Is this really necessary?
It's not even dark yet, broad daylight, and you know there's a man living opposite, so you're bathing with the door open?
Heh, as expected, a woman like her would do anything!
Zhan Beijue turned to leave.
"Second Brother, are you being a coward?" Zhou Jinbei hobbled over, a cunning look on her face as she watched him at the door.
To prove his innocence and distance himself from a shameless woman like Jiang Nanfang, he gritted his teeth and walked back in.
"Jiang Nanfang."
"Splish, splash..." Apart from the sound of running water from the bathroom, there was no response.
"Jiang Nanfang."
"Jiang Nanfang?"
Still no reaction.
This damned woman, could she have already left and, in a deliberate act of revenge, intentionally left the tap running and the door open, just to trash his apartment?
Zhan Beijue frowned and walked towards the bathroom.
Okay! Perfect! This is the moment!
While he wasn't paying attention, Zhou Jinbei, as quick as a mouse, scurried to the door and gently closed it, separating him from Jiang Nanfang.
The item was brought back from abroad. Zhou Jinbei heard it was very magical, colorless and odorless. If left out for a while like an aromatherapy diffuser, a person's central nervous system would quickly...
Haha, Jiang Nanfang must be done for now! If Zhan Beijue walks in now...
Hahahaha! I refuse to believe she won't be utterly disgraced!
I refuse to believe that after something like this, she'll still have the face to stay at Zhan's, hahaha!
To prevent Zhan Beijue from coming out later to settle accounts with her, she didn't even have time to remove the bandages on her feet. She pulled her suitcase, hid his phone under the sofa, and quickly rushed downstairs.
Upon reaching the first floor, the driver opened the car door for her: "Miss Zhou, Mr. Zhan..."
"He said he's staying here tonight, so have you drive me back."
"Oh, alright. Shall I come back tomorrow morning to pick him up then?"
"Whatever you wish. If you don't feel like coming, you don't have to."
"..."
Zhan Beijue followed the sound of water to the bathroom door. To prevent himself from seeing anything he shouldn't if Jiang Nanfang hadn't left, he raised his right hand to cover half of his eyes.
Fortunately, she wasn't so deranged as to not close the door.
The sound of running water showed no sign of stopping. The bathroom light was on, but there was no sound of bathing. Zhan Beijue knocked twice on the door.
"Jiang Nanfang, are you in there? How long has the water been running? Why haven't you turned it off? What are you doing in there?"
Still no response.
Zhan Beijue's curiosity was piqued. What exactly was this woman up to?
Water was starting to spill onto the floor. If he didn't go in soon, the entire apartment would be ruined.
With his germophobia kicking in and his patience at an end, Zhan Beijue frowned, returned to the living room, grabbed a few tissues to wrap around the doorknob, and with a loud bang, pushed the door open.
As the door opened, he was immediately met with an even more bizarre sight.
Jiang Nanfang lay in the bathtub, fully clothed, her eyes shut, her hair fanned out, as if she had lost consciousness. The bathtub was so full that water was about to enter her nostrils, yet she remained motionless, letting the showerhead gush water.
Zhan Beijue couldn't understand her. Did she want to die and drown herself in the bathtub, or had she drunk too much? Why did she always find new ways to be annoying every time he saw her?
"Jiang Nanfang? What are you doing? If you want to die, go die in your own home, don't ruin my apartment. Get up, you're dirtying my apartment!"
Water seeped into her nostrils, and Jiang Nanfang began to blow bubbles from her nose, but she still showed no reaction.
"Jiang Nanfang, you really want to die? Get up! Go back to your own home to die, don't dirty my apartment!"
Zhan Beijue took two steps forward and turned off the water.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Her trachea, esophagus, and lungs were all filled with water. At the critical moment, Jiang Nanfang, choking, finally regained consciousness.
"Ugh... cough, cough, cough, cough... ugh..."
Realizing she was about to drown, with violent coughing fits, she clutched the edge of the bathtub and scrambled to get out.
However, her limbs felt as if they were paralyzed, unable to muster any strength. After a few struggles, all she managed to do was splash water everywhere to no avail.
Only then did Zhan Beijue realize something was wrong. To prevent her from drowning right in front of him, he strode to the bathtub, grabbed her under her armpits with both hands, and lifted her out.
Jiang Nanfang, unable to open her eyes from choking, coughed and leaned against him, trying to use his strength to get out.
Zhan Beijue felt her will to live and instinctively pulled her into his arms, supporting her back with one hand and her hips with the other. With a slight effort, the soaked woman was back on the ground.
She leaned against him, his hand still supporting her. Zhan Beijue's clothes and shoes were instantly soaked beyond recognition.
"What the hell are you doing? Falling asleep while bathing? How old are you to nearly drown yourself?"
Jiang Nanfang finally managed to recover a bit. She rested her forehead against his chest and took a few breaths, weakly explaining, "I wasn't bathing. Your sister was here just now..."
"Hm?"
"After she left, I felt something was wrong. To avoid being framed by her, I quickly came in to take a cold shower. Who knew I'd still fall into her trap? I almost..."
As she spoke, she raised her wet head and met Zhan Beijue's gaze. After two seconds of eye contact, she changed the subject, "Why did you suddenly come into my bathroom?"
"..."
Only then did Zhan Beijue realize with hindsight that his hand was still on her back, and her hand was resting on his chest. They were standing so close...
"Clang!" He abruptly pushed Jiang Nanfang away from him.
With such force, Jiang Nanfang stumbled back a couple of steps, hitting her head against the wall, "Are you crazy? Why are you pushing me?"
"You're the one who's crazy. Both of you are crazy."
He walked out of the bathroom with a stern face.
Zhou Jinbei! If you want revenge on each other, go ahead, but you dare to drag me into this? How audacious, just you wait, I'll break your other leg too!
The door had been closed at some point. Zhan Beijue walked over and tried to pull it, but it wouldn't open.
It must have been that damned Zhou Jinbei who closed the door, the oblivious fool!
"Jiang Nanfang, come out and unlock this for me!"
Jiang Nanfang hadn't fully recovered yet, her limbs felt weak, and her clothes were soaked. She was afraid of dirtying the living room if she went out. "Wait a moment, I'll just wipe off some of the water and then I'll come out."
"Then you don't need to come out, just tell me the password!"
"I don't know the password. The staff directly recorded my fingerprint and facial recognition."
"..."
"Don't worry, I'll go deal with that woman with you right now."
Downstairs in the apartment building, two children, their faces hidden by masks and sunglasses, silently entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 23rd floor.
"Brother, we just came like this. What if Daddy sees us?"
"He won't. Daddy's phone has been motionless for half an hour, meaning he's in a static state. Unless he has the door open, he definitely won't encounter us."
"But they're so close to Mommy, what if when we knock..."
Zhan Jingrui patted his backpack, "It has a lock inside. The first thing we do after going up is to lock the door from the outside. Then we'll find Mommy. Every situation you can think of is under my control."
Zhan Jingge was genuinely impressed by her brother's meticulous mind, "Brother, you are truly amazing. It looks like we can sleep with Mommy again tonight."
Jiang Nanfang took off her wet clothes, wrapped her hair, and holding the wall, she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, looking as if she had just washed up.
The living room lights were bright. Her slender arms were exposed, along with her beautiful collarbones, and her straight legs were visible below. Her small face was dripping with water, her large eyes blinked, and her skin was fair and radiant. She emerged gracefully.
Zhan Beijue instinctively turned his head to look...
He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Every hair on his body stood on end. His skin felt hot, blood surged, and his throat grew dry.