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

Lin Feng returned home from Baijinhai, took a shower, and lay down on the bed. The fluorescent light on the ceiling hummed as he stared at the familiar crack for a long time.

The conditions that Sister Hong offered kept swirling in his mind.

Five hundred thousand in cash, a pair of twins, plus a promise—any conditions can be agreed upon.

When he said "I want you," she nodded without even blinking. It wasn't because she didn't care; it was because those businesses weighed far more than herself in her heart.

But his relationship with Ye Qinghan was far from as close as Sister Hong imagined. It was all thanks to Shen Qianqian acting as a go-between; he was Shen Qianqian's classmate, had saved her once, and Ye Qinghan appreciated him, but that was all.

Without Shen Qianqian, in Ye Qinghan's eyes, he would just be an ordinary college student. If something were to happen between him and Shen Qianqian, this connection could be severed in an instant.

He took his hands off his eyes, turned over to face the wall, and knew he couldn't rush into agreeing to this.

First, you need to carefully consider how much weight you hold in Ye Qinghan's eyes.

The next day, around 5 p.m., when his phone vibrated on the coffee table, Lin Feng was in the kitchen helping Zhang Xiulan pick green beans.

He wiped his hands, picked up his phone, and saw "Aunt Ye" on the screen. He went to his room to answer it.

"Xiaolin, are you free today? I'd like you to come over to my house. My neck has been stiff lately, so I'd like to do some yoga while I'm at it. I won't go to the club; I'm too lazy to change clothes." Ye Qinghan's voice came through the receiver, with the sound of a television playing in the background.

"I'm free. I'll be there now."

"You know the address, right? The security guard will confirm it with you when you get there. I've already told them."

Raymond Lam changed into a clean T-shirt before going out.

He leaned against the wall of the subway car, the tunnel lights outside the window receding into the distance.

He needed to sound out Ye Qinghan about Hong Jie's matter, but he couldn't rush it. This was his first time entering Shen Qianqian's residential complex; he had only ever escorted her to the gate before.

The greenery is even better than it looks from the outside, with camphor and ginkgo trees planted alternately on both sides of the road, and the lawns are neatly trimmed.

Building No. 3 has only one unit, and the elevator goes up to the ninth floor.

The doorbell rang twice, and the door opened.

"Come in." She stepped aside. Lin Feng's gaze lingered on the floor for a moment as he changed into his slippers, then he looked up.

The house is very large, at least 180 or 190 square meters.

The living room's floor-to-ceiling windows face the community's central garden, and the setting sun shines through the windows, casting a warm yellow glow on the floor.

A dark brown leather sofa sat beside a glass coffee table with a fruit bowl and several magazines. Next to the TV cabinet stood a piano, with a framed photo on its lid. In the photo, Shen Qianqian was wearing a primary school uniform, missing a front tooth, and smiling happily.

A landscape painting hangs on the wall, signed with Shen Qianqian's father's name.

"Xiaolin, please have a seat. I'll go get the yoga mat." Ye Qinghan walked to the storage cabinet next to the TV cabinet and pulled out a dark blue yoga mat, which she then laid out in front of the French windows.

As she bent over, the neckline of her dark blue silk nightgown sagged, almost completely exposing her two heavy, full breasts to Lin Feng's view. The outline of their tips flashed by as the silk fabric slid across her skin.

She straightened up, completely unaware. "The back of my neck has been really sore lately. It felt better for several days after you massaged it last time, but it's started again this week. I haven't even bothered going to the massage parlor."

Lin Feng walked to the yoga mat. "Aunt Ye, let's start with a warm-up for the shoulders and neck. Sit down and cross your legs."

Ye Qinghan sat down on the yoga mat. Lin Feng stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Open your shoulders back, tuck your chin slightly." His palms covered her shoulders, and through the thin fabric of her silk nightgown, he could feel the warmth of his hands. Her shoulders were rounded, and her frame wasn't large, but due to long hours of desk work, her trapezius muscles were slightly stiff.

"How is Qianqian doing at your maternal grandfather's house?" He continued with his actions.

"That's great. She sends me photos every day, and yesterday she even showed me her grandfather's old cat," Ye Qinghan's voice came from the front. "She said she chats with you every day."

"Yeah. She sends me photos when she's bored."

"What kind of photos does she send you?" Ye Qinghan's tone was a little curious, not in an interrogative way, but more like a casual question.

"Sometimes it's the cat, sometimes it's herself." Lin Feng pressed his thumb on the Fengchi acupoint on the back of her neck, with just the right amount of pressure.

"This girl used to dislike taking pictures. I asked her to take one and send it to me, but she always said she was too lazy to take one." Ye Qinghan's tone was somewhat meaningful.

Lin Feng's fingers paused on the back of her neck for a moment, but he didn't reply.

We changed the subject and talked about Shen Qianqian's childhood and what she was like at school.

Ye Qinghan recounted how, when Qianqian was in the third grade of elementary school, she participated in a school recitation competition. Standing on stage, she mixed up the entire poem "Quiet Night Thoughts," reciting it as a version that combined "The bright moonlight shines before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, I lower my head to think of my hometown" with "Hoeing the fields at noon."

The parents in the audience burst into laughter; she was standing on the stage, unaware that she had recited it wrong. Ye Qinghan laughed as she spoke, her shoulders trembling under Lin Feng's hand.

Her laughter was light and cheerful, unlike her usual capable and efficient demeanor.

After warming up, Raymond Lam led her in the Cat-Cow Pose, followed by Warrior II Pose and then Side Angle Pose.

Wearing a dark blue silk nightgown for yoga is not very convenient; the hem tends to ride up when bending to the side, revealing a large section of smooth thighs.

I simply tied a loose knot on the side of my thigh with the hem of my skirt, but the knot came undone after I finished a set of movements.

"Did Qianqian tell you about her maternal grandfather?" Ye Qinghan pulled herself out of her side-stretch pose and retied her skirt. "Her maternal grandfather used to work in the provincial government. When I first graduated from university, I worked at the municipal public security bureau, starting from the bottom. Her maternal grandfather helped me a lot, but he was a very principled person. He would help if he could, and he would never say a word if he couldn't. Later, I also slowly climbed up the ranks, from deputy section chief to section chief, from section chief to deputy director, step by step. The year her father passed away, I had just been transferred to the municipal bureau, and I was so busy that I didn't even have time to go to the hospital to be with him." Her voice became a little flatter. "Thinking about it now, I regret it a little. But there was nothing I could do at the time."

Lin Feng led her in practicing the bridge pose.

Ye Qinghan lay on her back with her knees bent and her feet flat on the ground, pushing her hips up. The hem of her dark blue silk nightgown slid down from her thighs and bunched up at her waist, revealing her flat stomach.

He squatted down next to her, placed his hands on either side of her hips, and lifted her up. "Inhale, a little higher." She pushed her hips up a little more, held the position until the third breath, and then slowly lowered herself down.

Lying on my back on the mat, a thin layer of sweat appeared on my forehead.

"Xiao Lin, if you have any plans for the future—like taking the civil service exam or something—you can tell me. I still have some influence in the city."

Lin Feng's fingers paused briefly at her shoulder blade. "Thank you, Aunt Ye."