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

Lin Feng draped the towel he used to wipe his sweat over his shoulder and took a sip of water from his bottle. "Okay, tomorrow night. It'll be a good opportunity for you to try my cooking. I told Sister He I wanted to cook, but I haven't had the chance yet."

Yang Ru's lips curved into a slight smile.

He bent down to put the sports water bottle into his bag, and the peach-shaped buttocks wrapped in dark purple shorts flashed in front of his eyes for a moment before bouncing back.

He zipped up his bag, took a few steps toward the door, turned his head and said, "Tomorrow night at seven o'clock, I'll send you the address to your phone," then pushed open the door and went out.

Lin Feng sat on the mat for a while until his breathing had completely calmed down, then stood up and went into the locker room.

I took off my white yoga clothes and threw them into the recycling bin, then put on a clean white crew-neck T-shirt. When I opened the door, the corridor was quiet, and the canopies of the camphor trees outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shone brightly green in the afternoon sunlight.

Xiaowei was filing a stack of appointment forms when she looked up and saw him. She tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

"Manager Luo wants you to go to her office."

Lin Feng walked to the end of the corridor and knocked twice on the door. "Come in," he said, pushing the door open. Luo Ruoxi was bending over to adjust her skirt when she heard the door open and looked up.

"There's something I need. There's a private party tonight at a club in the east of the city. Everyone coming is a prominent figure in Hehai City, from various industries." She walked around the desk to Lin Feng. "I need a male companion. Will you come with me?"

"Manager Luo, I—"

"No refusing." She waved a finger in front of him, the corner of her mouth curving into a smile that left no room for negotiation. "It's just an hour. Going there will just be for a drink and meeting a few people, which will be good for you in the future. Now come with me to buy you a suit. This outfit of yours—" She pointed down at his white T-shirt and athletic shorts, "No way."

The car stopped in front of a men's clothing store. Luo Ruoxi pushed open the door, went in, and pulled a white shirt with a dark pattern, a pair of dark gray trousers, and a pair of dark brown leather shoes from the display shelf, then handed them to him.

When Raymond Lam came out of the fitting room, Luo Ruoxi was leaning against the cashier's counter, her gaze going from his shoulders to his waist, and then from his waist to his trouser legs.

"This is it. Cut off the tags and wear it right away." She handed her bank card to the sales assistant.

The club is located deep within a quiet, tree-lined avenue in the east of the city. The entrance is small, with blue brick walls and two brass wall lamps hanging at the door. A waiter in a black uniform stands under the porch.

Luo Ruoxi handed the car keys to the valet and walked in, linking arms with Lin Feng.

Today I wore a deep red evening gown with a hem that reached my ankles. The chest area featured a cutout design with thin straps crisscrossing and weaving into a net-like pattern. My two full breasts bulged out from the gaps in the net-like straps.

Her hair was styled in a bun, revealing her long neck and a pair of silver tassel earrings.

The banquet hall was large, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, the light shining on the marble floor. Long tables against the wall were covered with white tablecloths, and champagne towers and exquisite French desserts were laid out on them.

Dozens of people had already arrived in the hall, mostly women, a few with male companions. Luo Ruoxi picked up two glasses of champagne from a waiter's tray, handed one to Lin Feng, and said in a low voice, "One hour at most."

She led Lin Feng around the banquet hall and greeted several familiar faces.

A woman from the real estate industry came over with a wine glass and chatted with Luo Ruoxi for a few moments. Her gaze lingered on Luo Ruoxi's male companion for a moment, and she smiled, saying, "Ruoxi, your male companion looks much more energetic today." Luo Ruoxi smiled but didn't reply.

Just then, a woman's voice came in from the side.

"Oh, isn't this Ruoxi?"

A woman wearing a bright pink tight-fitting short skirt walked over with a wine glass in her hand. The skirt was so short that it barely covered her hips, and she was wearing a pair of stiletto heels.

Her makeup was heavy, with thick, long false eyelashes and bright orange lip gloss on her lips.

Her figure is eye-catching, but the proportions are a bit strange; her breasts are unnaturally large, forming an unnaturally round shape.

She had an extremely thin waist and very wide hips. She was arm in arm with a man who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a tight black shirt and white trousers, and his hair was styled meticulously.

"Long time no see. And this is—" Her gaze swept over Lin Feng from head to toe.

"My friend. Lin Feng." Luo Ruoxi's voice was indifferent.

"Friends?" The woman smiled and nudged the man next to her forward. "This is Xiao Jie. He just graduated from the sports academy, he's several years younger than me, and he insists on pursuing me." As she spoke, she patted Xiao Jie's arm.

Luo Ruoxi held her wine glass, smiling but remaining silent. The woman spoke again: "Ruoxi, you've always had good taste, but—" She covered her mouth with her bright orange-nailed fingers and chuckled, "You're young, but I wonder if you can handle the situation."

"Excuse me, could you move aside?"

The woman paused, stunned. "What did you say?"

"Hey, ma'am," Lin Feng turned to look at her, his expression calm, "you're really too noisy. Could you move aside? We need to go over there and say hello to our friends."

Several people holding wine glasses nearby turned to look. The woman's expression changed, she released her grip on Xiao Jie's arm, and raised her voice slightly: "Who are you calling 'Auntie'? Ruoxi, is this the person you brought? How rude!"

Luo Ruoxi raised the champagne glass to her lips and paused for a moment, the curve of her lips clearly visible.

"Auntie, you don't need to speak so loudly, I can hear you." Lin Feng picked at his ear, while Luo Ruoxi next to him giggled.

The woman's face turned pale after being silenced by Lin Feng's words. Her bright orange lips moved several times, and she was about to point at Lin Feng and say something when a small commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Several women who had been chatting by the door with their wine glasses turned around at the same time, and one of them whispered, "Director Ye is here."

The crowd naturally parted to the sides, and several women escorted a figure as they walked in from the direction of the entrance hall.

Ye Qinghan wasn't wearing her police uniform today. She was wearing a navy blue suit skirt, with a light gray silk scarf tied around her neck. Her hair wasn't styled in its usual short style; instead, the ends were slightly permed, and she wore a pair of pearl earrings.

He didn't look as tough as he usually did at the police station, but he walked with his back straight, his pace neither fast nor slow, and his gaze swept across the banquet hall with a habitual scrutiny.

Several women around her were talking to her, and she nodded slightly, her expression neither warm nor cold.

The woman in the bright pink tight dress seemed to have been switched on; she instantly withdrew her finger from Lin Feng, a smile spreading across her face, and turned to quickly walk towards the entrance hall.

"Director Ye, you've finally arrived! We were just talking about you—" She was only halfway through her sentence when Ye Qinghan's gaze passed over her and landed on Lin Feng, who was standing not far behind her.

Ignoring the woman's flattery, he walked straight toward Lin Feng.

"Kobayashi, what are you doing here?"