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

I rolled over and brought my phone screen closer to my eyes. Sure enough, I wasn't mistaken. This handsome young man was definitely a rich kid. The shirt he was wearing this morning was a patterned one from a luxury brand. Although his pants were ruined by soy milk, the fabric and cut clearly weren't cheap.

Moreover, the calm and composed demeanor he exuded when he spoke, and the confidence he showed in unfamiliar environments, were not things that ordinary students could fake.

She spent more than three years at Yenching University, studying while searching for targets in the circle of rich second-generation individuals. She hooked up with several so-called second-generation rich kids, some driving sports cars and others wearing luxury watches, but after getting to know them, she always felt that something was missing.

They were either spoiled brats who relied on their family's wealth but lacked ability, or nouveau riche with flamboyant personalities and extravagant behavior. Lin Feng gave her a completely different feeling; he had a calm and controlling presence, low-key and unassuming yet full of confidence.

Hopefully, Raymond Lam won't disappoint her.

Thinking of this, she threw off the covers, sat up in bed, opened the wardrobe, and began picking out clothes to go out.

Shen Wanyu was sitting cross-legged at her desk, munching on an apple and watching variety shows. Hearing the noise, she turned around and glanced at her. "Are you going out again? Don't you have no classes today?"

"Yeah, I've made plans to have lunch with someone." Xu Momo took out a beige fitted dress from the closet, held it up in front of the mirror, then put it back and changed into a light blue silk shirt, paired with a white pencil skirt.

She sat down in front of the makeup mirror and began touching up her makeup, her movements practiced and focused.

"Going to hook up with rich guys again? Last time it was that guy who drove a BMW, you dumped him after only two meetings, who is it this time? Let me tell you, not many of those rich kids are reliable, don't come crying to me later after you've been taken advantage of." Shen Wanyu turned around and leaned on the back of the chair, apple core in her mouth, giving her a muffled piece of advice.

Actually, she thought Xu Momo was good in every way—smart, beautiful, and academically excellent—and they had a good relationship. It was just that she was too restless in this aspect.

Because of her family background, she kept her distance from all men, but Xu Momo was the opposite. She enjoyed being pursued and the process of men spending money to please her, but she never truly invested any feelings.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Who am I, Xu Momo? I've been through countless flowers without a single petal clinging to me. Those stinky men who want to take advantage of me? No way! You know me, I'm always the one who dumps them. When have they ever had the chance to bully me?" Xu Momo applied lipstick in front of the mirror, gently dabbed her lips with a tissue, then stood up, twirled in front of the full-length mirror, and straightened her skirt.

She fastened a thin silver collarbone chain, picked up her handbag from the bed, and walked a few steps toward the door in her high heels.

"You always say that. Let's see if you can stay untouched by someone you actually meet one day." Shen Wanyu shook her head, turned around and continued to eat her apple and watch her variety show, muttering, "Whatever."

After Xu Momo left, the dormitory became quiet.

Shen Wanyu threw the apple core into the trash can and leaned back in her chair, lost in thought for a while. Her gaze fell on her phone screen, recalling how the man had caught her steadily when she missed a step on the stairs that morning, and the pants she had ruined with a cup of soy milk.

She hates owing favors the most. Today, Lin Feng helped her and she even dirtied his pants. Although she said she didn't need to pay for it, she still felt bad about it.

She opened WeChat and sent a message to Raymond Lam: "Handsome, what size pants do you wear?" After waiting a moment without receiving a reply, she simply opened her phone's map and searched for nearby shopping malls, deciding to personally go and buy Raymond Lam a new pair of pants that afternoon, as a way of repaying this favor.

Thinking of this, she stood up, stretched, and planned to take a nap and then go to the mall to repay the favor.

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After hanging up Xu Momo's call, Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa and thought for a while. Then he stood up, walked to his suitcase, and took out a light gray shirt that had just been ordered.

This garment was custom-made by an old tailor when he was at Hohai University. The fabric is an imported Italian cashmere blend, and the tailoring is extremely exquisite. It is understated when worn, but those who know their stuff can tell at a glance that it is very valuable.

He then took out a small velvet bag from a hidden compartment in his suitcase and poured out a Patek Philippe watch. This was a gift He Qianwen had brought him when she went to Switzerland on a business trip. He didn't usually like wearing such flashy things, but he needed this watch to make an impression at today's meal.

He had seen too many women like Xu Momo. The way she looked at men was like she was appraising them; she could scan a man from head to toe and immediately give him a price.

What he needs to do today is to make that number big enough that she will willingly lower her guard and become his channel for inquiring about Shen Wanyu.

The barbecue restaurant is hidden deep in an alley in the heart of Kyoto's CBD. The storefront is small, with a few red lanterns hanging on the Korean-style wooden lattice windows.

Lin Feng waited at the door for less than a few minutes before a ride-hailing car pulled up on the side of the road. Xu Momo stepped out from the back seat, her beige pointed high heel touching the ground, followed by a long, slender, fair leg, and then her rounded buttocks encased in a white bodycon mini-skirt.

As she bent down to get out of the car, the collar of her light blue silk shirt drooped slightly, revealing a small section of her delicate collarbone and a thin silver collarbone chain. She was practically glowing in the sunlight, attracting the attention of several office workers smoking on the roadside.

"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Xu Momo walked up to Lin Feng with a perfectly timed smile on her face and gently shook his hand.

The fingers were soft, the fingertips were slightly cool, and the grip on the hand was just right.

Her gaze swept quickly over Lin Feng: his light gray custom-made shirt, the English abbreviations on his cuffs, and the watch on his wrist.

Her heart skipped a beat as she mentally estimated the value of his outfit. She recognized the embroidered logo on the shirt cuff; it was a custom-made brand, and the shirt alone would cost tens of thousands.

As for that watch, it's a limited edition, and the boutiques don't have it in stock. You have to order it from the manufacturer, and it starts at least in the seven figures.

She had dined with several so-called rich second-generation heirs, many of whom wore expensive watches, but this was the first time she had ever seen someone wear such a limited edition. The man in front of her was more wealthy than all the rich guys she had hooked up with before combined.

"I just arrived too. Please come in." Lin Feng gestured for her to walk into the store.

The interior decoration is typical of Korean style, with light wood tables and chairs paired with dark gray walls, and the air is filled with the aroma of charcoal and barbecue.

The waiter, dressed in traditional Korean attire, greeted them in slightly accented Korean and led them through the corridor into a small, exquisite private room. The lighting was soft, creating a private atmosphere.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the tatami mat and frowned slightly. He wasn't a fan of this Japanese-Korean style of decoration, especially sitting cross-legged to eat, as he always felt that his legs couldn't stretch out.

Xu Momo sat naturally on the tatami mat, her legs together and placed diagonally to one side, her posture elegant, and her bodycon skirt accentuated her curves even more in this sitting position.

She noticed the discomfort on Lin Feng's face and took the initiative to bring him a spare low chair from the side.

"Mr. Lin, you're not used to sitting cross-legged, are you? Use this. I can't sit on the tatami mats when I come to this kind of shop either. Chairs are more comfortable, especially for you guys with long legs, it's even more uncomfortable to sit cross-legged." Her voice was sweet but not cloying, and her tone was just the right amount of considerate, as if she were taking care of an old friend.

"Thank you. You're very thoughtful. I'm not really used to this sitting posture; it feels awkward because I can't stretch my legs out." Lin Feng took the chair and sat down, feeling much more comfortable.

The dishes were served quickly.