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

Lin Feng put the access card in his pocket and walked out of the No. 3 Club. The sunlight shone on his face, and he took a deep breath.

Walking along the road lined with plane trees, my steps were much lighter than when I came in.

If I complete my classes on time every week, I can earn at least a thousand yuan. That's over six thousand yuan a month.

His father worked himself to the bone on construction sites, earning only four or five thousand yuan a month. Standing on the subway platform, he took out the dark gray access card, looked at it, and then put it back.

Before leaving, I had advanced a thousand yuan, which gave me some confidence. As soon as I got off the subway, I called Su Mengya.

It rang a few times before being answered. "Sister Mengya, I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight."

Su Mengya's voice sounded a bit noisy on the other end of the phone, as if she were outside. "I'm on a business trip out of town. It was a last-minute assignment by the company, and I won't be back until next week."

"Where did you go?"

"Suzhou. There's a project here that needs accounting. What's up? Missing your sister?" She chuckled, the sound coming through the receiver with a slight hissing static.

"I just wanted to invite you to dinner. We'll talk about it when you get back."

"Okay. I'll treat you to a good meal when I get back." She paused for a moment, "You should eat properly and stop eating instant noodles all the time."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng went to the supermarket and bought ten pounds of pork ribs, an old hen, a bag of potatoes, and a carton of eggs...

When he got home, his mother was in the kitchen preparing vegetables.

Seeing him come in carrying a plastic bag, I paused for a moment, surprised. "Bought meat?"

"Hmm. The tutoring place paid out wages." Lin Feng placed the ribs on the cutting board.

His mother looked at the contents of the plastic bag, then at him. A slow smile curved her lips, and the wrinkles around her eyes gathered together.

I reached out and patted his arm, said nothing, and turned on the tap to start washing the ribs.

The family of three sat around the dining table in the evening.

Braised pork ribs with potatoes, stir-fried celery with shredded pork, and tomato and egg soup. His father, Lin Jianguo, picked up a piece of pork rib, took a bite, and chewed it for a long time.

She had lost a little weight since the last time we met, and the skin on her neck was tanned dark and red, with grime stuck between her fingers that she couldn't wash off.

"That job at the construction site is completely finished." He placed the bones on the side of the plate. "I need to find a new one next week."

Zhang Xiulan put another piece of pork rib in his bowl. "What's the rush? Rest for a couple of days. Look how thin you've gotten."

"Every day we rest means one less day of money." Lin Jianguo picked up his bowl and took a bite of rice. "Xiaofeng is still short of tuition fees for next semester."

"Dad, don't worry about the tuition." Lin Feng put down his chopsticks. "My tutoring job paid out more. I'll be able to earn a little more each month from now on."

Lin Jianguo looked at him. After a few seconds, he put down the bowl. "What exactly is this tutoring you're doing? How can you earn so much in a month?"

"It's just substituting for an organization. It's legitimate." Lin Feng picked up a piece of celery with his chopsticks. "Dad, don't worry, it's not some shady business."

Lin Jianguo looked at him for a while, then didn't ask any more questions. He picked up his bowl and continued eating. After finishing his meal, Lin Feng washed the bowl, went into the bedroom, and lay down on the bed.

The fluorescent light tube on the ceiling was humming. He took out his phone and scrolled through it.

Among the members of Luo Ruoxi's club, He Qianwen is the vice president of Tianlong Group, Du Xia is the deputy director of the provincial investment finance department, and Yang Ru's specific job is unknown, but those who can afford an annual membership are either rich or powerful.

Any one of these people could easily find his father a job as a security guard or warehouse manager with just a word.

But asking for favors so soon after being officially hired is too hasty. Focusing on teaching well and retaining staff is the most important thing.

Relationships are built through interaction, not begged for.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

A video call from He Qianwen.

Lin Feng sat up in bed, straightened his T-shirt collar, and pressed the call button.

The screen lit up.

He Qianwen lay in the bathtub, with a thick layer of white foam on the surface of the water, just reaching her collarbone.

One hand held up a phone, the other draped over the edge of the bathtub. Her hair was wet and clung to her neck, her face flushed from the steam.

Her legs stretched out of the foam and rested on the edge of the other end of the bathtub, with a few clumps of foam clinging to her calves, and her ankles were slender and white.

"Teacher Lin, what are you doing?" The voice came through the receiver, carrying the slight echo of the bathroom.

Lin Feng fixed his gaze on the top of the screen where her eyes were. "Just lay down. Sister He, what about you?"

"Taking a bath. I've been in meetings all day, I'm exhausted." She switched her phone to her other hand, the soap suds sloshing around, revealing a small patch of fair skin below her collarbone before it was covered again by the foam. "I heard you got promoted today?"

"Yes. The contract was just signed this afternoon."

"Congratulations! From now on, all of my classes will be for you." She smiled, the foam swaying slightly as she laughed. "Teacher Lin, what do you think of my sister?"

"Sister He is very good to me."

"Then you'll have to teach your sister properly from now on." She lifted the leg that was resting on the edge of the bathtub a little, pointed her toes, and the muscle lines of her calf drew a smooth arc under the light.

The foam slowly slid down her ankles, revealing her entire fair calf. "I feel like the flesh on my legs has become a little loose lately. Look."

Lin Feng glanced at it. "Sister He has great leg shape. She just needs to do a few stretching poses regularly."

"Then you teach your older sister a few next time."

"OK."

The two chatted for about half an hour.

He Qianwen changed positions several times in the bathtub. Each time she changed positions, the foam would sway, revealing a bit of her fair skin below her collarbone.

His voice was lazy and drawn out as he spoke. After hanging up, Lin Feng put his phone on the bedside table and let out a long sigh.

The screen went dark, leaving only the hum of the fluorescent lights in the bedroom.

Friday morning.

When Lin Feng entered the classroom, Shen Qianqian was already sitting in the back row.

Today she wore a light blue knitted short-sleeved top with a small V-neck, and a white pleated skirt that fell to her thighs. A bottle of strawberry yogurt sat on the empty seat next to her.

Lin Feng sat down, picked up the yogurt, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

"Good morning." Shen Qianqian turned her head to look at him, her baby-faced eyes curving slightly.

Good morning!

A few people in the next row glanced over, then looked away. Shen Qianqian had been sitting next to Lin Feng every day for some time now, and the people in the classroom had gotten used to it.

No one came to cause trouble, and there were no scenes like those in TV dramas where spoiled brats block Raymond Lam's way and make threats.

Everyone's busy studying for finals, who has time to care about other people's dating?

The front door of the classroom was pushed open.

Zhou Mei walked in. Underneath her black suit jacket was a white silk shirt, with the top two buttons fastened, revealing a small section of her collarbone.

She wore a pair of black suit trousers, wide at the ankles, the fabric swaying gently as she walked. On her feet were a pair of black pointed high heels, her ankles, encased in flesh-colored stockings, peeking out from under the trouser legs.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

She placed her lesson plan on the podium and looked up, scanning the classroom. Her gaze paused when it fell on Lin Feng and Shen Qianqian in the back row.

Then it was moved.

Lately, she has really wanted to apologize to Lin Feng, but she just can't bring herself to say it. Several times she has scrolled to Lin Feng's name on her phone's dial pad, but she can't bring herself to press the button.

That matter...

What she did was absolutely wrong!