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

Lin Feng parked his car in the underground garage of Ye Qinghan's apartment complex and took the elevator upstairs. He rang the doorbell, and the door opened after about ten seconds.

Ye Qinghan stood in the doorway, wearing a loose-fitting light gray knit sweater with a low neckline that revealed a section of her collarbone and a large expanse of skin below her neck. She wore dark cotton loungewear shorts and was barefoot on the wooden floor, her toes painted with a very light nude nail polish. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, the ends slightly curled, and it looked like it had just been washed.

She bent down to take the slippers out of the shoe cabinet and placed them beside his feet. When she straightened up, the neckline of her loose knit sweater drooped down a bit, revealing two full breasts peeking out from the edge of the neckline and swaying gently under the fabric.

She was dressed casually at home, without a bra, and the thin, soft knitwear clearly outlined her body.

Lin Feng's gaze lingered on her chest for a moment.

He reached out and pulled her closer by the waist, then leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Ye Qinghan put her hand on his shoulder, returned the kiss, and then took a half step back.

"Come in, I've already bought the groceries, they're in the kitchen." She turned and walked into the living room. From behind, the knitted sweater hung loosely on her body, but the curve of her hips was still stretched out round and full under her shorts, creating a taut outline with every step.

Lin Feng changed into slippers and followed him inside. The living room curtains were half-drawn, and the afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sheer curtains, casting a warm yellow band of light on the wooden floor.

Two glasses of chilled tea were already poured on the coffee table, with fine water droplets condensing on the inside of the glasses.

"What time is your flight this afternoon?" Ye Qinghan walked into the kitchen and took out the dishes one by one from the table.

"Three o'clock. There are still about four hours left."

Ye Qinghan was bending down to take something out of the refrigerator when she heard this. She straightened up, turned around and glanced at him. "Four hours is enough for you to cook me a meal. I've been thinking about the spicy shrimp tails you made last time."

Lin Feng walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and turned on the tap to wash his hands. "Okay, then let's make spicy shrimp tails." He glanced at the ingredients on the table: shrimp, garlic, dried chili peppers, green peppers, potatoes, and tomatoes—a fairly complete set. "Did you go out of your way to buy these?"

"I didn't have much to do at noon, so I went to the market." Ye Qinghan poured the shrimp into a colander and placed it by the sink. Then she pushed the garlic cloves and dried chili peppers next to him. "I've already removed the heads and veins from the shrimp, so you can just stir-fry them."

The two stood in the kitchen, one washing and chopping vegetables, the other standing by the stove waiting for the oil to heat up. Ye Qinghan cut the potatoes into chunks, and after she finished, she didn't put the knife down. Instead, she used the back of the knife to smash a few cloves of garlic. As the garlic crumbs scattered, she gathered the bits on the counter and shoved them into the trash can.

Lin Feng poured the oil into the pan, and after the oil was hot, he added minced garlic and dried chili peppers to sauté until fragrant. With a sizzle, the aroma of garlic filled the kitchen.

Ye Qinghan turned to the side and handed over the chopped potato pieces. The movement was very natural. Their hands touched briefly as they passed the potato, and his fingertips lingered on the back of her hand for half a second before letting go.

After the shrimp tails were added to the pan, they changed color after a few stirs. Soy sauce and cooking wine were added, along with a spoonful of sugar. The spatula moved at a steady, unhurried pace. Ye Qinghan leaned against the refrigerator, watching him. Her gaze lingered on his profile for a moment, then shifted to his hands, but she remained silent.

Three dishes and a soup were served.

Spicy shrimp tails, dry-fried shredded potatoes, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and tomato egg drop soup. Ye Qinghan opened two cans of iced drinks and placed them on the table. He sat down, picked up a shrimp tail, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This is the taste. The spicy shrimp tails I had outside last time were not right. The shrimp were not fresh enough, and the spiciness was not fragrant enough." She picked up another shrimp, put the shell and meat into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and then took a sip of iced drink.

Lin Feng sat across from him, picked up a piece of shredded potato with his chopsticks, and said, "Just tell me if you want some next time, and I'll come and make it for you."

"You're so busy, how could you possibly have time to come over anytime?" Ye Qinghan picked up a piece of tomato and put it in her mouth. As she chewed, she suddenly smiled. "But I'm quite happy to hear you say that."

The two chatted as they ate.

Ye Qinghan mentioned that next week she would be going to Suzhou to participate in an exchange and learning event for the government system, which would last five days, where she would share management experience with her counterparts there.

"You guys still need to learn?" Lin Feng picked up his drink and took a sip. "I thought you were all about teaching others how to manage."

"Let's learn from each other." Ye Qinghan pointed at him with her chopsticks. "Do you think being a mayor means you know everything? Many management methods are learned by observing how others do things. This trip is organized by the Suzhou Municipal Government, and we'll be visiting several units."

Lin Feng slowed down his chopping of the shrimp tail. "Suzhou? BYD's headquarters are over there."

"BYD?" Ye Qinghan looked up at him. "You're going too?"

"My company is working on a new energy truck project, and we're going to build a production base in cooperation with BYD. I was planning to go there next week or the week after, but I haven't decided on a specific date yet. If you're there too, we can meet up."

Ye Qinghan put down her chopsticks, looked at him, and smiled slightly. "We'll see when we get there. The accommodations I'm staying in are arranged by the group, so it might not be very convenient, but going out for dinner tonight shouldn't be a problem."

Lin Feng nodded and put another shrimp tail into her bowl.

After finishing his meal, he cleared away the dishes and chopsticks.

Ye Qinghan went to the bedroom to change into a looser set of loungewear, a white cotton dress with a wide neckline and a skirt that reached mid-thigh.

When he came out, he looked much more energetic than before.

When Raymond Lam came out of the kitchen, he was sitting on the sofa with one leg bent and resting on the cushion, and the other leg dangling over the edge of the sofa. His skirt was bunched up above his knees, revealing most of his thigh.

The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the gauze curtains, illuminating her. The cotton dress was so thin that it subtly revealed the outline of her body.

Lin Feng sat down on the sofa, his hand naturally resting on the back of the sofa, then slowly lowering it to rest on her shoulder. He glanced down at her; Ye Qinghan was looking at her phone, her screen displaying a schedule. She flipped through it a couple of times, locked her phone, placed it on the coffee table, and turned to look at him.

Lin Feng's hand slid down her shoulder along her collarbone and stopped at her neckline. His fingertips gently hooked the edge of the neckline and pulled it down slightly, causing the fabric to slide down her shoulder and reveal a large expanse of skin below her collarbone.

He didn't rush to continue, but gently rubbed her collarbone with his thumb, using very light pressure.

Ye Qinghan's breathing changed slightly.

My hand continued down the neckline; the cotton dress fabric was very soft, offering almost no resistance in my palm. As my hand touched her, I could feel her warm body temperature and the touch of her skin through the thin fabric.

Ye Qinghan made a very soft sound in her throat, like inhaling or humming. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes showing afternoon weariness and something else.

"You have two hours," she said, reaching out her hand and pressing her fingers against the back of his. "Can you finish?"

Lin Feng lowered his head and kissed her, his fingers tightening and loosening, the temperature under his palm slowly rising. Ye Qinghan's hand moved from the back of his hand to his waist, slowly sliding up through the shirt fabric, stopping on his back, her fingers curling slightly, pressing on his shoulder blade through the shirt.

Ye Qinghan's breathing rhythm had noticeably quickened.

He withdrew his hand from Lin Feng's back, his fingertips lingered on the buttons of his shirt for a moment, and then slowly unbuttoned the first one, his movements unhurried.