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

Just then!

Suddenly, Xiaoyu's voice came from downstairs, "Aunt Zhou, you're back!"

Wang Yuqing paused abruptly, pulled away from his embrace, quickly adjusted the neckline and waist tie of her dress, and turned to walk downstairs.

She took a couple of steps and then turned back to look at him, her face still flushed. Her voice was a bit calmer than before, "Come down, don't keep her waiting."

Lin Feng tucked the torn hem of his shirt back into his waistband, took a deep breath, and went downstairs.

In the living room on the first floor, Zhou Mei was sitting on the sofa.

The woman was wearing a loose white dress, and her belly was already noticeably rounded. Her four-month pregnancy made her look a bit rounder, and her cheeks were fuller than before. She had a good complexion and her skin was fair and rosy.

Seeing Lin Feng come downstairs, she smiled, her tone calm, as if she had known he would come today.

"You've arrived? Are you tired from the journey?"

Behind Zhou Mei stood a couple in their sixties. Zhou's father, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, had a tense expression and looked at Lin Feng with an unfriendly gaze. Zhou's mother stood beside them, smiling, and her attitude was much better than that of Zhou's father.

Lin Feng walked over and stood in front of Zhou Mei. He first bowed slightly to her parents and said, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

Mr. Zhou snorted, didn't reply, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Zhou's mother glanced at his retreating figure, then smiled and smoothed things over, "You must be tired from the journey? Have you eaten yet? There's still some food warming up in the kitchen, have something to eat first. Zhou Mei's tastes have changed quite a bit since she got pregnant. She used to dislike spicy food, but now she craves it every day, but she's afraid of getting a sore throat, so I have to cook different kinds for her. You've come at the right time, please talk to her and tell her not to be so willful." With that, she went to the kitchen.

After all, in Zhou's mother's eyes, as long as her daughter was doing well, that was enough. The title and such were not that important. At first, she was very angry, but when she learned that Lin Feng would transfer 500,000 yuan to her card every month, her attitude immediately changed. It was just that her old man couldn't get over it.

In this world, money is more important than anything else.

Only Lin Feng and Zhou Mei remained in the living room.

Zhou Mei leaned back on the sofa armrest, gently stroking her belly. She glanced at him, then at Wang Yuqing standing in the doorway, and chuckled, "What were you two doing upstairs just now?"

"Nothing much, I just arrived and was just looking around." Lin Feng sat down next to her.

Zhou Mei didn't press further. She simply removed her hand from her stomach, patted the seat next to her, and said, "Sit down, let me see you. You've lost weight, and you're not that tanned. You must have been through a lot while you were out there, right?"

Lin Feng sat down next to her, looked down at her belly, and gently placed his hand on it. Through the thin fabric of her dress, he could feel a faint fetal movement, as if something inside was gently nudging his palm.

Zhou Mei placed her hand on the back of his hand, and the two of them sat quietly for a while without saying a word.

Lin Feng rubbed his nose and coughed lightly. "Um, I'll be staying here for about three days. By the way, your parents..."

Zhou Mei sat in the wicker chair, turned her head to look at Lin Feng, and said, "Don't take it to heart, that's just his temper. I've told him many times, but he won't listen."

"It's nothing," Lin Feng squatted down beside her, his gaze falling on her protruding belly. "Are you over four months pregnant?"

"Four months and one week." Zhou Mei placed her hand on her stomach. "The first three months were really tough; I vomited everything I ate. But I'm much better now and can eat normally."

Lin Feng reached out and gently placed his hand on her stomach.

Through the thin cotton fabric, he could feel the warmth of her body and hear faint movements. After a while, he seemed to sense something, and his fingers paused slightly.

"It moved?"

"Yes, it's getting more and more obvious lately." Zhou Mei looked down at her belly, a gentle smile on her lips. "The doctor said it's developing very well."

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and remained silent for a moment.

A breeze blew through the yard, rustling the ivy leaves that covered the wall. Xiao Yu was still playing with Da Huang on the steps, completely unaware of what was happening on the adults' side.

Zhou's mother came out of the house, carrying a plate of sliced ​​watermelon, and placed it on the square table. "Don't stand there, sit down and talk. It's hot outside, have some watermelon to cool down."

