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

Zhou Mei's eyebrows twitched.

"This is... a little difficult to bring up."

"Speak."

Lin Feng shifted his gaze from her nose to the edge of the desk. "My family isn't well-off. I've always done part-time jobs. I went to work yesterday afternoon."

He took his phone out of his pocket, found the intermediate yoga instructor certificate in his photo album, and pushed the phone onto his desk.

Zhou Mei picked up her phone and looked at it.

The certificate photo on the screen was taken neatly and had a red stamp on it. I put down my phone and looked up at him.

"A yoga instructor?"

"Yes. In a club. Nobody knows about this." Lin Feng put his phone back in his pocket. "I was afraid of what people would say, so I haven't told anyone."

Zhou Mei tapped her fingers lightly twice on the edge of the desk as she looked at Lin Feng's new misty blue short-sleeved shirt.

"I understand. Go back now, but don't skip class again."

Lin Feng hummed in agreement and turned to walk towards the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, Zhou Mei's voice came from behind him.

"Wait a moment."

He turned around. Zhou Mei had already stood up from her office chair, picked up the black suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, put it on, and put the lesson plan in the drawer, closing it behind her. "My parents are going back today. You'll come with me to see them off."

As the car drove away from the school, the setting sun turned the windshield orange-red.

Zhou Mei gripped the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Her right leg, encased in black stockings, was on the accelerator, a small section of her ankle peeking out from her high heels.

Lin Feng sat in the passenger seat, the seatbelt buckling across his chest. Neither of them spoke. The car stereo was off, only the hum of the air conditioning vents could be heard.

The car pulled up to the entrance of the Zhonghai City residential complex.

Zhou Mei stopped the car, and the two went upstairs. Zhou's parents had already packed their things, and their suitcases were standing in the entryway.

When Zhou's mother saw Lin Feng, her face lit up with a smile. She took his hand and said, "Little Lin is here again." Zhou's father stood to the side and nodded.

Lin Feng picked up his suitcase and walked downstairs. Zhou's father followed beside him, and the two went down the stairs side by side.

One of the motion-activated lights in the hallway turned on.

"Xiao Lin," Zhou's father said in a low voice.

"Uncle, please speak."

Mr. Zhou slowed his pace. The setting sun shone through the stairwell window, casting its light on his graying temples. "Meimei has a bad temper. She's been spoiled by her mother since she was little; everything has to be done her way. You have to be more tolerant and understanding."

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at Zhou Mei behind him.

The other person was walking behind Zhou's mother, arm in arm, listening to her speak with their head down.

"Don't worry, Uncle."

Zhou's father patted his shoulder, the force of which was neither too light nor too heavy.

The car arrived at the station.

Lin Feng took the suitcase out of the trunk, and Zhou's mother held Zhou Mei's hand and talked for a while. Zhou's father stood to the side with his hands behind his back.

The announcement for ticket checking began. Zhou's mother released Zhou Mei's hand, then turned to Lin Feng and said, "Xiao Lin, come over for dinner next time." Zhou's father nodded to him, picked up his suitcase, and walked towards the ticket gate.

After the two of them walked into the ticket gate, Zhou Mei slowly lowered her hand.

His lips were pursed, his jawline was taut, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the ticket gate.

The announcement played again, and the crowd at the ticket gate gradually thinned out. His shoulders trembled slightly. Lin Feng pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket, took one out, and handed it to him.

Zhou Mei took the tissue, but held it in her hand without using it. "Let's go."

It was already dark when the car drove back to Zhonghai City. The streetlights flickered across the windshield.

Zhou Mei gripped the steering wheel. When they arrived at the entrance of the residential area, Lin Feng unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door.

"Teacher Zhou, I'll be going now."

Zhou Mei's hand rested on the steering wheel, her fingertips lightly tapping the leather. Lin Feng got out of the car, the sound of the door closing echoing in the quiet cabin.

He walked about ten steps toward the bus stop.

I heard the sound of a car window rolling down behind me.

"Raymond Lam".

Turning around, Zhou Mei looked at him through the driver's side window. The light from the streetlamp fell on her face, dividing her expression into light and shadow.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something. Her eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses shone brightly in the dim light. Then she looked away.

"It's alright. You can go back now, and be careful on the road."

The car window was rolled up.

The white sedan drove off from the roadside, its taillights fading into the night before disappearing around a bend.

Zhou Mei pushed open the door to her home, and the light in the entryway turned on.

The shoe cabinet was empty, with Mr. and Mrs. Zhou's slippers neatly arranged on the bottom shelf. After changing into the slippers and entering the living room, a thin blanket, neatly folded by Mrs. Zhou, lay on the sofa.

Sitting on the sofa, the thin blanket was folded neatly into a square, with the edges aligned perfectly. I reached out, picked up the blanket, and hugged it to my chest.

Outside the balcony's floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of the neighborhood twinkled. I put the light blanket aside, stood up, and went into the bedroom.

He took off his black suit jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. He unbuttoned his white silk shirt one button at a time, and zipped up his black pencil skirt, which slid down his legs and bunched up at his ankles.

She bent down to pick up the skirt and folded it neatly, then slowly rolled up the black stockings from her legs. When the stockings were down to her ankles, she wobbled on one leg and had to hold onto the edge of the bed to steady herself.

I stepped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and hot water poured over my head. I stood in the water with my eyes closed.

The bathroom was filled with white steam.

She knew perfectly well that he had a girlfriend, and she also knew that he was his teacher and that she was almost eight years older than him.

But for some reason, I always have a strange feeling when I see the other person.

He was the first man to enter her heart!

Otherwise, she might let the other person impersonate her boyfriend, and even have a relationship with him...

Zhou Mei turned off the water.

I dried myself with a towel, put on the black lace nightgown, and walked out of the bathroom. The bedside lamp was on in the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed for a while, then picked up my phone from the bedside table.

The screen showed Lin Feng's WeChat profile picture, and his finger hovered over the chat window for a long time.

I wanted to ask him if he had gone back, but I held back in the end. The holiday is coming soon, and I don't know when I will be able to see him again.

But the thought of him two-timing her and then starting a relationship with this little one is really making me conflicted...