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

Lin Feng sat in his office for a while, then took out his phone and sent Ye Qinghan a message: "Finished with work? Let's have dinner together tonight." About three or four minutes later, Ye Qinghan replied with a single word: "Okay." Immediately afterward, she sent a location to a private restaurant by the river, with a small storefront and a quiet environment.

It was almost dark when Lin Feng drove there.

The streetlights along the river had just come on, their light scattering across the water. He parked his car in a nearby parking lot, and when he went inside, Ye Qinghan was already there, sitting by the window with a half-finished cup of tea in front of her.

Today she wore a light gray knit sweater with a neckline that wasn't low, but the fabric clung to her body, clearly defining the curves of her chest. The sweater was tucked into dark trousers, and her waist was cinched narrowly by the belt.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, she wore light makeup, and a warm-toned lipstick, making her look much gentler than usual. Sitting there, one hand rested on the edge of the table, her fingers unconsciously twirling a teacup. The river view outside the window and the warm light inside shone on her, drawing glances from the passing waiters and diners.

Ye Qinghan looked up and saw Lin Feng walk in. She flipped her phone over and placed it on the table. "You're punctual. I thought you wouldn't be able to get away until seven o'clock."

"Nothing much happened today." Lin Feng sat down opposite her. The waiter handed him the menu, he ordered a few dishes, and handed the menu back. "And you? Have you been busy lately?"

"It's alright." Ye Qinghan picked up his teacup and took a sip. "I had a meeting all day the day before yesterday, and then there wasn't much else to do. I just came out of the meeting room when you sent me that message."

After the food was served, the two ate and chatted. Lin Feng gave a general overview of the situation in Germany, mentioning the several lines he had discussed with Audi, and also mentioned his plan to acquire the adjacent land after returning to build a showroom for a mid-to-high-end brand, thus establishing a smooth import channel for BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi) cars.

Ye Qinghan listened quietly, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in her bowl, then looked up at him, "It just so happens that some units in the city have reached the end of their vehicle lifespan, and the next procurement plan includes about thirty Audis. If you can get the channels working, this order can be directly transferred to them."

"Thirty vehicles, not a small order." Lin Feng raised his teacup and clinked it with hers. "Aunt Ye still cares about me the most."

Ye Qinghan smiled but didn't respond.

She placed a piece of fish in his bowl, put down her chopsticks very gently, and said, "But there's something I need to tell you. The security situation in Cangzhou City hasn't been ideal lately; there have been several violent incidents."

The province's intention is for me to go there and guide the anti-gang work for a period of time, since the work done in Hohai was quite good before, and some experience can be promoted there.

Lin Feng paused in his act of picking up food. "Cangzhou? Isn't that place quite remote?"

"It is indeed remote." Ye Qinghan's tone remained unchanged. "It's the poorest city in Jiangbei Province, all hilly terrain, with no pillar industries. The higher-ups want me to go there and hold the fort for a while, and then we'll see how things go." She spoke calmly, as if she were talking about something that didn't concern her personally. "Basically, it's just to go there and stabilize the situation. Later, they might directly appoint me as the Party Secretary of that city."

"When are you leaving?"

"Next Monday."

Lin Feng put down his chopsticks and looked at her.

Ye Qinghan's profile was serene under the light, a few strands of hair falling beside her ears, her fingers resting on the teacup, her nails neatly manicured. She wasn't wearing any jewelry today, only a very thin collarbone chain below her neckline, the pendant small and shimmering against her skin.

Lin Feng knew that for cadres of her rank, being transferred to other places was common, and those who were promoted had to obey organizational arrangements even more. But Cangzhou was a remote, poor, and unsafe place. Even with authorization from the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, the first few months would not be easy for her, a woman alone there.

"The conditions there are definitely not as good as those at Hohai," Lin Feng said. "I'll go there too, so it'll be convenient to take care of things nearby."

Ye Qinghan did not refuse, but only glanced at him before lowering her head to continue eating the food in her bowl. There were some things that the two of them understood each other without saying a word.

She ate slowly, stirring the food in her bowl a few times with her chopsticks, then picking up a leaf of vegetable, bringing it to her mouth, chewing, and swallowing. Outside the window, the lights on the opposite bank were reflected on the river, scattered and gathered again by the evening breeze.

He picked up another peanut, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it. Then he looked up at the river outside the window, as if he wanted to say something, but the words turned into a very soft laugh. He looked back and lowered his voice.

"You have so many things to do, it's too tiring to run around between two places."

"It's okay," Lin Feng said. "It's not that far. I'm worried about you being there alone."

Ye Qinghan looked at him, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes appearing faint under the light. She didn't say anything more, picked up her teacup, took a sip, then picked up her phone from the table to check the time. "It's getting late. Let's go, I have an early meeting tomorrow."

Lin Feng called the waiter and paid the bill.

The two walked out of the restaurant one after the other. The evening breeze by the river was a bit chilly. Ye Qinghan pulled down the cuffs of her cardigan and walked beside him. Lin Feng reached out and put his arm around her waist. Instead of pulling away, she leaned her body slightly towards him.

The two walked slowly along the riverside path toward the parking lot without saying a word, just like an old married couple.

The wind along the two rivers has already cooled down.

Ye Qinghan pulled her coat tighter, while Lin Feng walked on the side closest to the road. The two walked along the riverside sidewalk for a while, the streetlights stretching and shortening their shadows, which crisscrossed among the tree shadows.

After walking for about ten minutes, a black sedan was parked by the roadside. Ye Qinghan took out the key from her bag, pressed it, the headlights flashed twice, opened the driver's side door, but didn't rush to get in. She turned her head and glanced at Lin Feng.

"Let's go back and talk about it; it's cold standing here."

The car pulled into the underground parking lot of her apartment complex. After parking, the two of them went into the building one after the other. As the elevator went up, there were only the two of them in the car, and the floor number jumped up one step at a time.

Ye Qinghan leaned against the elevator wall, tilting her head to look at the blurry outline reflected in the elevator door, without saying a word.

When they reached the floor, she went out first, took out her key to open the door, stepped aside to let him go in first, and then followed behind, closing the door behind her with a click.

Shen Qianqian and Shen Wanyu went to Xishuangbanna a couple of days ago, saying they would stay for several days before returning, leaving Ye Qinghan to live alone at home.

The living room light was on, and on the coffee table sat a half-finished glass of water and a half-read book. Ye Qinghan took off her coat and draped it over the sofa armrest, then turned and went into the bedroom. A while later, she came out wearing a light gray silk nightgown.

The neckline was quite low, but the fabric was soft and hung down along the lines of her body. The curves of her chest were full and rounded by the silk fabric, swaying slightly with each step she took.

She sat down at the other end of the sofa, tucking her legs in and leaning slightly towards him. The hem of her skirt slid up her legs, revealing a section of her fair thigh and rounded knees.