Since Cheng Zhinan had taken the initiative to offer bringing her a gift, Xiang Yuan didn’t stand on ceremony either. Muttering to herself, she mentioned that her skin felt dry and she might need a new set of skincare products.

Cheng Zhinan understood her hint perfectly and didn’t take up too much of her time, simply saying he got it before hanging up.

After ending the call, Xiang Yuan first stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then reached out to open the bedside drawer and looked at the one-week plan she had previously drawn up.

She raised an eyebrow with interest.

What kind of plan was this?

It sounded more like flirting.

How did Cheng Zhinan, with his always serious face, come up with such a treaty to enhance marital intimacy?

She read it with relish:

“Monday: Holding hands is allowed.”

“Tuesday: Hugging is allowed.”

“Wednesday: Bedtime stories are allowed.”

“Thursday: Watching movies together is allowed.”

“Friday: Having dinner together is allowed.”

“Saturday: Going for a walk together is allowed.”

“Sunday: Marital intimacy is allowed.”

Thinking about her husband, who had been away on a long business trip and was about to return home, Xiang Yuan couldn’t help but glance around the room.

During this period, she had been home alone and had perhaps been a bit too unrestrained.

She had originally planned to call for a cleaning service after waking up, but Xiang Ming’s call came like a timely rain.

Over the phone, Xiang Ming clamored about visiting her house, saying that ever since Xiang Yuan got married, the sisterly bond had grown distant.

Xiang Yuan readily agreed and invited her over for a meal.

When Xiang Ming eagerly arrived at her older sister’s new home, she found it shockingly messy.

Xiang Ming picked up a black bra from the sofa with one hand and tossed it aside. “How on earth does Doctor Cheng put up with you? Doesn’t he have OCD?”

Xiang Yuan leaned back lazily on the sofa and replied, “He’s been away on a business trip lately.”

“No wonder,” Xiang Ming sighed meaningfully. “Mom finally managed to marry off this hot potato, and now it’s Doctor Cheng’s turn to deal with the headache.”

Hearing her younger sister’s teasing, Xiang Yuan just chuckled softly, resting her head on one hand. “Is that really how you see me?”

Xiang Ming turned around just in time to see Xiang Yuan lounging casually and lazily on the sofa.

She was wearing a nightgown, her long legs stretched out casually, her fair toes lightly touching the carpet. Her skin was as smooth as jade, so beautiful it took one’s breath away.

Since childhood, Xiang Ming had never doubted her older sister’s stunning looks.

The Xiang family had always been quite well-known in S City.

They were a family of scholars, with two precious daughters who were both beautiful and had good personalities.

The Xiang father, Xiang Shaohui, was a painter in his youth and had a wide social circle. Many of his friends tried to introduce suitable husbands to his daughters, but he turned them all down. However, when it came to Cheng Zhinan, Xiang Shaohui was exceptionally pleased.

The two were a perfect match—talented and good-looking, with complementary personalities that suited each other perfectly. They seemed like a match made in heaven.

Both of his daughters had been pampered since childhood.

The older daughter, Xiang Yuan, inherited his artistic talent. Her thoughts were free-spirited and imaginative; she loved freedom and disliked being constrained. However, her rebellious nature and occasional willfulness could be quite a headache.

As a child, she was the family’s treasured pearl, given all the best resources. Later, when her mother gave birth to her younger sister, she not only showed no signs of jealousy but treated her sister with immense kindness.

Because of this, Xiang Ming had idolized Xiang Yuan since she was little.

Having a beautiful and seemingly omnipotent older sister was the happiest thing in the world.

Whether it was troubles in daily life or tricky situations in relationships, Xiang Yuan could easily solve them for her. In Xiang Yuan’s world, nothing seemed truly difficult.

So during her teenage years when peers were busy chasing celebrities, Xiang Ming only worshipped one idol – her own older sister.

Xiang Yuan was three years older. When Xiang Ming was in middle school, Xiang Yuan had already entered high school.

During high school, Xiang Yuan already shone brightly at school.

She had artistic talent, surrounded by many friends, with diverse interests, traveling abroad during her free time.

Everyone around knew Xiang Ming was her little follower, and the sisters had an incredibly close relationship.

The Xiang family was well-off, and her sister’s looks were unquestionable, so Xiang Ming wasn’t surprised that Xiang Yuan hadn’t been in a relationship all these years.

After all, in her eyes, few people were worthy of Xiang Yuan.

A wealthy, beautiful young woman from S City who was also a talented artist – how could just any ordinary man marry her?

So Xiang Ming always felt her brother-in-law must be quite capable.

At this moment, while organizing clothes on the sofa for Xiang Yuan, Xiang Ming asked: “When is brother-in-law coming back?”

Xiang Yuan: “The day after tomorrow.”

Xiang Ming: “Although you haven’t known each other long, I feel you have a good relationship.”

Xiang Yuan curled her lips: “How did you reach that conclusion?”

