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

Shen Wanyu suddenly lowered her head, her eyes slowly reddening.

She didn't cry out loud, but just quietly lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly. No one had ever said anything like that to her before.

Everyone thought she was rebellious, immature, and ungrateful.

Only this man truly understood her thoughts. After a long while, Shen Wanyu took a deep breath, wiped away the tears on her face haphazardly with the back of her hand, and looked up at Lin Feng.

"Do you know what my mom said to me before she passed away? She said, 'Wanyu, you should be more understanding of him in the future.' Later, my dad remarried, and I felt that he had betrayed my mom. I felt that he had long forgotten what my mom looked like, and I have hated him all these years."

"Your father's remarriage doesn't mean he's forgotten your mother. He also needs to live and needs someone to support the family. You can't negate all the good he's done for you because of this. Do you want to see him grow old alone without anyone by his side? Your mother is the one who suffers the most from heaven seeing you two not speaking to each other for so many years. Tomorrow is the anniversary of her death. Letting her see you reconcile is the best comfort for her. No matter how bad he is, he's still your closest family."

After hearing Lin Feng's words, and considering the ideas Xu Momo had instilled in her over the past two days, Shen Wanyu did indeed think a lot.

I wiped the corner of my eye with my sleeve, smudging my eyeliner a little.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at Lin Feng. "Go back and tell my dad that I'll go to sweep my mom's grave tomorrow. But tell him not to come; I want to talk to her alone. After I'm done sweeping the grave... I'll go find him. You're right, he's still the closest relative in the world."

"It's good that you've come to your senses," Lin Feng said, taking out a lucky charm he had just obtained from his backpack and placing it in her hand. "I'll call your dad tonight. With you saying that, he'll probably be laughing in his sleep tonight."

Shen Wanyu looked up at Lin Feng and suddenly said, "You're so outstanding, you must have a lot of girls chasing after you!"

Lin Feng was surprised that Shen Wanyu would suddenly ask that question.

He was leaning against a pillar in the gazebo, unscrewing a lemonade and taking a sip when he heard this. He almost choked, then casually replied in a half-joking tone, "That's quite a lot. What, you want to pursue me too?"

He had expected Shen Wanyu to roll her eyes and scold him as usual, or retort with "You're dreaming." But she didn't.

Instead, she looked up at him with a seriousness he had never seen before. She nodded solemnly, her lips parted slightly, and she hesitated for a moment before finally mustering the courage to speak.

"Your type is definitely not someone like me, it should be..." Before she could finish speaking, she heard footsteps behind her.

Xu Momo walked up the stone steps on the other side of the pavilion, holding onto the railing with one hand and rubbing her calf with the other. When she saw them, she raised her face and called out.

Almost reflexively, Shen Wanyu swallowed the words that were about to come out, turned around and quickly went to meet her, her tone filled with barely concealed tension and concern, asking her how her leg was and whether it still hurt.

Xu waved her hand and said she was much better. After resting for so long, she was fine. Let them continue on their way.

Lin Feng stood in the pavilion, holding the bottle of lemonade he hadn't finished drinking, savoring Shen Wanyu's unfinished words.

Could she be serious?

He muttered something to himself.

This is Shen Ping's daughter, Shen Qianqian's cousin, not a recent intern like Ma Qingqing, nor a kept woman like Xu Momo.

Besides, he likes girls who are very broad-minded.

This reminded him of Ye Qinghan, and then of Shen Ping's words at the dinner table: "A man can be a womanizer, but the premise is that he can control himself." He couldn't help but rub his temples.

It seems I have quite a few emotional debts to repay.

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From Ye Qinghan to Shen Qianqian, from Shangguan Jinghong to He Qianwen, from Wang Yue to Ma Qingqing, then to Wang Yuqing and Xu Momo, and Zhou Mei far away in Yunnan, every relationship was not just a pastime; he invested real feelings in each one.

But Shen Wanyu is different; her identity is too special.

He pinched himself to bring himself back to his senses, poured most of the lemonade into the bottle, and followed after them.

On the way down the mountain, the three of them chatted and laughed.

Shen Wanyu walked beside Lin Feng, her steps much lighter than when they were going up the mountain, and she became more talkative. She took the initiative to tell Lin Feng about the fun she had working at the cat cafe, saying that the particularly clingy orange cat had recently given birth to a litter of kittens, one of which was tabby and looked a lot like Dou Dou when she was a kitten.

Lin Feng noticed that her gaze would occasionally drift towards him while she was speaking, and each time they made eye contact, she would quickly look away, pretending to be looking at the distant mountain scenery.

He was very familiar with that evasive look in her eyes; it was exactly the same look Ma Qingqing had given him in the cave. Lin Feng had a bad feeling.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, Lin Feng hailed a taxi and returned to the hotel alone.

Xu Momo drove the champagne-colored SU7 back to school with Shen Wanyu in tow. On the way, Shen Wanyu leaned back in the passenger seat, watching the street scenes rushing past the window, and remained silent for a long time.

Then she took out her phone, opened WeChat, found a contact she had blocked for more than half a year, hesitated for several seconds, took a deep breath, and started typing.

The message was longer than ever before.

She's going to visit her mother's grave tomorrow and wants to spend some quiet time alone to talk to her. Later, she plans to go back to Hohai University to take the postgraduate entrance exam; she's found that Hohai University's graduate school also offers a law program, which is a good fit for her interests.

He also said a lot of good things about Raymond Lam.

In the provincial party committee meeting room, Shen Ping was sitting on the podium listening to the reports from the people below, his notebook filled with dense notes.

The screen of his personal phone on the table suddenly lit up, displaying a WeChat message. He had only glanced at it casually, but when he saw the contact's name, he visibly froze, his fingers slightly tightening on the armrest of his chair.

I picked up my phone, read the entire message word by word, then turned off the screen, put it back on the table, took a sip of my tea, and suppressed the smile that I couldn't stop from spreading across my face.

He spent most of his life in officialdom, witnessing countless ups and downs, and never lost his composure.

But at that moment, he felt he almost burst out laughing in the conference room.

Lin Feng, that kid, only took three days to win Wan Yu back. And judging from what his daughter said, she plans to stay in Hohai University to take the postgraduate entrance exam, which isn't far from Zijin City, so they can visit each other often in the future.

He picked up his phone and sent Lin Feng a message with just a few words: "Lin Feng, I'll remember this favor."

Lin Feng was woken up by his phone vibrating.

He picked it up groggily and glanced at it; it was a message from Shen Ping.

For the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission to say such a thing, the future of Shuke Company in Jiangbei Province is truly bright. He replied with a message saying "You're welcome, it's my pleasure," then placed his phone on the bedside table, turned over, and closed his eyes again.

I slept very soundly and didn't wake up until evening.

After waking up, he ordered a late-night snack and leaned against the headboard to eat while texting Xu Momo to come over. This little girl had done a great job to make things go so smoothly.

Xu Momo appeared in the hotel room on time.

She was carrying several paper bags, and under Lin Feng's questioning gaze, she placed them on the bed, opened them, and...

It turned out to be all kinds of work uniforms!

She blinked and spoke in an overly sweet tone.

"Honey, what role do you want me to play today? I went to buy it specially this afternoon..."

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, watching her lay out six outfits on the bed one by one, a smile playing on his lips. "Quite a variety of styles. Here's the deal: one thousand per minute. How much you get depends on your performance. Okay, let's begin."