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

"Hold for five breaths."

Five breaths later, Yang Ru slowly descended from the bridge position. She sat up, took a sip of water from her mineral water bottle, and then looked at Lin Feng.

"Ms. Lin, what do you think of my glute workout?"

"Sister Yang has strong gluteal muscles, and the lines are smooth and well-developed, which is the result of long-term consistent training."

Yang Ru's lips curved into a small smile. "My husband says the same thing. But his opinion doesn't count; I only believe what a professional says." She put down the water bottle and stood back in the center of the mat. "Let's continue."

For the rest of the time, Lin Feng led her through a set of glute-specific exercises: locust pose, bow pose, and camel pose. Yang Ru performed each movement perfectly.

Lin Feng squatted down beside her legs, placing his palm on her glutes. "Inhale and use your glutes to push your legs up."

Yang Ru took a breath, and the gluteus maximus was firmly taut in his palm. The outline of the muscle group exerting force was clear and distinct, showing the solid foundation of long-term training.

During the long rest period, Yang Ru lay on the mat.

Lin Feng sat on the edge of the cushion, watching the rhythm of her breathing; the rise and fall of her chest and abdomen gradually became steady and deep.

I did the long rest for five minutes.

"Sister Yang, you can slowly wake up now."

Yang Ru moved her fingers, turned to the side, and slowly sat up. She stood up, stretched her hips, and twisted her waist.

With the rotation of the waist and hips, the hip line flows smoothly and gracefully, making the effects of the specialized training immediately apparent.

"Ms. Lin, which day should I schedule the class for next time?"

"You can make an appointment with Sister Wei, and she will arrange the classes."

Yang Ru nodded, picked up her bag, and walked towards the door.

Lin Feng sat on the mat for a while, then stood up and went into the changing room to change his clothes.

When he came out, Xiaowei was organizing the appointment forms at the front desk. She looked up and smiled when she saw him. "When Yang Ru came out, the corners of her mouth were turned up. Do you know that she's been taking classes here for a year, and Sister Wang has hardly ever seen her smile?"

Lin Feng scratched the back of his head.

Xiao Wei turned to the next page of the appointment list. "There are no classes tomorrow morning, and no appointments scheduled for the afternoon. My clients are pretty consistent. We'll see how things go the day after tomorrow. After that, you should be able to get a permanent position. I have to congratulate you in advance!"

Lin Feng said thank you, Sister Wei, turned around and walked towards the elevator, exiting through the main entrance of Club No. 3.

I glanced at my phone and saw a message from Shen Qianqian with an address.

"Little Chef's Private Kitchen"

After taking the subway for more than ten minutes following the address, Lin Feng exited the subway station. The navigation led him around two corners, with tall ginkgo trees planted on both sides of the road.

The alley was quiet, with only the occasional car slowly driving by.

Upon arriving at the location, I found myself at a private restaurant. The storefront was small, with blue brick walls and two red lanterns hanging at the entrance; there was no conspicuous signboard.

Shen Qianqian stood under the lantern and waited.

Today she wore a light blue floral print sundress, the hem falling just to mid-thigh. The thin straps rested on her collarbone, softening the lines of her shoulders and neck, and her fair skin glowed with a gentle luster in the warm lantern light. Her legs, visible beneath the hem, were shapely and straight, her ankles slender and delicate, clad in white flat sandals, exuding a clean and refreshing youthful charm.

She smiled slightly when she saw Raymond Lam. "Let's go, my mom hasn't arrived yet."

Pushing open the door, you'll find the interior decorated in a Chinese style.

Dark wood tables and chairs, several ink paintings hanging on the walls, and antique-style palace lanterns hanging from the ceiling. A faint scent of sandalwood wafts in the air.

The waiter led the two people up to the second floor and opened the door to a private room.

The private room was small, with a round table in the middle covered with a white tablecloth, on which several plates of cold dishes were already laid out.

Cold jellyfish salad, garlic-flavored pork belly, honey-glazed red dates, and salted duck. Shen Qianqian sat down by the window, with Lin Feng sitting next to her. The waiter poured two cups of tea and left, closing the door behind him.

"Why did your mom suddenly want to invite me to dinner?" Lin Feng picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Shen Qianqian's fingers circled the rim of the teacup. "I told her about what happened last time. She said she absolutely had to thank you in person." She paused, her eyelashes drooping. "My dad passed away early, and my mom raised me alone. She's particularly sensitive about these kinds of things."

Lin Feng put down his teacup. "Your dad—"

"I passed away when I was in the third grade of elementary school. It was a heart attack, and it happened very suddenly." Shen Qianqian said this in a flat tone, without any fluctuation.

Lin Feng didn't respond; he truly hadn't expected Shen Qianqian's background to be like this.

The private room was silent for a few seconds. The sound of ginkgo leaves rustling in the wind could be heard from outside the window.

"You look great in this outfit," Shen Qianqian suddenly said, her gaze falling on the misty blue short-sleeved shirt he was wearing.

Lin Feng looked down at himself. "You made a good choice."

A faint blush rose to Shen Qianqian's ears as she picked up her teacup and took a sip.

Do you usually have many classes?

"This week is okay, but the final exams are next week, so I'm highlighting key points for each subject."

"How's your advanced math review going?"

"We'll have to take another look at the points system."

……

About ten minutes later, the door to the private room was pushed open. A woman walked in.

She was probably around forty years old, with neat short hair that reached just to her chin, and one side was tucked behind her ear, revealing a silver earring.

She wore light makeup, and her skin was as fair and delicate as Shen Qianqian's—a naturally pale complexion.

Her features are very soft, and her round face is pleasing to the eye. Her eyes are very similar to Shen Qianqian's, with brown pupils and long eyelashes.

She wore a dark green knitted dress; the fabric draped beautifully and hugged her figure, perfectly outlining her well-proportioned and full-figured silhouette. The small V-neck design accentuated her delicate collarbones, and her waist was slender and shapely. The lines from her shoulders and back to her hips were smooth and elegant, exuding the gentle grace and competence of a mature woman. The hem of the dress fell below her knees, revealing a glimpse of her softly shaped calves, giving her an overall dignified and generous air.

Lin Feng's gaze had barely fallen upon her when he politely looked away, quickly standing up and gently fixing his gaze on her features. "Hello, Auntie."

Ye Qinghan walked over and extended her hand.

Her hands were like Shen Qianqian's, with long, slender fingers, short nails, and a layer of clear nail polish. "Xiao Lin, right? I'm Qianqian's mother, Ye Qinghan. Thank you so much for what happened last time."

Lin Feng took her hand, held it gently for a moment, and then let go. "Auntie, you're too kind. It's nothing."