's heartbreaking to think about this. We've obtained crucial evidence, yet we can't make the perpetrators pay the most direct price. Thinking of the plight of Wang Yuqing and her son, I feel utterly powerless.

Ye Qinghan reached out and draped the towel that was about to slip off his shoulder back over him, gently pressing his fingers on the back of his neck: "Of course it wasn't a wasted trip. If you hadn't obtained those crucial pieces of evidence, Shen Ping would still be locked in a stalemate with Chen Liangliang. Now Shen Ping has the upper hand, and he'll be the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission from now on. He won't forget your contribution. And you have to look at it from another angle—after Chen Liangliang withdrew from the election, he completely lost his influence in the province. Those who relied on him for their livelihood will quickly change sides and seek other opportunities. It's almost impossible for him to make a comeback in this lifetime. In a sense, this is more effective than letting him go to jail for a few years. If he goes to jail, his cronies will still be there, and they'll be more likely to band together and rebel. Letting him live to see himself lose power and watch Shen Ping rise to the top is worse than killing him."

Lin Feng didn't say anything more, he just looked down at the water droplets on the bluestone slab caused by the steam.

He understood the reasoning Ye Qinghan was giving, but when he thought of what Wang Yuqing had said on the mountainside that day, and the few words Xiaoyu had struggled to squeeze out, he still felt a bit resentful.

Ye Qinghan could tell from his expression that he was still upset, so she didn't try to persuade him any further. She simply reached out and brushed the sweat-dampened hair from his forehead to the side.