Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

He didn't touch her, but his aura had already formed a cage around her. "What did I force you to do? Force you to stay by my side? Force you to watch over me?" Each word seemed to be ground out from between his teeth. "Or did I force you... to admit that your feelings for me were never just pity?"

Bian Zhizhi's face turned deathly pale.

"The elevator is coming up." She turned her head to avoid his burning gaze, her voice hoarse, "Please move aside."

Wei Zixian didn't move.

He watched her profile as it trembled slightly, his eyes as dark as the sea before a storm.

"Tomorrow at 10:00 AM, the first technical matchmaking meeting will be held at the Yantong branch of 'Miguang Technology'."

He suddenly spoke, his tone returning to its usual businesslike, emotionless manner, "You are the core creative force of the project, you must be present."

Bian Zhizhi suddenly turned around: "What if I don't go?"

"You won't." He tugged at the corner of his mouth, the smile devoid of warmth.

"The 'Little Tree Hole' is your lifeline, and the national-level project is its chance to take off. Teacher Bian, you know how to prioritize."

He knows her too well.

Understand her weaknesses, her responsibilities, and what she cannot give up.

Bian Zhizhi's heart sank lower and lower, as if falling into a cold, deep well.

"Don't even think about escaping, sister."

He finished speaking in a deep voice, each word striking her eardrums with a heavy impact.

"You escaped once, at the cost of your father's successful surgery and three years of peace for your family. Next time, what will the price be? Do you want to try?"

The moment the words were spoken, another elevator arrived with a "ding" and the doors slowly opened.

Wei Zixian finally stepped back half a step, clearing the way.

He even politely gestured for her to leave, as if the threat he had just made was merely her imagination.

Bian Zhizhi almost staggered as she rushed into the empty elevator and frantically pressed the close button.

As the metal door closed for the last moment, she saw through the crack that he was still standing there, one hand in his trouser pocket, his gaze calmly fixed on her until the door completely blocked her view.

The elevator is going down.

Bian Zhizhi leaned against the side wall and realized that her legs were incredibly weak and her back was ice cold.

She raised her hand and pressed it to her chest, where a tightness and pressure felt in her chest.

Fear, anger, and something else she was suppressing like molten lava churning inside her chest.

He was right.

She couldn't escape.

At the very least, we can't run away now.

*

The Yantong branch of "Miguang Technology" is located on the top floor of the most expensive office building in the new district. A full-length glass wall overlooks the emerging urban skyline of Yantong.

When Bian Zhizhi and her assistant Xiaolu entered the conference room, several people were already seated inside.

Besides the "Seeking Light" technical team, Wei Zixian sat at the head of the long table, with Lu Fangchi next to him.

When Lu Fangchi saw her, his gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he gave her a fairly polite smile: "Miss Bian, we meet again."

Bian Zhizhi nodded, sat down in the reserved guest seat, and forced herself to focus on the project materials in front of her.

The meeting began.

The first half went exceptionally smoothly, even to an uncanny degree.

The technical lead of "Seeking Light" explained the architecture of the virtual healing garden in detail.

Wei Zixian rarely spoke, only occasionally adding a word or two at crucial moments. His gaze mostly remained on the tablet in front of him, or would inadvertently sweep over her.

Bian Zhizhi remained on edge throughout, but her professionalism allowed her to maintain a semblance of composure.

Halfway through the meeting, Wei Zixian turned the tablet screen towards the audience.

"This is the initial model of an emotional feedback system," he said.

"The biggest challenge at present is that the triggering and guidance of emotions in virtual scenarios requires calibration by an emotional core. Algorithms can learn patterns, but they cannot create empathy."

He raised his eyes, his gaze falling directly on Bian Zhizhi's face.

"As the creative source of the entire Healing Garden, Teacher Bian is also the person who best understands the emotional logic within it. This core calibration work cannot be done without you."

Bian Zhizhi's heart sank: "What does President Wei mean?"

"You need to personally participate in in-depth joint debugging."

Wei Zixian leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table with his fingers interlaced.

"It will be conducted in our main laboratory."

It has the nation's most advanced holographic sensing and physiological monitoring equipment, and the environment is absolutely quiet and undisturbed.

To ensure project progress and final results.

"Starting tomorrow, for the next week, you will need to set aside three hours each afternoon to go to the lab to assist."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Little Deer couldn't help but speak softly.

"Mr. Wei, isn't this too strenuous? Sister Zhizhi has other matters to attend to at the studio..."

"So it's three hours a day, not all day."

Wei Zixian interrupted her, his tone calm but carrying an invisible pressure.

"The 'Starlight Project' is a key national project with a very tight timeline."

The emotional feedback system is absolutely crucial; if calibration cannot be completed on schedule, the entire project will be delayed.

Who will bear this responsibility?

His gaze swept over the deer, finally settling on Bian Zhizhi's face: "Teacher Bian, what do you think?"

Bian Zhizhi gripped the pen so tightly that her knuckles bulged.

She looked at Wei Zixian, whose face showed no extra expression. He was businesslike, his reasons were sound, and he was even completely on the side of the project.

This is a conspiracy.

It is aboveboard and beyond reproach, leaving no room for rebuttal.

If she refuses, it would mean she's disregarding the overall project and is being willful and irresponsible.

What will the rest of the team think?

What about the children who are eagerly awaiting the results?

"I..." she heard her own dry voice, "I need to coordinate the studio's hours."

"Okay." Wei Zixian nodded, as if he had just solved a common technical obstacle.

"My assistant will coordinate the specific time with you. I'll send you the lab address later."

He turned to the technical lead, "Let's move on to the next topic."

In the latter half of the meeting, Bian Zhizhi barely listened to anything.

After the meeting, she hurriedly packed her things to leave, but Lu Fangchi came over.

"Miss Bian," he said in a relatively friendly tone, "would you like to chat for a bit?"

The two walked to the rest area outside the conference room.

Lu Fangchi handed her a bottle of water, but Bian Zhizhi didn't take it.

"What is Mr. Lu trying to say?"

Lu Fangchi turned on the tap and took a sip of water. Seeing her wary expression, he smiled.

"Don't be so nervous. I just wanted to remind you of something."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Zixian... he's changed a lot in these three years, yet he hasn't changed at all."

Bian Zhizhi pursed her lips and remained silent.

"He worked incredibly hard to build 'Abyss' to its current size, he was extremely ruthless with himself."

Lu Fangchi looked out the window.

"We all thought he had moved on. Until he decided to come to Yantong, until he saw the information about 'Little Tree Hole'."

He turned back and looked directly at Bian Zhizhi.

"He's never truly let you go. Now that he's back like this, do you think he'll give up easily?"