Xiang Ming said seriously: “Last time we had dinner at home, I saw him taking care of you the whole time, and you seemed quite satisfied with him too. It seems Mom and Dad made a good choice for you this time.”

Xiang Yuan corrected her: “It wasn’t really their choice – I chose him myself.”

Probably unable to withstand her parents’ constant marriage pressure, plus some changes in perspective after being injured recently, Xiang Yuan had been thinking about settling down.

A man like Cheng Zhinan was undoubtedly particularly suitable for marriage.

Xiang Ming quickly nodded, “Of course I know that. If you didn’t want to get married yourself, no matter how many people introduced you to others, you wouldn’t have agreed.”

Xiang Yuan stood up and poured Xiang Ming a cup of tea, “How have you been lately?”

Hearing this, Xiang Ming couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on, “I’m busy changing jobs.”

Xiang Yuan: “Didn’t you like your previous job?”

Xiang Ming: “No, my boss seems to clash with me – always finding fault with me.”

Initially, Xiang Yuan had suggested giving her some money to open her own shop, but Xiang Ming, having just entered society, still wanted to experience life. Their family didn’t stop her, letting her do as she pleased.

Hearing this, Xiang Yuan seemed to remember something, “I have a friend who runs a company. I’ll ask him about opportunities for you later.”

Xiang Ming shrugged, “Sure.”

Anyway, she was only working to pass time – making money wasn’t important.

The sisters spent half a day cleaning the house, finally restoring the room to its original state.

Xiang Ming collapsed on the sofa, demanding that Xiang Yuan treat her to a meal.

Xiang Yuan took out her phone and directly ordered delivery from Xiang Ming’s favorite restaurant.

While waiting for dinner, Xiang Ming noticed Xiang Yuan constantly staring at her phone with a deeply thoughtful expression and couldn’t help asking:

“Sis, what are you looking at?”

Xiang Yuan, scrolling through shopping recommendations on her phone without looking up, casually replied: “Looking at the art exhibition from last period.”

Xiang Ming immediately lit up with starry eyes. “By the way, sis, that account you’ve been serializing online recently is super popular now.”

“Really?” Xiang Yuan didn’t pay much attention.

Xiang Ming: “When I was out shopping, I even heard two young girls discussing the content of the comic you’re serializing. They were even wondering when the next update would be.”

Xiang Yuan: “Probably next month.”

Xiang Ming instantly deflated. “Can’t you be a bit more diligent? Updating only once a month—at this rate, who knows when it’ll be finished?”

Her fingertip landed on a dress on the screen. Xiang Yuan’s cheeks flushed subtly pink, and her long, curled eyelashes fluttered twice rapidly.

She had hesitated for a long time between the cute cat maid and sweet kitchen maid outfits.

What to do.

She liked both.

It didn’t matter which one Cheng Zhinan preferred; what mattered was what she liked.

Forget it.

Might as well get both.

And so.

Within seconds.

Xiang Yuan swiftly completed the payment, then closed her phone with satisfaction.

The earlier topic wasn’t over yet. Seeing that Xiang Yuan wasn’t paying attention to her, Xiang Ming looked serious and tapped the table. “Why aren’t you answering me?”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“I said—”

Xiang Ming wore the angry expression of a fan waiting for updates. “Can’t you occasionally add an extra update? Even updating every half month would be better.”

Xiang Yuan: “I just finished this month’s task, and you’re already asking me to add more? Xiang Ming, your older sister is human, not a robot. Don’t have such high expectations of me.”

With that said, Xiang Ming asked without much confidence, “Then you won’t abandon it, right?”

Xiang Yuan: “No, don’t worry.”

A while ago, while recuperating at home, Xiang Yuan was bored and decided to open an account, specifically updating comics on her social media status. Unexpectedly, she accidentally became popular.

It was originally just something she drew for fun, but as more and more people followed her, the psychological pressure grew, leading her to start updating regularly every month.

Her Weibo account was @Sui Lu. At first, she only had 1,000 followers, but as the popularity of her serialized comic grew, her followers skyrocketed to 300,000.

This level of popularity was something Xiang Yuan hadn’t anticipated. Every time she opened Weibo, countless fans flooded the comments section, urging her to update quickly.

Xiang Yuan had no financial pressure; she was purely creating out of passion. So, faced with the many demands for updates, her mindset remained exceptionally calm.

Part of the inspiration for “Unlimited Confession” came from Doctor Cheng. After marriage, she was so bored that she chose to serialize comics online. She never expected so many people would like the comic.

Many scenes in the comic were based on her daily life with Doctor Cheng, though the character settings and plot sometimes differed significantly from reality.

Therefore, Xiang Yuan had long made up her mind about her online comic serialization—

Cheng Zhinan must never find out.

Xiang Ming was her loyal fan and had promised not to tell her brother-in-law, protecting her older sister’s little secret.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yuan opened Weibo to check.

