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

Ye Qinghan remained in Warrior II stance, turning her head to look at him. "Xiao Lin, Qianqian is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Once she's set her mind on someone, she'll stick with it forever. If you're set on her too, then treat her well. But I don't care about your young people's affairs. As long as she's happy."

Lin Feng squatted down to her right and pushed her right knee outwards, directly above her ankle. "Align your right knee with your second toe. Pull your right hip back."

Ye Qinghan adjusted the position of her hips.

When she did the side bend, her chest rotated upwards, and the thin, openwork straps were stretched wider by the rotation, almost completely exposing her two full breasts from the side. After completing a set of backbends, she sat back on the mat to drink water and rest.

Her phone vibrated on the coffee table. She picked it up, glanced at it, frowned slightly, then stood up and went to the window to answer the call.

The call lasted about five minutes.

After hanging up, she walked back and sat down on the cushion, shaking her head. "The city bureau has announced a three-day major inspection of all card and mahjong parlors in the city, starting tomorrow. There was a murder in a card and mahjong parlor in Dongcheng last week, and the higher-ups have ordered a complete overhaul. I was supposed to have my day off tomorrow, but that's ruined again." She raised her hand and pounded her right shoulder.

"Aunt Ye, I notice your shoulder muscles are quite tight, and you seem to be hunching over a bit. Would you like me to give you a massage? It will help relax your back muscles and improve your posture."

Ye Qinghan looked up at him. "Okay. Those massages you gave me last time really made me feel a lot better."

I moved an armless chair from next to the coffee table, straddled it, and crossed my arms over the back of the chair.

Lin Feng stood behind her, rubbed his palms together to warm them, and then placed the heels of his palms on her back, pushing upwards from her lumbar spine.

Through the thin straps of my light gray, openwork yoga dress, I could feel that the muscles under my palms were stiffer than last time.

Ye Qinghan pulled her arms closer together and leaned her body slightly forward.

This posture fully opened her shoulder blades. Lin Feng's thumb slowly pushed up along the muscles on both sides of her spine, and when he reached a particularly hard nodule on the inner edge of her shoulder blade, he pressed down with his thumb.

"It's right here. Aunt Ye, when you're working at your desk, your shoulders tend to hunch forward unconsciously. Over time, this increases the angle of your thoracic spine's kyphosis, making you look hunchbacked. Plus, your—" He rubbed the nodule clockwise with his thumb.

"Your chest is too big," Ye Qinghan finished his sentence for him, her tone flat. "I know. I've never had a straight back since elementary school. I'm too heavy, so my body leans forward involuntarily. I've been practicing yoga for two years, which has improved things a lot, but I still unconsciously hunch forward. These past few days, with all the overtime work, it's started again."

Lin Feng's palm pushed from her shoulder blade to her shoulder, while his thumb pressed on her trapezius muscle. "A heavy chest can cause the center of gravity to shift forward, and the muscles in the upper back and back of the neck are stretched for a long time, which is why they feel sore and stiff. Practicing backbends regularly can open up the chest cavity and bring the shoulder blades together, which will greatly improve hunchback."

Ye Qinghan lowered her head slightly, revealing a patch of fair skin on the back of her neck. Lin Feng's thumb slowly pushed down along both sides of her cervical spine from the back of her neck.

Looking down, I saw that Ye Qinghan's breathing was very light and steady. The thin, openwork straps wove into a net-like pattern on her back, and the shallow grooves of her spine extended down from between her shoulder blades, disappearing at the edge of the straps.

His thumb rested on the nodule between her shoulder blades, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"It's much better. Before, I couldn't reach this spot no matter how I tried. When Qianqian's dad was alive, he would help me press it. After he passed away, no one helped me press it anymore. Qianqian doesn't know how to press it, she just pinches it a couple of times randomly each time."

Lin Feng removed his palm from her cervical spine, massaged her trapezius muscles a few more times, and then withdrew his hand. "That's enough, Aunt Ye. Try moving around a bit."

Ye Qinghan straightened up from the back of the chair, turned her shoulders, and tilted her neck back.

The weight on her chest swayed heavily beneath the thin, openwork straps with her movements.

He tilted his head back as far as he could, then slowly brought it back down. "I feel so much more relaxed. Kobayashi, you could open a massage parlor."

She stood up, picked up her briefcase from the coffee table, and resumed her efficient and capable demeanor. "Don't forget what you promised me—spend more time with Qianqian. She'll be back from her grandfather's house next week."

Ye Qinghan walked towards the changing room.

After the frosted glass door closed, Lin Feng let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

After leaving the clubhouse,

Lin Feng took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and found the number that Brother Biao had left last time. He paced back and forth under the shade of a tree before dialing it.

It rang a few times before being answered.

"A citywide inspection of mahjong parlors begins tomorrow and will last for three days. You can handle things on your own." He hung up without waiting for a reply.

He put the phone back in his pocket and walked towards the subway station.

Meanwhile, on the basement floor of the Xicheng Platinum Sea KTV, the corridor was covered with dark red carpets, and the walls were decorated with antique-style wall lamps, creating a dimly lit environment.

At the end of the corridor was a double dark wooden door, and two burly men in black suits stood in the doorway, with earpieces on their ears.

Inside the wooden door was a large office.

Brother Biao stood in front of the desk, his hands hanging neatly at his sides.

A woman was sitting behind the desk.

She wore a black tight leather jacket and pants, with long black hair draped over her shoulders, a smooth forehead, clearly defined brow bones, and thin lips pursed together, painted with dark red lipstick.

She was very tall with long legs, and her black high heels were on the foot pad under the desk.

With a glass of red wine between his right fingers and his left hand resting on the armrest of his office chair, the computer screen in front of him displayed more than a dozen surveillance cameras, showing the corridors and private room entrances of various floors of the KTV.

"Sister Hong, that's roughly the situation at the card and mahjong parlor," Brother Biao began. "There's something else... I took on a side job a few days ago... Just now, that student named Lin Feng called me. He said the city is starting a three-day major inspection of card and mahjong parlors tomorrow."

He took out his phone and put it on the table. "But I didn't receive a notification from my brother-in-law."

Hongjie raised her wine glass and swirled it under the light, the wine surface gently swaying. "Your brother-in-law is just the deputy director of the police station. He might not be notified immediately of this kind of unified operation at the city bureau level."

Put down your glass. "Close all the card and mahjong parlors for three days first. Take away what needs to be taken away, and hide what needs to be hidden."

Brother Biao opened his mouth as if to say something. "I'll shut it down when I tell you to. I'm free to do what I say." Sister Hong's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an undeniable weight.

He raised his left hand and made a gesture, then nodded and turned to leave.

The office fell silent.

Sister Hong leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "Lin Feng." She uttered the name, her dark red lips curving slightly.

This little man is quite interesting...