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

The town is quite large and bustling, with all sorts of shops lining both sides, including grocery stores, hardware stores, snack stalls, and clothing stores all crammed together.

Lin Feng walked in front, with Zhou's mother and father following behind.

When they passed a gold jewelry store, Lin Feng stopped for a moment, and Zhou's mother also stopped. She glanced at the gold bracelets displayed inside through the glass window, and then looked away.

Lin Feng pushed open the door and walked in. As the shop assistant greeted him, he pointed to the most eye-catching bracelet on the counter and said, "Let me take a look." The bracelet was solid, with peony patterns engraved on its surface, gleaming with a soft golden light under the lamp. Lin Feng picked it up and weighed it in his hand, then turned to Zhou's mother and said, "Auntie, try it on and see if it fits."

Zhou's mother declined a couple of times, but in the end, she couldn't resist and stretched out her wrist. When the bracelet slipped on, it sat perfectly just above her wrist bone, not too big or too small.

The sales assistant smiled and said, "This one is pure gold, the craftsmanship is excellent, and it really complements your skin tone."

Lin Feng took out his phone, scanned the QR code, and paid for the bracelet, which cost over 200,000 yuan, in less than five minutes. Zhou's father stood beside him, watching, his mouth moving as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only managed to utter, "Too expensive."

"Buy Auntie a bracelet, it's not expensive." Lin Feng handed the shopping bag to Zhou's mother and turned to leave the store.

He stopped again when they passed a watch shop. This time, Zhou's mother pulled him inside, saying that she had always wanted to buy her father a good watch. Lin Feng picked out a classic steel watch with a dark blue dial, simple and elegant, priced at just over ten thousand.

Mr. Zhou said that he didn't need to wear a watch, but he had already put his hand out for the shop assistant to put it on for him.

After leaving the watch shop, the courier company's truck was parked right at the gate. Several cardboard boxes were piled up at the entrance, each with a shipping label from Hehai Logistics attached. Lin Feng opened one of the boxes, inside which were neatly stacked product gift boxes from the health management company.

He took out two boxes and handed them to Zhou's mother, saying, "Auntie, these are nutritional supplements from the company. You can take them to improve your health." He then opened another, larger box, which was full of baby supplies: diapers, bottles, bedding, and comfort toys, packed to the brim.

Zhou's mother squatted down and rummaged through the items a few times. She picked up a small blanket and felt it in her hand. "This material is good, very soft. You bought so many, it must have cost a lot of money."

"The company staff helped me choose them, so I didn't have to put in much effort." Lin Feng opened the last box, which contained a folding stroller and a bottle warmer.

Mr. Zhou stood by and watched for a while, then turned around, walked to the corner of the wall, picked up his thermos that he had used for many years, took a sip of water, and didn't say anything, but the lines on his face were noticeably softer than yesterday.

In the afternoon, Lin Feng went to town again.

He went alone this time, and when he came back, he drove a brand new Tank 400, with a gray-green body and a high chassis. When he parked it at the gate of the courtyard, it took up half of the entire alley.

He jumped out of the driver's seat and handed the car keys to Zhou's father. "Uncle, you can drive this car normally. The road conditions here are complicated, so an SUV is easier to drive and will make it more convenient to take Zhou Mei to the hospital."

When Mr. Zhou took the keys, he paused for a moment, looked down at the logo on the keys, then looked up at the car. He moved his lips several times before finally speaking, "This car wasn't cheap, was it?"

"It's not expensive, just for getting around." Lin Feng patted the car door. "The gas tank is full, you can take it for a test drive."

Mr. Zhou walked around the car once, then reached out and touched the hood.

After sitting in the driver's seat for a while, touching the steering wheel and center console, he got out of the car. His expression was completely different from when he left in the morning; there was an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

Wang Yuqing was not neglected either.

In the evening, Lin Feng went to the pet shop she rented. The shop wasn't big, but it was very clean, and several cats were napping in their cages. He called the landlord and negotiated the deal that very night, buying both floors and putting the shop in Wang Yuqing's name.

Xiao Yu received a complete Lego set and a remote-controlled car. He squatted in the yard, sweating profusely as he unpacked the boxes, while Da Huang circled around him, picking at the wrappers. Wang Yuqing stood at the door watching him work, offering no words of thanks, simply standing quietly on the porch with a cup of tea in her hand.

The next day, Lin Feng went to the city again and went to a private maternal and child health hospital to find a director of obstetrics and gynecology. They reached an agreement for Lin Feng to visit Zhou Mei twice a week for prenatal checkups.

The doctor was a woman in her forties. She spoke kindly and was very experienced. She promised to come to the hospital regularly every week and that she could go for examinations whenever needed.

After dinner, Lin Feng went to see Wang Yuqing.

Xiaoyu went to sleep early. Dahuang lay on the carpet beside the bed, breathing evenly, occasionally kicking its leg in its sleep, and its ears twitching.

Wang Yuqing was sitting in the living room reading a book that was half-finished when she heard a knock on the door. She got up, opened the door, stepped aside to let him in, and closed the door behind her. It wasn't locked.

Wearing the same white cotton shirt he wore during the day, with the top button fastened and his hair loose over his shoulders, Lin Feng walked into the living room, bent down and glanced at the toy box next to the sofa, which was filled with Xiao Yu's various toys.

When he straightened up, Wang Yuqing was already standing very close behind him. She reached out, took his arm, and led him toward the bedroom, her steps very light, as if afraid of waking the children next door.

Only a bedside lamp was lit in the bedroom. The blankets were neatly folded, and a drawing by Xiaoyu was pasted on the wall above the bed.

The moment she entered, Lin Feng pressed Wang Yuqing against the wall, his lips meeting hers. Her back was against the wall, her body pressed down by his weight. Her hands braced against his chest, she paused for a moment, her fingers slightly gripping the fabric of his shirt, then slowly loosening, sliding up his chest to his shoulders, her arms encircling the back of his neck.

Her lips, initially pressed against his, slowly parted, and her tongue touched his. She leaned against the wall, tilting her head back, her breathing rapid and clearly audible in the quiet bedroom.

Lin Feng's hand slid down her waist, feeling the curve of her waist through the cotton shirt fabric—narrow and soft.

He bent down, picked her up, and placed her on the bed. Wang Yuqing's hair was spread out on the pillow, and two buttons on her shirt had come undone during the earlier tugging, revealing a section of her collarbone and a small patch of skin above her chest.

Wang Yuqing raised her hand to brush the hair that had fallen across her face, turned her head to look at Lin Feng, and looked at him with a complex and restrained light in her eyes.

Lin Feng pressed down on him, sinking into the mattress, his fingers gripping his back, his lips close to his earlobe, his voice low, "Slow down... Xiao Yu is next door."

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then lowered his head and buried it in her shoulder, kissing her collarbone. "I know." His hand slid down her waist, pressing against her buttocks through her thin cotton shorts. Her body tensed slightly under his touch, then relaxed, her breathing becoming clearly audible in the quiet room.

The curtains weren't drawn tightly, and moonlight streamed in through the gaps.

Occasionally, a dog barked once or twice in the distance, then fell silent again. The temperature in the room was rising, and the rustling of the ivy leaves in the wind came in from outside the window, sounding particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.