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

Lin Feng finally returned to Hehai City.

As the plane landed on the runway, the moment the tires touched the ground, looking out the window at the familiar sky and the outline of the bridge spanning the river in the distance, a long-lost sense of peace welled up in my heart.

After being away for so many days, things in Kyoto went relatively smoothly, Shen Qianqian was brought back, and the task assigned by Shen Ping was successfully completed.

Xu Momo, on the other hand, clung to him a lot in the last few days, sending him several messages a day, saying she missed him, that she wasn't used to staying in the hotel, and that she had no interest in shopping while he was away from Kyoto.

Lin Feng knew whether the girl was sincere or acting, but in any case, her performance as a kept woman was indeed very competent.

Ye Qinghan's car was already waiting in the airport parking lot.

Today she wore a dark green silk shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a small section of her fair collarbone and the thin silver chain around her neck.

She tucked her shirt into beige wide-leg trousers, wore nude pointed-toe high heels, her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she wore sunglasses.

Leaning against the car door, she watched as Lin Feng pushed his suitcase out, a smile slowly curving her lips, but her gaze quickly shifted to Shen Qianqian, who was holding Lin Feng's arm.

When Shen Qianqian saw Ye Qinghan, she let go of Lin Feng's arm, ran over, and threw herself into her arms. "Mom! I haven't seen you in so long! You seem to have lost weight. Have you been too busy with work lately and not eating properly? I sent you a message telling you to eat on time, but did you just lie and say you ate when you didn't?" Her voice had a hint of coquetry as she buried her face in Ye Qinghan's shoulder for a while, then looked up and carefully examined her mother's face, frowning like a little adult.

"I've eaten, I've eaten. You're even more talkative than me. As for you, you've gained quite a bit of weight since you stayed in Kyoto for so long, haven't you? Was the food on the study tour particularly good? Or did Lin Feng take you to eat something delicious?" Ye Qinghan smiled and patted her hair, his eyes filled with tenderness.

She looked Shen Qianqian up and down, her gaze lingering on her chest for a moment, and the smile on her lips deepened, but she said nothing.

"I'm not fat! I'm just wearing a lot of clothes, which makes me look bulky. Besides, the spicy hot pot in Kyoto is really delicious. Lin Feng even praised my appetite. He also said that my tolerance for spice has improved. I used to be unable to handle even mild spice, but now I can handle medium spice." Shen Qianqian let go of Ye Qinghan, took a step back, and spun around to show that she hadn't gained weight, but after spinning around, she first guiltily tugged at her skirt.

The three of them got into the car, with Shen Qianqian sitting in the back, chatting and laughing all the way.

She told Ye Qinghan about her experiences in Kyoto, the large companies she visited during her study tour, how the professor praised her research report, and the tourist attractions Lin Feng accompanied her to.

When talking about the Echo Wall at the Temple of Heaven, she complained, "Mom, you know what? Lin Feng lied to me, saying the Echo Wall could transmit sound. I called his name several times over there, but when I ran to the other side, I couldn't hear anything. There was even an old man next to me laughing at me, saying the Echo Wall had been worn out by tourists and couldn't transmit sound at all. Lin Feng knew perfectly well that and still made me call; he did it on purpose!"

"Then why don't you call someone else's name? Why do you have to call his?" Ye Qinghan glanced at his daughter in the rearview mirror while driving, his tone teasing.

Shen Qianqian was taken aback, her face flushed slightly, and she muttered, "Mom, how come you're on his side?" Then she leaned back in her seat and flipped through the photos on her phone from the past few days, counting the number of places she had visited as she flipped through them.

While Shen Qianqian was looking down at the photos, Ye Qinghan glanced at Lin Feng in the rearview mirror, her gaze filled with a tenderness that only the two of them could understand. Lin Feng leaned back in the passenger seat and nodded to Ye Qinghan from an angle that Shen Qianqian couldn't see.

Back at Ye Qinghan's house, Lin Feng personally cooked a meal.

Ye Qinghan had prepared the ingredients in the refrigerator in advance. She rolled up her sleeves, cut the garlic sprouts into even small sections, shredded the lean meat and mixed it with starch, and blanched and drained the crayfish after thawing.

The kitchen quickly filled with the aroma of spicy and savory food. Shen Qianqian leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching him work, and suddenly said, "You know what? What I missed most when I was in Kyoto was your cooking. The cafeteria food there was good too, but it wasn't the same as yours. Your cooking has a very special feeling, like—the feeling of home."

"Then come back more often, and I'll cook more meals. Anyway, you've already submitted your research report, so you shouldn't be as busy anymore. Let me know in advance what you want to eat, and I'll go buy the groceries."

"I want to eat crayfish, stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, and the sweet and sour pork ribs you made last time. Let's make these for today, and save the rest for later." Shen Qianqian counted on her fingers, her eyes sparkling.

Ye Qinghan was handing Lin Feng condiments when she heard their conversation, but the tenderness in her eyes was undeniable. As she handed him a clove of garlic, her fingers lightly touched the back of Lin Feng's hand. They exchanged a glance, but neither spoke, simply lowering their heads to continue what they were doing.

Three dishes and a soup were served: stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, spicy crayfish, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and tomato and egg drop soup—all dishes that Ye Qinghan and Shen Qianqian loved.

Shen Qianqian picked up a crayfish, peeled it, and put it in her mouth. She gasped from the spiciness, fanning herself with her hand as she praised how delicious it was: "This is the taste! The spicy crayfish in Beijing can't compare to this. They're not spicy enough, and there's not enough garlic. Yours is just right. Mom, try this. Lin Feng's crayfish today is even better than last time. He put in a lot of garlic, and it's fragrant and spicy." As she spoke, she put several crayfish in Ye Qinghan's bowl as well, then lowered her head to continue peeling her own.

After dinner, the three of them sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted for a while. Shen Qianqian leaned against Ye Qinghan, holding a box of pastries she had brought back from Kyoto, eating them bit by bit, and talking about the interesting things that happened during her study tour.

Lin Feng's phone vibrated on the coffee table. He picked it up and glanced at it—it was a message from Shen Ping, inviting him to his home in Hehai City if he had time later.

Lin Feng replied to the message and put his phone back in his pocket. Ye Qinghan noticed his expression and asked, "Is someone looking for you?"

"Yes. Secretary Shen invited me to his home in Hehai City. I thought he always lived in Zijin City, but I didn't expect him to have a place to live in Hehai as well."