Zhou Mei picked up a slice of watermelon, took a bite, and some juice dripped down her chin. She wiped it with a tissue, then turned to Lin Feng and asked, "What are your plans for these few days in Yunnan?"

"Nothing much planned," Lin Feng said, sitting down on a nearby stone bench. "I just wanted to see you all."

Lin Feng sat with Zhou Mei in the courtyard for nearly an hour.

Xiaoyu squatted on the steps and teased Dahuang with a stick. The dog chased the stick around the yard several times and then lay down on the ground with its tongue hanging out, exhausted.

Wang Yuqing went back into the house to pack her things, leaving only the two of them in the yard.

Zhou Mei leaned back in her wicker chair, placed the leftover watermelon rind on the corner of the table, and wiped her fingers with a tissue. "Did you come to Yunnan just to visit us, or is there something else?"

"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, so I took some time to come and keep you company." Lin Feng leaned back in his chair. "The company hasn't been too busy lately, so I wanted to check on how things are going on your end."

Zhou Mei nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

She looked down at her protruding belly, her fingers lightly resting on it. "Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the past. Those years at Hohai University, at school, and later when I went to Yunnan. I used to think those things were insurmountable, but now, looking back, they're not such a big deal."

"It's good that you can think positively about it."

"It's not that I've come to terms with it," Zhou Mei smiled. "It's that I don't have the energy to think about it anymore. I worry about what to eat, what to sleep, and what to take walks every day. My mind can't hold anything else."

Just then, Zhou's mother came out of the house and called out from the doorway, "Dinner's ready, everyone come over. We're having hot pot today, and all the ingredients are prepared."

Lin Feng stood up and reached out to help Zhou Mei to her feet. She moved a little slower than most people, bending slightly as she stood, and only taking a step after regaining her balance. Lin Feng held on tightly until she entered the courtyard.

The hot pot was placed on a large round table in the yard, with an induction cooker set up in the middle of the table. The broth was already boiling, with red oil and white broth each making up half, bubbling away.

Several dishes were laid out on the table: beef rolls, lamb rolls, shrimp paste, tripe, lotus root slices, potatoes, enoki mushrooms, and baby bok choy, arranged in a circle.

Xiao Yu ran ahead, climbed to his seat, and sat down, while Da Huang squatted by the table leg, watching longingly. Wang Yuqing followed behind, carrying a plate of freshly cut tofu, placed it on the table, and sat down beside it.

Mr. Zhou was already seated, with a bowl of dipping sauce in front of him and his chopsticks resting on the rim of the bowl. His teacup was full and untouched. Mrs. Zhou was busy setting out the bowls and chopsticks, and only sat down next to Mr. Zhou after seeing Lin Feng help Zhou Mei to her seat.

Lin Feng sat down next to Zhou Mei, poured her a glass of warm water and placed it beside her, then pushed the dipping sauce bowl in front of her so she could reach it without getting up. Zhou Mei said, "I can do it myself," but still took the chopsticks he offered.

Mr. Zhou picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, and said nothing. Mrs. Zhou picked up a slice of fatty beef, put it into the hot pot, cooked it for a few seconds, and then put it in Lin Feng's bowl. "Xiao Lin, try this beef. I bought it at the market this morning. It's very fresh."

"Thank you, Auntie." Lin Feng picked up a piece and ate it. "It's really fresh, much better than the ones from Hehai."

Zhou's mother smiled, then picked up another piece of shrimp paste with her chopsticks and put it into the pot. "Eat more if you like. This shrimp paste is homemade, with egg whites added, so it's more bouncy than the kind sold outside."

The atmosphere gradually eased under Zhou's mother's arrangement.

Lin Feng placed a few more slices of cooked mutton into Zhou Mei's bowl, and Zhou Mei lowered her head and ate slowly. Xiao Yu buried his head in his food, occasionally glancing up at Lin Feng before lowering his head again to continue eating. Wang Yuqing put two slices of potato in the pot to cook, without saying much.

Halfway through the meal, Lin Feng put down his chopsticks, looked in Zhou's father's direction, and said, "Uncle, after the child is born, I plan to set up a trust fund for the child. We'll deposit three million yuan into it every year until the child turns eighteen, to ensure Zhou Mei and the child's daily living expenses."