Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

She tried her best not to look at the closed door to the VIP room behind the stage, where the investors' representatives rested and entered.

The process proceeded step by step: speeches from leaders, presentations from experts, project introductions…

Time seemed to stretch out, and every minute was agonizing.

Until the host announced it in an excited voice.

"Next, let's give a warm round of applause to Mr. Wei Zixian, representative of Deep Abyss Technology, a key participant and major investor in this 'Starlight Project,' to come to the stage and deliver a speech!"

applause.

Bian Zhizhi's breathing stopped.

She held her breath, her gaze uncontrollably fixed on the slowly opening side door.

A tall and imposing figure entered the venue, surrounded by a group of executives and assistants.

He wore a dark suit, stood tall, and walked with a steady gait.

Three years had worn away the last bit of youthful spirit in him, leaving only a cold and hard handsomeness.

He walked straight to the podium, and the air seemed to freeze wherever he went.

The sound of camera shutters clicking filled the air, mixed with hushed exclamations and whispers of surprise.

Bian Zhizhi sat there, the man in front of her was him, yet... he was so unfamiliar.

The stubborn boy in my memory is almost incomparable to the powerful business elite in front of me.

However, just as he stepped onto the podium, turned to face the audience, and adjusted the microphone height, his gaze passed over the throng of people below and landed on her face in the first row.

Bian Zhizhi lowered her eyes and stared at the tips of her shoes.

She could sense that gaze didn't immediately look away, as if it was scrutinizing her.

The speeches on stage began.

His speech revolved entirely around science, social responsibility, and innovation, demonstrating rigorous logic and a broad perspective, which drew frequent nods of approval from the audience.

Everything was perfect and flawless.

As his speech drew to a close, Wei Zixian paused, his gaze sweeping lightly over the audience once more.

This time, his gaze lingered briefly in Bian Zhizhi's direction, though he quickly looked away. But that momentary fixation sent chills down Bian Zhizhi's spine.

"Finally," he began.

"Given the unique concept and significant meaning of the 'Starlight Project,' which concerns the well-being of the mental health of countless young people in the future, Abyss Technology attaches great importance to it."

Therefore, I will personally serve as the project liaison, following up on the coordination and implementation of all key milestones to ensure optimal resource allocation and the perfect realization of the project's vision.

The applause rang out again.

Amidst the voices of praise, Bian Zhizhi sat quietly, feeling as if an invisible net was slowly tightening around her with those words.

The hunter gracefully entered the hunting grounds and announced the rules of the game.

Meanwhile, the prey had already unknowingly stepped into the center of the net.

The signing ceremony was successfully completed in front of the media.

Representatives from both sides shook hands and posed for a group photo.

When Wei Zixian reached out his hand, Bian Zhizhi hesitated for half a second before stiffly raising her hand.

His palms were dry and warm, with just the right amount of pressure, and he touched her and then immediately separated, his manners impeccable.

But the instant their skin touched, Bian Zhizhi felt a slight electric current rush through her spine, making her almost want to shake them off immediately.

He looked at her, and the corners of his lips seemed to curve slightly, so quickly that it was almost an illusion.

Something flashed in the depths of those eyes, too fast to grasp, yet it made Bian Zhizhi's heart sink to the bottom.

During the Q&A session after the ceremony, Bian Zhizhi was almost impatient to escape this suffocating space.

She whispered a few words to her assistant, then lowered her head and quickly walked through the still-lingering crowd toward the relatively quiet private elevator.

The corridor was empty, and the sound of footsteps was clear.

She just wanted to leave as soon as possible, get back to her car, get back home, get back to that safe haven that could temporarily shield her from all of this.

The elevator doors were right in front of her. Her fingers trembled as she pressed the down button, silently chanting, "Faster, faster."

The metal door slid open slowly to both sides.

Bian Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief and took a step to walk inside.

Just then, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out from the side and firmly pressed against the elevator door frame, preventing the door from closing.

A familiar scent instantly enveloped her.

Bian Zhizhi stood frozen in place, not daring to look up.

Time seemed to stretch out.

The noise from the banquet hall in the distance became blurred, and only the sound of breathing could be clearly heard up close.

She slowly raised her head.

Wei Zixian stood beside her, his tall figure completely blocking the light from the elevator entrance and blocking all her way.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his deep eyes having long since lost all the composure and poise he displayed on stage, leaving only a dark and unfathomable depth.

Like the calm sea before a storm, it firmly held her panicked face.

His gaze traced her eyebrows and eyes, swept over her lips, and finally settled on her pupils filled with fear.

He moved forward half a step, getting dangerously close.

A warm breath brushed against her ear, the voice was low and deliberately slowed, each word clearly penetrating her ears:

"Sister, it's been a long time."

Bian Zhizhi's muscles tensed instantly, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

She didn't dare move, her gaze fixed stiffly on the metal door of the elevator, where the blurry outlines of two people were reflected.

He stood slightly behind her, leaning forward intimately as if whispering, thus sealing off all her escape routes.

"Mr. Wei," she heard her own hoarse voice, "please move aside."

The person behind her chuckled softly, but there was no joy in the laughter; instead, it felt like needles pricking her heart.

"President Wei?"

He repeated, his breath drawing closer, his warm breath almost touching her earlobe, "Three years apart, and you've forgotten how to call me by my full name?"

Bian Zhizhi suddenly turned around, trying to create some distance, but her back slammed heavily against the elevator wall.

There is nowhere to escape.

She finally looked up at him.

The face so close to you is clearer and more imposing than the one on stage.

With deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and a taut jawline, it was a familiar profile from three years ago, yet it felt strangely unfamiliar.

That blend of youthful energy and melancholy disappeared, replaced by a cold, hard handsomeness.

"We are currently only in a project collaboration relationship."

She forced herself to keep her voice steady, her nails digging into her palms, "Mr. Wei, please keep your distance."

"A cooperative relationship?"

Wei Zixian looked at her, examining her inch by inch.

"Sister, when you blocked all contact methods and disappeared from my world without saying a word back then, did you ever imagine that we would meet again in this kind of 'relationship'?"

Bian Zhizhi felt a tightness in her chest, and the suffocating feeling that had surged up in the past almost returned.

"That was you..." Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "You forced me to do it."

"Did I force you?"

He took another half step forward, compressing the already limited space between them.