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

Xu Momo watched Wei Jing's disheveled departure, and the resentment that had been building up inside her for so long finally found an outlet.

Looking down at the few LV shopping bags gleaming with understated luster in front of me, I felt like I was dreaming.

I remember last winter, when I was arguing with Wei Jing on WeChat, she said something like, "You can't even find a man to buy you a bag, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?"

Now she can finally hold her head high.

She looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes slightly red, her fingers still tightly gripping his sleeve, her voice choked with emotion: "Why are you so good to me? I've only known you for less than a day, and you've already spent so much money on me. I haven't done anything for you, I..." She couldn't finish her sentence because she didn't know how to express her feelings at that moment.

"You're my girlfriend, who else would I treat well if not you? My woman can't be bullied by others. Besides, this isn't much, just consider it a small gift." Lin Feng reached out and gently brushed the tip of her nose, the gesture intimate and natural, then pulled her closer to him.

His hand slowly moved up from her waist, his fingertips feeling the curves of her body through the thin fabric of her shirt, before gently stopping at the edge of the barely visible cleavage on her chest.

Her fingertips lightly brushed against the skin beneath the silk shirt, her voice low and languidly flirtatious, "So... how big is it exactly?"

Xu Momo trembled slightly as if electrocuted by his touch, then bit her lower lip and nestled into his arms, burying her face in his chest, her voice so soft it was almost melting: "Darling... I'm a 34C. How does it feel? Are you satisfied?"

Looking up at Lin Feng, her eyes, outlined with exquisite eyeliner, were filled with tears.

"34C! Not bad. Let's go, I'll take you to buy clothes. You look good in anything." Lin Feng gently pinched her waist again, then let go and tilted his head slightly towards the outside of the store.

Xu Momo nodded obediently, her face beaming with undisguised happiness. She helped Lin Feng carry several shopping bags out of the LV store, her high heels clicking crisply on the sidewalk.

I secretly took out my phone and snapped a picture of the LV shopping bags. My fingers flew across the screen as I opened WeChat and selected the photo of the four LV shopping bags lined up in a row.

Her finger hovered over the screen for a moment, then she typed a message into Wei Jing's chat box: "Jingjing, my darling said these bags are too cheap and insists on buying them for me. Let's have coffee together sometime." After sending the message, she put her phone back in her bag, took Lin Feng's arm, and tilted her head up to give him a light kiss on the chin.

"Thank you." Her voice was soft, but there was an undeniable pride in it.

Lin Feng looked down at her. "What are you thanking me for? Are you my girlfriend?"

Xu Momo didn't feel uncomfortable about confirming their relationship so quickly. Instead, she felt a warm feeling welling up inside her and took his arm as they walked towards the parking lot.

Silently calculating in her mind, she realized that this man was spending hundreds of thousands of yuan at once, which was more than all the rich second-generation men she had hooked up with before combined.

Moreover, he was young and handsome, unlike Wei Jing, who was a pot-bellied middle-aged man. Most importantly, he was now her legitimate boyfriend.

Xu Momo suddenly had a feeling that she might have really hooked a man who could shut Wei Jing up completely this time. No matter who he was, as long as she was doing better than Wei Jing, that was enough.

After leaving the LV store, Lin Feng seized the opportunity and took Xu Momo to several brand counters on the top floor of the International Finance Center.

I bought her several outfits from head to toe in one go: a Chanel autumn trench coat, a Givenchy cashmere cardigan, Balenciaga chunky sneakers, and several well-tailored business suits. I even picked out several sets of underwear.

Every time he entered a store, the sales assistants became exceptionally attentive when they saw Lin Feng's black credit card and the way he casually ordered items. The store manager even personally carried a tray behind him, his face crinkling with smiles.

"Honey, isn't this trench coat too expensive? It's over 20,000 yuan. The most expensive clothes I usually wear are only a few hundred yuan. I've never bought anything this expensive before. To be honest, my hands are shaking right now. It feels like a dream. Do you think I'm dreaming? Can you pinch me?" Xu Momo stood in front of the dressing mirror and spun around, looking at her refreshed self in the mirror.

I've never worn such expensive clothes before, and I never imagined that one day I could casually pick up items at a Chanel boutique like I was shopping in a supermarket.

"It's not expensive. This fitted cut suits you very well, making your waist look slim and your legs look long. Look in the mirror yourself, can it compare to that previous one that cost several hundred dollars? Clothes are a matter of price, and people can tell the quality at a glance. If my woman, Lin Feng's woman, went out wearing clothes that cost several hundred dollars, it would be embarrassing for me."

Lin Feng leaned against the doorframe of the fitting room, glanced at her from head to toe, and casually waved to the store manager next to him, "Wrap up this one, and the ones she tried on earlier. Also, bring out all the new autumn/winter styles that are suitable for her age and let her try them on."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment, I'll go get it right away!" The store manager's eyes lit up instantly, and he turned around and jogged to the warehouse to get the goods, the sound of his high heels on the marble floor was hurried and excited.

The other sales assistants quickly surrounded her, helping Xu Momo adjust the hem and shoulder line, each one more attentive than the last.

Xu Momo stood in front of the dressing mirror, surrounded by this group of people, feeling like the female lead in some idol drama.

"But you've already bought me so many bags. If you buy all these clothes, it'll probably cost over a million! I never imagined I'd wear such expensive clothes. You know, before, whenever I passed by Chanel, I only dared to look at the store from outside the window. I didn't even have the courage to go in, afraid of being given the cold shoulder by the sales assistants. Now you've bought me so much all at once, I really don't know what to do. Should I refuse a little to appear more dignified?"

She quickly calculated in her mind the total value of everything she had received today—those bags were worth nearly 800,000, and with the clothes added, it was well over a million.

This number made her dizzy and gave her a completely new understanding of Raymond Lam's wealth.

"Your reserve is for outsiders, not for me. I've said it before, I'm never stingy with my women. Back in school, you wore clothes that cost only a few hundred yuan, standing next to those rich kids' girlfriends—didn't you feel awkward? Now, dressed like this, who would dare look down on you? Would that Wei Jing still dare to flaunt her wealth in front of you?"

Lin Feng stood up and walked behind her. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, wearing that fitted trench coat, he put his hands on her shoulders, bent down slightly, and leaned close to her ear.