Sure enough, the moment she opened the app, she was greeted with 99+ notifications urging her to update.

Xiang Yuan quickly logged off. Fortunately, the restaurant food arrived soon after, finally silencing Xiang Ming’s demands for updates.

After seeing Xiang Ming off, the house finally felt much cleaner and tidier.

Xiang Yuan had planned to maintain her current state over the next few days, focusing on staying home and waiting for Cheng Zhinan to return.

A message came through from her close friend, saying she wanted to meet up to discuss Xiang Ming’s job situation.

Sunday.

Xiang Yuan got ready and headed to the agreed-upon restaurant.

Her friend was very considerate of Xiang Yuan’s feelings. After understanding the basic situation, she suggested that Xiang Ming could give it a try at her place.

After discussing work matters, the two chatted about daily life.

Seeing Xiang Yuan sitting across from her, wearing an elegant white designer dress, her curly hair sleek and refined, still looking every bit the little princess, her friend teased:

“You haven’t changed a bit since getting married, still so carefree.”

Xiang Yuan nodded: “My husband is often not home, so it’s not much different from before marriage.”

Her friend: “Is your husband very busy?”

Xiang Yuan sighed: “It’s alright. He just hasn’t been home for over half a month, but our relationship remains stable.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than her phone vibrated.

Xiang Yuan looked down.

Speak of the devil.

She had just deliberately mentioned him, and the next moment, he sent a message.

Cheng Zhinan: 【I’m back.】

Xiang Yuan put away her phone, elegantly picked up her clutch, bid farewell to her friend, and directly got into her car to drive home.

Half an hour later.

Xiang Yuan arrived home.

No one was in the living room. She guessed he was probably resting in the master bedroom.

Xiang Yuan set down her clutch and walked straight toward the bedroom.

She wasn’t wearing slippers, walking barefoot freely on the floor. Her toenails were translucent, and her steps made no sound, like a cunning cat.

“Creak—”

The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.

Before Xiang Yuan could ask anything, soon, the bathroom door opened from the inside.

A man wrapped in a white towel around his waist revealed well-defined eight-pack abs. Water droplets traced the lines of his chest muscles slowly, then disappeared into the depths of the towel.

At the same time, the scent of shower gel wafted over.

Xiang Yuan twitched her nose, recognizing the familiar fragrance.

This was Cheng Zhinan’s signature scent, a gift she had given him.

Originally, she had thought they might have a chance to use it together, but so far, that opportunity hadn’t arisen.

Still, the scent suited him well.

A faint lemon fragrance mixed with a sophisticated woody note made the freshly showered, dripping wet man before her exude the charm of a mature man.

Cheng Zhinan was indeed mature.

From his words and actions to his dressing style, he was a man of refined taste.

Otherwise, Xiang Yuan wouldn’t have fallen for him at first sight.

Leaning against the doorframe, she let her gaze sweep over him, careful not to be too obvious, merely curving the corners of her lips slightly as she naturally greeted him:

“You’re back.”

It sounded like the exchange between a not-so-close married couple.

In fact, the two of them really weren’t very familiar with each other.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was—

In broad daylight, this man was so blatantly tempting her, which was really somewhat excessive.

Perhaps sensing Xiang Yuan’s gaze, Cheng Zhinan turned slightly, retrieving a white towel from the bathroom to dry the water droplets from his hair.

As he turned, his Adonis belt became even more pronounced.

Xiang Yuan pressed her lips together, unconsciously swallowing at her throat.

The man’s voice was deep, carrying a hint of huskiness:

“I heard movement outside and guessed it must be you coming back.”

Xiang Yuan’s smile didn’t change, “I thought you wouldn’t be home until evening.”

Cheng Zhinan: “Mm, I came back a bit earlier. I was worried you’d be alone at home and—”

He stopped mid-sentence, cutting himself off abruptly.

Xiang Yuan grew intrigued. “Worried about what I might do home alone?” After saying this, she took a step forward.

Originally intending to tease him playfully, she hadn’t noticed the water droplets on the floor. Being barefoot, she slipped slightly, her body swaying unsteadily.

In an instant, the man in front of her wrapped an arm around her waist.

He was so close that the minty freshness of his breath brushed against her cheek.

Their bodies pressed together with virtually no gap between them.

Xiang Yuan met the man’s gaze, her eyelashes fluttering slowly. Whether it was due to the prolonged pause or the overly intimate posture, her fingertips tingled as if electrified, stiff and immobile.

The man’s dark bangs hung low, partially obscuring his deep, pitch-black eyes.

He seemed puzzled by Xiang Yuan’s expression, slightly furrowing his brows as he asked:

“What’s wrong?”

Xiang Yuan moistened her dry lips, sensing something unusual about him, and struggled to move her fingertips.

Like a trapped beast breaking free, it pressed against her fiercely.

Doctor Cheng was so energetic in broad daylight, completely unlike someone who’d just returned from a two-week business trip.