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

When Lin Jianguo returned from the parking lot, Lin Feng was sitting on the living room sofa scrolling through his phone.

His father pushed open the door and came in, his gray shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his face bearing an expression he hadn't seen in a long time—not the gloomy look of someone worried about not finding work, but a relaxed one.

"It's settled. That Captain Zhao is quite polite and honest. I'll have a medical check-up tomorrow, and if I pass, I'll start the job." Lin Jianguo sat down at the coffee table, put the cloth bag on the floor, and Zhang Xiulan poked her head out from the kitchen, her spatula still dripping oil. "What kind of tests are included in the medical check-up?"

"It's just the usual stuff. Blood test, chest X-ray, electrocardiogram. Captain Zhao said it's mainly a formality, and if there aren't any major problems, I can start work." Lin Jianguo picked up the iced tea on the coffee table and took a big gulp. "That parking lot is quite large, with two underground levels, and there are people on duty day and night. Captain Zhao said the work isn't tiring, just watching the vehicles come and go, much easier than carrying cement on a construction site."

Lin Feng put down his phone. "That's good. Let me know when you're done with the medical checkup."

He stood up, went into his room, and left the door slightly ajar. He took out his phone and sent a message to Yang Ru: "Sister Yang, my dad's matter is settled. Thank you. When are you free? I'll treat you to dinner."

About five minutes later, Yang Ru replied with two words: "The day after tomorrow. You have class the day after tomorrow afternoon." Lin Feng replied with "Okay" and put his phone on the bedside table.

When the family gathered around the dining table, Zhang Xiulan cooked two more dishes: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised eggplant, and shredded pork with green peppers.

For the first time ever, Lin Jianguo opened a bottle of beer and poured a glass for Lin Feng as well.

Foam overflowed from the rim of the cup; he wiped it with his finger and then on his pants. "Your friend, invite him over for dinner sometime, he's helped us so much." Lin Feng picked up a piece of shredded pork with green peppers with his chopsticks. "Okay. After I'm done with this busy period."

The second day was leisurely.

Xiao Wei didn't send any class schedule information, so Lin Feng woke up naturally at 7:30.

I had just sat up in bed when there was a knock on the door.

Su Mengya's voice came through the door—"Lin Feng! Go for a run!" He put on a T-shirt and opened the door.

Su Mengya stood at the door, wearing a light pink sports vest and gray tight-fitting sports shorts, with her hair tied in a high ponytail.

The vest's neckline wasn't particularly low, but the fabric still held up the two rounded breasts quite well, and below the collarbone was a faint pinkish hue that only appeared after exercise.

Her calves had smooth, well-proportioned lines, and she wore a pair of white running shoes.

After running three laps in the small park, the two ate fried dough sticks and soy milk at a roadside stall. Su Mengya picked up a fried dough stick with her chopsticks, dipped it into the soy milk, and took a bite, leaving white foam from the soy milk on the corner of her mouth.

"It's Saturday today, the mall is having a sale. Will you come with me?"

The mall was packed with people.

Su Mengya dragged Lin Feng around the women's clothing section several times, picked out two dresses, one light yellow and one floral, and stood at the fitting room door holding up the hangers for him to choose from.

Lin Feng said they both looked good, so she bought both.

When they passed the men's clothing section, she pulled him in, picked up a dark gray polo shirt and held it up against him, then picked up a pair of khaki casual pants.

"Your light blue shirt from last time was really nice, but I don't usually wear it; it's too formal. This one is more suitable for everyday wear." Lin Feng glanced at the tag as he took the polo shirt; it wasn't expensive, just over a hundred dollars after the discount.

Su Mengya had already taken the pants to pay the bill.

The movie shown in the afternoon was a romance.

The screening room wasn't crowded; only a few couples were scattered around.

When the male and female leads kissed in the rain on screen, Su Mengya moved her hand from the armrest of the seat, her fingers slipping through Lin Feng's fingers.

Lin Feng turned his head to look at her. The light from the screen shone on her face, and her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids.

Sensing his gaze, she turned her head. They stared at each other for about two seconds, then Su Mengya leaned closer to him, and Lin Feng lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss was unhurried.

The caramel flavor of popcorn still lingered on her lips, and when her tongue touched his, her fingers tightened slightly in his palm.

The sound of rain on the screen was loud, and the piano music drowned out the faint breathing sounds between the two people.

Lin Feng moved his hand down from her shoulder and onto her waist. Through the thin cotton fabric of her light pink sports vest, the skin on her waist felt warm and soft.

Su Mengya's lips moved away from his, her forehead resting on his chin, her fingers still in his palm. "You brat." Her voice was very low, so low that only the two of them could hear it, and she looked up at him.

I jogged slowly on the tree-lined path near my neighborhood in the evening.

The setting sun peeked through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting patches of golden light on the ground.

When Lin Feng was on the third lap, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He slowed his pace, took out his phone, and saw "Brother Biao" on the screen. He answered, and the other person's voice carried a deliberate politeness—"Brother Lin, are you free tonight? Would you do me the honor of having dinner? I'm at Baijinhai KTV, Sister Hong is treating."

Lin Feng wiped the sweat from his neck with a towel. "Okay. I'll go over there after I drop them off."

He hung up the phone, and Su Mengya stopped and turned around. "What's up?"

"Okay. You go back first. I'm going out for a bit, I'll bring you some late-night snacks when I get back."

Su Mengya glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

She nodded, turned around, and ran towards the residential area, her ponytail swaying behind her head.

Platinum Sea KTV is located in the eastern district of Hehai City, by the river. It is a four-story detached building with a facade of gold and white marble. Several Roman columns stand at the entrance, with carved patterns on the capitals.

Two hostesses in cheongsams with high slits stood on either side of the revolving door.

The parking lot was filled with luxury cars, with Mercedes-Benz and BMWs being the standard, and several sports cars that Lin Feng couldn't name.

Brother Biao stood below the steps next to the revolving door.

He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, the buttons were neatly fastened, and the tattoo on his arm was covered.

A woman stood beside him. She was dressed in all black, very tall, at least 1.75 meters. She wore a black long-sleeved shirt, with the top button fastened at the collar.

Black straight-leg trousers and black flat leather shoes. Her whole body was covered up, with only her face and fingers showing.

Her skin was very fair, not like Shen Qianqian's naturally pale skin, nor like Zhou Mei's carefully maintained fair skin.

It was a pale white, as if it hadn't seen sunlight in a long time, like it hadn't stood in the sun for a long time.

Her facial features were very distinct, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and thin lips pursed together, painted with dark red lipstick.

Her hair was black and straight, falling over her shoulders. She had single eyelids with dark pupils, and her gaze was very fixed when she looked at people.