Anya was trying to fix the faucet in her room's bathroom when suddenly—CRACK!
A sharp sound echoed, and a powerful spray of water splashed straight onto her face. Within seconds, she was completely drenched.
Anya (stomping her foot in anger):
"Even my luck has become like Mei Wei—betraying me whenever it wants!"
In the entire penthouse, every bathroom except Zain's was out of order.
Hesitating, Anya walked up to Zain's bedroom door and knocked three times.
The moment the door opened, her eyes widened in shock. She instantly covered her mouth and eyes with both hands.
Standing before her was Zain—wearing nothing but a white towel.
Water droplets slid down from his wet hair, tracing over his sculpted chest and perfectly defined six-pack abs. The strict, untouchable office boss looked like a Greek god at that moment.
Anya (stammering):
"B-Boss! You… you're… I mean—my bathroom—"
Part 6: Zain's Panic and the Secrets of the Past
Zain—who was usually calm and unreadable—froze when he saw Anya standing there.
But his panic wasn't because of his exposed body.
It was because of the things lying on the table behind him.
He quickly shut the door halfway and said firmly,
"Stay outside for two minutes."
Turning around swiftly, he hid the photographs of his mother Zho and Jiaa.
At the same time, he also hid Anya's broken glasses, the ones he had secretly kept since the night of the accident.
If she sees this today, Zain thought, my entire master plan will collapse.
He hurriedly put on a shirt and opened the door fully.
Part 7: Blurred Glasses and Clear Intentions
Zain was now fully dressed, his face once again wearing the cold 'Boss' mask.
Zain (in a serious voice):
"Come in. And next time, don't even think about entering my room without an appointment."
As Anya stepped inside, her eyes widened in awe.
The room looked nothing less than a palace—minimalist design, priceless paintings, glass walls.
But when she entered the bathroom, her head started spinning.
There were no ordinary taps—only touch-sensitive panels and sensors.
Yet her mind was still struggling to recover from the sight of Zain's perfectly fit body.
She noticed the table—things looked slightly disturbed, as if something had just been hidden.
Anya (narrowing her eyes):
"Boss, are you hiding something? And… your shirt buttons are wrong."
Zain's hand froze.
She was right. In his panic, he had buttoned the shirt unevenly.
Anya slowly stepped closer.
Zain thought she was about to check the table—but instead, she stopped and began fixing his shirt buttons.
Anya thought to herself,
Is this a bathroom or NASA's control room? If I ask Zain, he'll definitely say—'A middle-class girl like you won't know how to use this.'
To protect her pride, Anya pressed a shiny red button, assuming it was the hot-water switch.
But suddenly—
Part 2: The Water Apocalypse and Anya's Scream
The moment she pressed the red button, the ceiling rain-shower activated.
Jets from the walls blasted water.
Even the bathtub fountain started running.
Everything turned on at once.
Anya was completely soaked again.
Panicking, she flailed around trying to turn the water off—but accidentally activated Turbo Mode.
Anya (shivering and screaming):
"Boss! Boss! Please come inside! How do I turn this crazy machine off?
And listen—I'm fully dressed! You can come in!"
Zain, who was outside fixing his shirt, rushed toward the bathroom.
"Anya! What have you done?!"
When he opened the door, the sight before him stunned him.
Anya was huddled in a corner, water spraying at her from all directions.
The bathtub had overflowed, flooding the entire floor.
She was trembling from the mix of hot and cold water, her hair plastered to her face—looking like a soaked, helpless kitten.
Part 3: Slipping and the Bathtub Crash
Zain rushed toward her in anger.
"You idiot! That was the emergency flush button! Why would you press that?!"
He slammed his hand onto the control panel and pressed a master switch.
In one second—everything stopped.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the drip… drip… of water falling from Anya's clothes.
Zain (gritting his teeth as he moved closer):
"You don't even know how to use a bathroom? You've ruined my entire floor!"
Anya stepped back in fear.
"Boss… I thought it was the heater…"
The soap and water had made the floor dangerously slippery.
Anya's foot twisted—and she fell toward the bathtub.
Zain reacted instantly, wrapping an arm around her waist to stop her.
But in panic, Anya grabbed Zain's shirt collar.
The next moment—
SPLASH!
Both of them fell into the bathtub together.
It was already filled with bubble bath foam.
Zain was beneath her. Anya landed on top.
White foam clung to Anya's nose, while Zain's hair was completely messed up.
Part 4: Laughter and Realization
For a moment, both of them froze.
The distance between Zain's cold face and Anya's innocence disappeared.
