Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

But some things have changed after all.

For example, when Wei Zixian occasionally glanced at her, his gaze was still deep, but it lacked that aggressive and intimidating quality; it was more like observation.

Bian Zhizhi took in all these changes, but dared not delve into them, and could only tighten her defenses even more.

In mid-May, a community-integrated arts project undertaken by Little Tree Hole encountered unexpected technical difficulties.

The project is in its mid-to-late stages, but it's stuck on the core interaction algorithm.

Existing open-source solutions cannot meet the real-time feedback requirements in complex scenarios.

"Sister Zhizhi, Teacher Chen has replied." Assistant Xiaolu held the tablet, her brows furrowed.

"He contacted several friends in university labs, and they all said that the requirement was too specific and it would be difficult to make a customized solution in a short period of time."

Bian Zhizhi stood in the small conference room on the second floor of the studio. The whiteboard in front of her was filled with technical difficulties and alternative solutions, but each one was followed by a big question mark.

With limited funds, the project cannot be delayed indefinitely.

If a solution cannot be found within two weeks, not only will the initial investment be wasted, but more importantly, the children and parents who are full of expectations will be disappointed.

"Is there anyone else I can ask?" Bian Zhizhi rubbed her temples.

"I also had my dad's company's tech team take a look."

Su Wan pushed open the door and came in, her expression equally solemn.

"They said they could try, but it would take at least three months to redevelop the underlying architecture, and the quote... was five times our budget."

"Three months is too long," Bian Zhizhi shook her head. "Besides, we don't have that much money."

Silence fell over the meeting room.

Just then, Bian Zhizhi's phone vibrated.

It's a new email notification; the sender is listed as "Miguang Technology, Technical Support Department".

She clicked on it.

The email included a detailed solution document and a temporary technology licensing agreement.

The document analyzes the technical bottlenecks currently encountered by the "Little Tree Hole" project and proposes two solutions.

One approach is a short-term algorithm optimization solution that can be deployed within three days, ensuring the project progresses on schedule.

The other option is a long-term customized development plan. Miguang is willing to provide technical support at cost price and allow "Little Tree Hole" to use the relevant patents for free for the next three years.

The last line of the email reads:

"This solution is technical assistance under the 'Starlight Project' cooperation framework and requires no additional fees. For further communication, please contact Mr. Wei or the technical team."

Bian Zhizhi stared at the screen, remaining silent for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

Su Wan noticed her unusual behavior, leaned closer to look, and then gasped.

"Seeking Light? How did they know we were in trouble?"

"I don't know." Bian Zhizhi's voice was a little hoarse.

"But their solution...perfectly matches our needs."

"What a coincidence." Su Wan frowned.

Bian Zhizhi, of course, knew the deeper meaning behind this coincidence.

It was as if he had long anticipated that she would encounter difficulties and had already prepared a solution, waiting only for her to be at her wit's end before gently handing it over.

"Should we ask Mr. Chang?" Xiao Lu suggested softly.

"He is the founding partner of 'Heritage' and a true expert in integrating high-end cultural projects. He even asked us about the progress of this project during a casual chat before."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the conference room door.

Chang Xiting stood at the door, holding a document in his hand, wearing a well-tailored light gray suit, exuding a gentle and refined temperament.

"Sorry to bother you."

He came in and placed the documents on the table.

"I just came back from the Municipal Cultural and Art Foundation."

They reviewed our needs and indicated they could provide some financial support, but regarding the technical challenges... there simply wasn't enough time. It would take at least two months.

He looked at Bian Zhizhi with a sincere gaze.

"Zhizhi, I've done my best. But this matter probably requires the involvement of a more professional team with more resources."

Chang Xiting's attitude was frank.

He neither boasted nor concealed his powerlessness; he simply stated the truth about the current situation.

This candor precisely demonstrates the value and "timeliness" of the solution proposed by Seeking Light.

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, she looked at Su Wan and Chang Xiting: "I need some time to make a decision."

*

That afternoon, Bian Zhizhi did not go to the laboratory.

She emailed Wei Zixian's assistant, informing him that she needed to take a day off due to an urgent matter at the studio.

The email was quickly replied to: "Received. Mr. Wei said to contact us anytime if any assistance is needed."

Bian Zhizhi stared at that line of text for a long time before finally closing her email.

She stayed in the studio alone until late at night, repeatedly studying the technical documents sent by Miguang, comparing them with the university solutions brought back by Chang Xiting, and even asking Su Wan to help find a third-party technical consultant for evaluation.

The conclusions are consistent: the solution proposed by Seeking Light is currently the optimal solution, and it can even be said to be the only way to solve the problem within the time limit.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Bian Zhizhi finally dialed Wei Zixian's number.

It rang three times before the other end answered.

"Feed." His voice came through the receiver; the background was quiet.

"Mr. Wei, I'd like to discuss the technical assistance plan your company sent with you."

"Okay," he replied quickly. "Go on."

"First of all, thank you for your professional support. I've reviewed the solution, and it does indeed solve our current problem."

"Um."

"Secondly, I'd like to confirm whether a supplementary agreement needs to be signed? Are there any other additional conditions?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Wei Zixian spoke up: "The plan is within the framework of cooperation and does not require supplementary agreements. But there is one condition."

Bian Zhizhi's heart jumped: "What are the conditions?"

"Starting next week, I need you to set aside half a day each week to give me a face-to-face report on the overall progress of the 'Little Tree Hole' and Seeking Light collaboration project."

He paused for a moment, then said, "It's not about technical details, it's about strategic direction and outcome assessment. As the main investor, I have the right to know the overall progress of the project."

The reasons are reasonable and can even be considered the legitimate rights of the investors.

But Bian Zhizhi knew that this was just an appearance.

"What if I don't accept?" she asked softly.

"That technical assistance is still effective." Wei Zixian's voice was devoid of emotion.

"But Teacher Bian, you should know that any cooperation needs to be based on mutual trust and effective communication."

If even the most basic progress reports cannot be given in person, I would doubt whether Little Tree Hole truly intends to deeply integrate with Seeking Light and jointly advance this national-level project.

He added, "Of course, the choice is yours."

He gave her a choice, but laid out the pros and cons of each path in front of her.

Acceptance means spending time alone with him every week, which means the defenses may weaken further.

She simply didn't have the confidence to refuse.

"Okay," she heard herself say, "I accept. But there's one condition."

"you say."

All work communication, including progress reports, must be scheduled in advance via formal email, and both parties' assistants must be present to take notes.

I hope to avoid private contact and communication outside of work hours.

A sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"Okay," Wei Zixian agreed readily. "Then it'll be as you said. Assistant present, appointment by email, working hours. Zhizhi, I respect your boundaries."

His tone was so frank that it made Bian Zhizhi's prepared words get stuck in her throat.

"That's settled then," she said hastily, and hung up the phone.