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

Xu Momo looked at the two people standing side by side in the mirror, her heart pounding like a drum. Her fingers gently stroked the exquisite cashmere fabric of the trench coat, feeling a slight tingling in her fingertips.

I remember when Wei Jing and I used to go shopping together, every time we passed by these brand stores, we would only dare to peek at them from outside the window. We would even be deterred by the invisible sense of distance when we got close to the door.

And now, she is standing in front of the Chanel fitting room mirror, wearing an expensive haute couture trench coat, with a man behind her who can casually spend millions on her.

She suddenly realized that all her previous goals and plans were too pale, and that this was what real life was all about.

She secretly made a decision in her heart: no matter who Lin Feng was or whether he had other women around him, she had to hold onto him.

If she misses this chance, she may never have another one in her life. Even if it's just temporary, she's willing to accept it.

At least let this relationship begin. I don't care what others think or think.

Lin Feng then asked the sales assistant to bring over the latest model phone. He unpacked it on the spot and handed her the brand-new phone. "Your old phone screen was all scratched up. Get a new one. The camera will have a higher resolution, and it'll look better on social media. You're my girlfriend now; it's not right for you to use a crappy phone."

Xu Momo's fingers were trembling when she took the new phone.

This iPhone had only been out for a short time, and scalpers were selling it for tens of thousands of yuan a unit, and it was impossible to get one. So he just gave it to her.

I held the new phone in my hands, turning it over and over to look at it several times, and then carefully put it into the pocket of my newly bought Chanel trench coat.

She felt like everything she had experienced today was like a movie, and she was the female lead who was hit by a domineering CEO who fell from the sky.

I secretly pinched my thigh, and the pain almost made me cry out. Only then did I realize I wasn't dreaming.

Over the next few hours, Xu Momo changed into several more outfits, each one earning Lin Feng's approval. While changing in the fitting room, a small thought suddenly popped into her head. After hesitating for a moment, she picked up her phone and took several photos in the mirror.

One photo shows her in a side profile wearing only black lace lingerie. The full curves below her collarbone are faintly visible in the mirror, and her slender waist and rounded hips form an alluring S-shaped curve.

One photo shows her wearing a newly bought deep V-neck dress, taken from behind. She turns around and smiles, the hem of her dress gently lifting to reveal a section of her thigh covered in stockings.

Another photo shows her pouting in front of a mirror, wearing only an unbuttoned Chanel trench coat with the neckline slightly open, revealing her fair skin, her eyes languid and sexy.

She sent these photos to Raymond Lam on WeChat with a message: "Honey, these are also new lingerie sets. Which one do you think looks the best? Once you've chosen, I'll wear them for you to see."

Lin Feng sat on the sofa outside the fitting room, his phone vibrating several times. He opened WeChat, and when he saw the photos, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

This girl is indeed clever; she knows how to add flair at the right time and in the right way. After looking at each photo, she replied with a message: "Every outfit is beautiful. The black one is the best; wear this style more often. You're a great photographer; you get the angles perfect."

Xu Momo saw the reply in the fitting room and bit her lower lip triumphantly. She mentally gave herself a thumbs up; this tactic had definitely worked.

She tidied her hair in front of the mirror, applied another layer of lipstick, and then walked out of the fitting room carrying a pile of new clothes. With a sweet smile on her face, she returned to Lin Feng's side like a little bird nestled against him.

After buying the clothes, they temporarily left their belongings at the store, and Lin Feng took Xu Momo to a folk music bar hidden deep in a hutong.

The tavern was small, with dim lighting and old but clean wooden tables and chairs. In the corner, a singer with long hair was holding a guitar and singing an old folk song. His weathered and hoarse voice echoed in the quiet space.

Shen Wanyu sent her several messages asking where she was, but she didn't have time to reply.

At this moment, Xu Momo was leaning against Lin Feng's chest, holding a mojito in her hand, feeling his palm lightly caressing her waist, and she felt dizzy.

Several more messages popped up from Shen Wanyu. She glanced at the screen and thought she'd explain later; now was her and Lin Feng's sweet time.

"Lin Feng, you're so good to me, I'm really afraid this is all a dream. I never thought I'd meet someone like you. You know, before I went to university, I set a goal for myself: to find a boyfriend who was both rich and good to me. But then I realized that goal was too difficult to achieve. Rich guys are all womanizers, and non-womanizers are all poor. How did you manage to do it? You're capable, considerate, and so generous to your girlfriend. And don't you think she's materialistic?" She looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes, moistened by alcohol and happiness, were somewhat hazy.

"My family wasn't well-off when I was young, and everything I have now is something I've earned through my own hard work. I won't skimp on anything for people who deserve it. As for being materialistic? I don't think so. Isn't that how society is these days?" Lin Feng picked up his glass and took a sip, his tone calm and genuine.

Upon hearing these words, Xu Momo's last line of defense completely crumbled. A man who built his fortune from scratch, a man willing to spend money on her, a young, handsome, and witty man.

She felt that this was the person she had been waiting for, someone who had the wealth of a rich second-generation heir and the ambition of an entrepreneur, far superior to those spoiled brats who only knew how to sponge off their parents and drive sports cars.

I suddenly feel like all the luck in my life has been concentrated in this day.

After spending more than an hour at the pub, Lin Feng got up to pay the bill and naturally took Xu Momo's hand as they walked out. She thought he was going to take her back to school, but Lin Feng hailed a taxi and gave the name of the five-star hotel where he was staying.

When Xu Momo heard the hotel's name, her heart raced again. It was a top-ranked five-star hotel in Kyoto, and the price of a suite for one night was more than her monthly living expenses.

I had a brief internal struggle.

Isn't it too fast?

Wouldn't it seem too frivolous to go to a hotel with someone you've only known for less than a day?

But another voice quickly prevailed.

Xu Momo, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? If you miss today, he might find someone else tomorrow.

No... even if it's just to outdo Wei Jing, I have to go!

After reassuring herself, Xu Momo turned her head to look at Lin Feng's profile, swallowed hard, and swallowed back all the hesitation that was about to come out. She then quietly leaned on his shoulder.

Upon entering the room, Xu Momo was completely stunned by the luxurious decor. The suite was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the dazzling night view of Kyoto's CBD, where the lights of distant skyscrapers twinkled like stars in the night.

The living room features a leather sofa and a marble coffee table, while the bedroom boasts a large bed covered in high-thread-count sheets. A subtle woody aromatherapy scent permeates the air, and the bathroom has a bathtub large enough to fit two people.

Lin Feng took a bottle of red wine from the minibar, poured two glasses, and handed one to her. "Sit wherever you like, take pictures if you want. The night view here is nice, the angle from the floor-to-ceiling windows is the best."

Xu Momo took the wine glass, took a careful sip, and then walked around the room with her new phone, taking several pictures of the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I took a selfie sitting on the edge of the bed, with the dazzling Kyoto skyline in the background. I was wearing my new Chanel trench coat that I bought today, and a new Cartier bracelet on my wrist.

Looking at myself in the photo, I felt like I was shooting a fashion magazine cover.

I chose my best photo and posted it on my WeChat Moments with just five words in the caption: "You deserve better." In no time, the number of likes skyrocketed, and the comments section was full of envious voices.

Wei Jing saw it too, but she neither liked nor commented; she simply silently placed her phone screen face down on the table.