When Anya saw Zain's face covered in foam, she burst out laughing.
Anya (laughing uncontrollably):
"Hahaha! Boss… you—you look like Santa Claus!"
Zain, who had been furious just moments ago, melted at her laughter.
His deep, masculine laugh echoed through the bathroom.
It was the first time he had completely dropped his Boss mask.
Zain (laughing, wiping foam from her nose):
"And you? You look like a duck stuck in mud.
All your suspense and 'Sun Tzu strategies' washed away in the bathtub?"
Their eyes met.
The laughter slowly transformed into a silent pull between them.
Water droplets intensified the tension hanging in the air.
Chapter: The Secret Wardrobe and Jungkook's Guard Duty
Part 1: Bargaining and Punishment
After that bathtub laughter, Zain suddenly switched back to Boss Mode.
He stood up—his presence commanding even in wet clothes.
Zain (handing her a towel):
"That's enough laughing. You'll clean this entire bathroom.
Not a single drop of water should remain—or tomorrow's holiday is cancelled."
Anya (pouting):
"This is unfair, Boss! And how am I supposed to clean in these wet clothes?
Can you… can you bring my clothes from my room?"
Zain was about to refuse—but seeing her shivering, his heart softened.
"Fine. But remember—every tile must shine."
Part 2: Anya's 'Fandom' and Zain's Jealousy
When Zain entered Anya's room, he expected something simple.
But the moment he turned on the light, he froze.
The walls were covered with large posters of Jungkook (BTS) and famous Chinese actors.
Smiling, handsome faces were everywhere.
Zain stared at a poster where Jungkook flashed a killer smile.
Zain (muttering):
"So these plastic faces make you scream 'kiss'?
What do I lack?"
He opened her wardrobe.
There were piles of loose pajamas—but in one corner, he noticed an old wedding dress.
A white silk dress.
The one she had worn during their secret wedding.
Zain's hand stopped.
He gently touched the fabric.
That night flashed before his eyes—the moment he held Anya's hand, when he wasn't CEO Zain Yan, just Zain.
Part 3: Pajamas and the Forgotten Secret
Zain shook off the memories and picked out a cartoon pajama set.
Back in the bathroom, he cracked the door open and handed her the clothes.
"Here. Hurry up."
Anya changed inside—but in her haste, she forgot her wet undergarments on the bathroom stand.
When she stepped out, her cheeks were pink, and she looked incredibly innocent in the pajamas.
Zain then entered the bathroom to change.
Part 4: Zain's Shock
The moment Zain stepped inside, his eyes landed on the items Anya had left behind.
He froze.
His breathing quickened.
The cold-hearted CEO, who never panicked during billion-dollar deals, felt shaken by something so small.
Outside, Anya suddenly remembered.
"Oh no! I forgot my… clothes!"
She rushed to the bathroom and opened the door without thinking.
Inside, Zain had already unbuttoned his shirt.
Anya (shouting):
"Boss! That—that's mine!"
Part 1: Red Face and the White Towel
The atmosphere inside the bathroom turned heavy.
Zain reacted instantly, throwing a large white towel over Anya's belongings.
His face had turned bright red—a shade Anya had never seen before.
Seeing his embarrassment, Anya's fear vanished.
She realized—this time, she had the upper hand.
Part 2: "We Are Husband and Wife, Boss!"
Anya tiptoed closer.
Zain avoided her gaze, trying to stay composed.
But Anya burst into laughter.
Anya (teasing):
"Boss, why are you turning so red?
It's like you've seen a ghost."
Zain cleared his throat, forcing a stern tone.
"Anya, go outside. This is inappropriate."
Anya stepped even closer and looked straight into his eyes.
"What's there to be embarrassed about?
We're husband and wife, after all.
It's been two months since our wedding—don't you remember?"
Zain's ears burned.
He wanted to say something—but no words came out.
Anya calmly retrieved her belongings from under the towel and smiled victoriously.
Part 3: Anya's Fear and Zain's Silence
The moment Anya stepped out and closed the door, her smile vanished.
She clutched her chest.
Her heart was pounding wildly.
What did I just say?
'Husband and wife'? Anya, are you insane?
What if he takes it seriously? What if he thinks I'm claiming rights over him?
My job—and my freedom—will both be in danger. How do I fix this mess?
Inside the bathroom, Zain stood exactly where she had left him.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror.
Her words echoed in his ears—'Husband and wife.'
Zain smiled faintly and murmured to himself,
"Two months…
So you remember how long it's been.
You're not a bad player either, Mrs. Yan."