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

Zhou Mei stepped on the gas, and the car drove away from the entrance of the residential area. "Let me take you to buy some clothes first."

Lin Feng turned to look at her. "Buying clothes?"

"Okay." Zhou Mei kept her eyes on the road ahead, tapping her fingers lightly on the steering wheel. "Then we'll pick up my parents from the airport and have dinner together tonight."

Lin Feng waited for her to continue.

Zhou Mei tapped her fingers on the steering wheel twice more.

He spoke a little faster than usual.

"My parents suddenly said they wanted to come visit me, and they were even going to introduce me to someone through a blind date. I told them I have a boyfriend, but they insist on meeting him. I don't have many male friends, and I can't find anyone at the last minute. Could you do me a favor and pretend to be my boyfriend for a day?"

Lin Feng's mouth opened.

Looking at Zhou Mei's profile, her jawline was taut, her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were fixed on the road ahead without blinking.

"Teacher Zhou, I—I'm still a student..."

"You're a department manager at a listed company now. You're two years younger than me, and your annual income is 300,000 yuan." Zhou Mei interrupted him, "My parents are a bit materialistic and have always wanted me to find someone with good conditions. If you said you were a freshman in college, they would just walk away, and they would definitely keep urging me to go on blind dates."

Lin Feng opened his mouth, then closed it again.

The car was quiet for a few seconds, with only the buzzing of the air conditioning vents and the sound of traffic on the road outside.

He glanced down at his dark gray T-shirt, his best piece of clothing. Then he looked at Zhou Mei's black pencil skirt.

Then I leaned back in my seat and looked at the street receding past the windshield.

"Okay," he said.

Zhou Mei's lips curved slightly, but quickly returned to a smile. "I'll buy you clothes first. Wear this to see my mom; clothes make the man!"

Raymond Lam seemed to have no excuse to refuse.

The car drove into the underground parking garage of a shopping mall.

Zhou Mei parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt.

She pushed open the car door and got out, then changed into high heels in the back seat, her footsteps making a crisp sound on the cement floor.

Lin Feng got out of the car, and the two walked side by side toward the elevator. Zhou Mei walked with her back very straight, her hips swaying gently from side to side with each step, her thighs encased in black stockings gleaming faintly under the garage lights.

There were only the two of them in the elevator.

Zhou Mei pressed the button for the third floor, and the elevator doors closed.

Lin Feng stood next to her, his gaze falling on the stainless steel panel of the elevator door. Her shoulders and collarbone stood out against the edge of her black off-the-shoulder top.

The elevator doors opened.

The third floor is the men's clothing section.

The shopping street wasn't crowded, and the shop windows on both sides were spotless. Zhou Mei walked ahead, her black bodycon skirt swaying gently from side to side with her steps.

Her calves, encased in black stockings, were encased in beige high heels, the heels clicking crisply on the sidewalk tiles. She stopped in front of a men's clothing store and pushed open the door to go inside.

When Lin Feng followed him inside, the air conditioning in the store was on full blast, and a cool breeze hit his face.

Rows of shirts and trousers hung on the wall, with several mannequins in the middle wearing matching suits.

A sales assistant in a black uniform came up to them, her gaze lingering on Zhou Mei for a moment before shifting to Lin Feng.

"Madam, sir, what would you like to see?"

"Get him a set." Zhou Mei walked to the wall where shirts were hanging, pinched the cuff of a light blue shirt with her fingers, looked at it, and then put it down.

He tapped his finger across a row of shirts, finally stopping at a white shirt with a subtle pattern, then pulled it out and compared it to Lin Feng's chest.

The shirt hung on the hanger, its white fabric woven with very fine twill weave, visible only upon close inspection.

He shoved the shirt into Lin Feng's hands, "Go try it on."

Lin Feng took the shirt and walked into the fitting room.

After closing the fitting room door, I took off my white T-shirt and put on a shirt.

Zhou Mei leaned against the cashier's counter and looked up when she heard the door open.

My gaze fell on Lin Feng, from his shoulders to his waist, and then from his waist to his collar. The light blue shirt fit him perfectly on the shoulders and waist, but the sleeves were a little long, with the cuffs covering his wrists.

He walked over, reached out and folded his cuff upwards, then smoothed out the crease with his fingers.

When the fingertips touched the skin on the inside of his wrist, Lin Feng's wrist recoiled slightly.

"And pants." She turned around, took a pair of dark gray trousers from the rack, and handed them to him.

Lin Feng took it and went into the fitting room.

The trousers fit perfectly at the waist and were the right length, with the hem just covering her ankles. As she came out, Zhou Mei had already asked the sales assistant to bring her a pair of dark brown leather shoes.

Lin Feng put on his leather shoes and stood in front of the mirror by the fitting room door. In the mirror, he was wearing a light blue patterned shirt, dark gray trousers, and dark brown leather shoes.

The shirt was tucked into the waistband, and the belt was the one the sales assistant had just handed him; it was black leather with a silver buckle.

He was a completely different person from the one who walked in wearing a T-shirt ten minutes earlier.

Zhou Mei stood slightly behind him, looking at him in the mirror. Her gaze lingered on his shoulder for a moment, then on his waistline.

Then she came over and reached out to button up the top button of his shirt collar, which was undone.

After tying it, I took half a step back and looked at myself in the mirror one last time.

"Just this outfit. Cut off the tags and wear it right away."

The sales assistant came over with scissors, and Lin Feng bent down to let her cut off the tag on the back of the neckline.

"Teacher Zhou, how much is this dress? I'll transfer the money to you later."

Zhou Mei paused for a moment as she entered her PIN on the POS machine, without turning around. "No need. Consider the clothes my way of thanking you for helping me today."

Before Lin Feng could say anything more, Zhou Mei had already entered the PIN. The POS machine dispensed two receipts, and the female clerk tore off one and handed it to her.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of a women's clothing store on the second floor of the commercial street.

Shen Qianqian stood beside the glass railing, holding a light gray paper bag in her hand. The bag was printed with the logo of a men's clothing brand, and inside were two neatly folded short-sleeved T-shirts, one white and one black.

Today I wore a floral dress, and my hair was loose, just hanging down over my shoulders.

Ten minutes ago.

She then saw Raymond Lam.

She had just come out of the men's clothing store on the second floor and was putting her change into her wallet.

When I looked up, I saw two people standing in the men's clothing store across the street on the first floor through the glass railing.

One is Zhou Mei, and the other is Raymond Lam.

Shen Qianqian's feet were rooted to the spot. The handle of the paper bag slipped off her fingers, but she gripped it tightly again.

I took two steps toward the railing so I could see it more clearly.

Shen Qianqian watched them come out of the men's clothing store, and she looked completely different from head to toe.

The two then headed towards the elevator.

Shen Qianqian sat down on a lounge chair on the second floor. Her floral dress spread across her knees, and a paper bag lay beside her. She looked towards the elevator lobby through the glass railing.

Before the elevator doors closed, she saw Lin Feng turn his head and say something to Zhou Mei, and Zhou Mei turned her head and replied.

Shen Qianqian remained seated in the chair.

The two short-sleeved shirts in the paper bag were picked out by her at the mall this morning. Both the fabric and the material were high-end, and of course, the price was not cheap.

But how did Teacher Zhou end up with Raymond Lam?

There were no intimate gestures observed, but the clothes Lin Feng was wearing were indeed bought for him by Teacher Zhou.

Could they be dating?

Impossible...impossible!

In Shen Qianqian's mind, it was impossible for a teacher to date a student.

But what I just saw is hard to explain. What exactly is their relationship?