The Clingy Contract: My CEO Husband Won't Stop Spoiling Me

Outside, the mansion looks beautiful.

”Madam, Madam, Sir just left not long ago. He’s in a bad mood. You can talk things over slowly. Young couple, as long as you communicate well, it’ll be fine. Don’t do things like running away from home; it’s useless.”

She tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge from the inside.

She walked slowly along the wall, with the servants following her.

In a room upstairs, Zong Zheng sat in front of the computer, watching her silhouette.

She really wanted to leave; as soon as she came out, she started observing.

He should have known; how could Tang Tang, after recovering her memory, possibly like him?

If she liked him, she wouldn’t have repeatedly handed him over to others.

Tang Tang circled around and found that there was no way she could escape.

The walls were monitored in real time, and they were high, with glass shards on top—something commonly used for school walls, unexpectedly seen here.

So, is this her magnificent cage?

”I’m a bit hungry; Mrs. Zhang, can you make something to eat?” Tang Tang turned back and said politely.

”Madam is too kind, I’ll do it right away!”

Mrs. Zhang turned and left.

”Wait!”

Tang Tang suddenly stopped her, ”Will he come back?”

This, Sir didn’t mention just now.

”I don’t know.”

”Still, prepare some. Keep it warm; he likes it hot and fresh.” Tang Tang smiled and said, ”Go ahead! I’ll go back myself in a bit.”

”Madam, be careful not to catch a chill.”

Why is everyone worried she’ll catch a chill?

Her body isn’t that fragile.

But soon Mrs. Zhang returned, holding a shawl, ”It’s getting chilly.”

”Thank you.”

Mo Yan Country’s weather turns colder earlier than Southern Country’s.

She hasn’t contacted her parents for so long; she wonders how they’re doing.

Are they still waiting for her wedding news?

This marriage happened, but...

In the end, it turned out like this.

It’s really not what she wanted.

Tang Tang dined alone at night. After she finished eating and returned to her room, Mrs. Zhang brought Zong Zheng’s dinner upstairs.

”Sir, this is prepared on Madam’s instructions; please eat some.” Mrs. Zhang saw him resting his head tiredly, ”Sir, couples argue; it’s usually issues that pass. Don’t overthink it. Maybe having a child, once Madam has a baby, she surely won’t want to leave Sir.”

If it were the old Tang Tang, he could guarantee it; with the present Tang Tang, he really can’t.

Mrs. Zhang left, and Zong Zheng looked at the dinner before him. If only Tang Tang had made it herself.

He seems never to have eaten a dinner cooked by Tang Tang herself.

Does she even know how?

Zong Zheng picked up the chopsticks, ate a little, but soon lost his appetite.

——

Early morning.

Ye Gushen quietly got up, planning to change clothes outside, afraid of disturbing his little wife.

But as soon as he got up, his wife grabbed his wrist.

”Honey...”

At this moment, at half past five in the morning, to the habitually late-rising Sui Sui, it was almost the middle of the night.

”Wife, what’s wrong? Is your stomach hurting?” Ye Gushen instinctively touched her belly, ”Let me rub it for you.”

”No...” Tang Suiyu opened her sleepy eyes, ”I feel like my eyelid keeps twitching, as if something bad is going to happen.”

”Don’t overthink, you and the baby are fine.” It gave him a jolt; he thought something was wrong with her.

Ye Gushen tucked the blanket tightly around her, leaving just a little head exposed.

So cute.