Of course, drying the surrounding area with a dry towel, leaving no moisture, was also a part of the job.
As Yeoreum was skillfully finishing the cleaning of the second pool, the manager’s phone rang.
It seemed he was speaking with the front desk, his voice serious.
“We need to clean the Baekgwan next. A reservation just came in unexpectedly.”
He said, putting his phone down.
Baekgwan, being the largest and most expensive villa in the resort, had a large pool in front of it.
“The guests are arriving at 11 pm, so let’s be quick and efficient.”
Everyone hurriedly gathered their cleaning supplies and headed for Baekgwan.
They began cleaning proficiently, just like before.
Then, a woman in her mid-twenties entered the pool area.
Despite the chilly weather, her short-sleeved top and skirt suggested she was a guest from a nearby villa.
As the manager was wiping the floor tiles with a dry towel, he stepped in front of her and said.
“Oh dear, miss. I think you’ve taken the wrong path.”
“What?”
“It seems you’ve entered the wrong house.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
She snapped back with a curse, drawing the attention of those around her.
With long brown wavy hair, large cubic zirconia earrings, and flashy nails, she was quite flamboyant.
“Nevermind. Move.”
She seemed slightly inebriated.
“Miss, there’s a reservation here. It seems you’ve got the wrong villa.”
“Got the wrong villa? I’m in the right place!”
She carelessly removed and tossed aside her high heels.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
The manager apologized but still offered her shoes back.
“I’m really pissed off.”
She glared at the cleaners for a moment before storming out.
The women muttered disapprovingly.
“It’s so dangerous to swim alone late at night, especially drunk. She doesn’t even know that.”
These incidents weren’t uncommon during late-night cleaning, so everyone quickly refocused on their work.
Soon, the pool was filled with clean water at the perfect temperature.
The employees were satisfied and gathered their cleaning tools.
“What’s next?”
Yeoreum asked.
“That’s enough for you.”
“What?”
“You’re done, Teacher Jeong Yeoreum. We’ll quickly finish up the rest.”
“No, I should go with you.”
The manager stopped her from joining them.
“Now, Teacher Jeong shouldn’t be doing this kind of work. It won’t take us long to finish the rest ourselves.”
“Yeah, Teacher, you just wait here nicely, and when we call, you can come out. Let’s have a meat party tonight.”
“Okay, you stay here.”
They left Yeoreum behind, telling her to stay put.
It was their way of showing care, so Yeoreum decided to wait gracefully, appreciating their thoughtfulness.
While sitting on a beach chair and looking at the clean water, she heard footsteps.
“Huh?”
It was the woman she had seen earlier.
But this time, she wasn’t alone; she had two women and two men of similar age with her.
“Where did everyone go? Why are you alone here?”
“What’s going on?”
Yeoreum stood up and asked.
“What’s going on?”
The woman, with a sharp laugh, stretched out her hand.
One of the women with her handed over a bottle of wine.
The woman turned the bottle upside down.
“What are you doing!”
The red liquid spilled on the floor, and she began to spray the wine in all directions.
The once pristine white tiles quickly became stained and blotchy with the wine.
Yeoreum approached the woman and yelled.
“What kind of outrage is this!”
“Don’t you get it? I’m disinfecting. It’s too filthy here.”
She tried to splash wine on Yeoreum, but she quickly dodged it.
The bottle, now empty, was thrown and narrowly missed Yeoreum before falling into the pool.
“What you’re doing is a crime, you know!”
“Crime? What a joke, fatty.”
“What, fatty?”
“How can you live with such a body? A penniless thing ballooning up with fat. You people without anything can’t even manage yourselves.”
The woman and her group laughed mockingly.
“Think you’re making sense?”
“No, I haven’t finished. You fatty. Do you know who I am? I’m from a family that would make someone like you faint.”
Yeoreum, facing the woman’s arrogant expression, said.
“Really clueless. Like a shriveled anchovy head.”
“What did you say?”
“Are you hard of hearing? I said, shriveled anchovy head. And what’s with calling me fatty? Hey, is 63kg at 165cm considered fat?”
“A woman’s weight starting with 6 is fat, pig.”
“Ah, really making me angry. How am I a pig? I have a lovely figure. And you have no right to say that to me, anchovy head.”
“That brat!”
The angry woman lunged at Yeoreum and grabbed her hair.
“Hey, let go.”
“Why should I, you pig?”
“You started it. What I do now is self-defense.”
“What?”
Yeoreum quickly twisted her body and elbowed the woman’s back hard.
While the woman staggered in pain, Yeoreum grabbed her hair.
“Hey, you dare grab my hair? Do you know who I am?”
“Anchovies always come with guts attached. Seems true for you too.”
“Your insolence!”
“Is your mouth a rag? Only nonsense comes out.”
Yeoreum kicked the writhing woman to the ground.
Applying pressure, she pressed the woman’s head to the wine-stained floor.
“Hey!”
The woman screamed, but Yeoreum sat on her back, making her gasp for air.
The other two women approached Yeoreum, but she dodged and hit them, knocking them down.
They lay on the ground, unable to scream.
“……What are you looking at! Get her! Now!”
The woman, finally able to breathe, wildly gestured at Yeoreum.
“This is a real loss of sense!”
Two men quickly approached Yeoreum and grabbed her shoulders.
Unable to move due to the significant difference in strength, she was momentarily paralyzed.
Then, suddenly, a large hand reached in and grabbed the men’s hair in one swift move.
Yeoreum looked up in surprise.
The man, wearing a black beach poncho, was tall, probably over 180cm.
“Ow! It hurts!”
The men screamed.
He wore a loose poncho hat, which obscured his face, but his toes were visible in flip-flop slippers.
Like a fisherman hauling in a net, he powerfully yanked the men’s hair.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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