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

”Which floor?”

”Seventh.”

Not only was there no elevator, it was the seventh floor!

Although Liangliang had always grown up in very, very old buildings, even older than this, and was still living in one now.

But...

Song Mu was a big star, how could he also be living in a place like this?

Song Mu, however, looked completely used to it, walking up to the seventh floor without his face flushing or his breath quickening.

She, on the other hand, was already exhausted.

As soon as they reached the seventh floor, she leaned against the wall, panting.

”So tired, so tired...”

”You really need to work on your stamina.” Song Mu unlocked the door with his key.

”My stamina really is pretty average, I never really exercised when I was a kid.” Liangliang forced out a slight smile, her cheeks flushed.

Like this, she looked particularly tempting.

Even though it was an old complex, the furnishings inside were very luxurious, and modern.

As soon as she went in, she saw the huge painting on the wall.

A sunny, handsome boy, with his arm around a girl with two dimples.

The boy was Song Mu from back then, and the girl should be Tao Juran!

Hanging such a big painting in such a prominent place, Song Mu really did love that girl deeply.

With something like this, how could he possibly forget her.

”What would you like to drink?”

”Just plain water! Thanks.” Liangliang kept staring at that painting and sat down on the sofa.

With the TV taking up the whole wall under that huge painting, when Song Mu watched TV, did his gaze often drift, ending up on the girl above?

”As time goes by, the temptations in this industry are too many. Almost every day someone confesses to me—men, women, old, young. I’m really afraid that one day I won’t be able to resist, and also afraid that one day I’ll suddenly forget her.” Song Mu handed her a cup of warm water. ”Isn’t she really cute?”

”Mm...”

What she saw wasn’t how cute Tao Juran was, but how happy they were together when they laughed, how well they matched.

Song Mu sat on the sofa beside her, his eyes fixed on that painting. Suddenly he picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

The commercial on TV happened to be one he had shot, for sparkling water.

Liangliang took small sips of the warm water. ”Have you... given up?”

”More or less.” Song Mu’s voice was desolate. ”If she’s still alive and hasn’t come back for this long, then either she’s forgotten me, or she’s doing really well now and simply doesn’t want to come back.”

Either way, Tao Juran could no longer return to Song Mu’s side.

If she was still alive but had forgotten Song Mu, that would be too cruel.

Two people in love, separated for so long.

That in itself is something very cruel.

Liangliang had always felt that long-distance relationships were the cruelest kind of love.

In love but unable to meet, even a touch separated by thousands of miles.

It was too hard.

If she liked someone, she’d want to be with him, preferably seeing him every single day.

If he went on the occasional business trip, she would definitely feel awful.

But that kind of feeling, she hadn’t experienced yet; right now it was only something she imagined.

”This apartment used to be her home. After she disappeared, her parents passed away one after another, and I bought it.”

Liangliang suddenly sat up straighter. With how rich Song Mu was and yet living in a place like this, she really should have guessed earlier—she’d been too slow.

”It’s actually pretty nice living here. There are no paparazzi, and it’s very quiet. Outside there’s a big locust tree—when it flowers, it’s especially beautiful. There’s also an osmanthus tree. In autumn the light osmanthus scent drifts in, and you can even make osmanthus cake. She used to love eating that.”

Even though Song Mu said with his mouth that he’d more or less given up, that wasn’t what his heart thought at all.

Almost everything he said was related to Tao Juran; he probably didn’t even realize it himself.