Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

The technical assistance plan was quickly implemented.

Seeking Light dispatched a five-person technical team to the Little Tree Hole within three days.

The project resumed normal progress, and the children quickly got to use the new interactive installations, which received a warm response.

Bian Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief, but the weight on her heart hadn't lifted.

On Monday morning, as agreed, she and her assistant Xiaolu went to the Yantong branch of Miguang Technology for their first face-to-face progress report.

The meeting is scheduled for 10 o'clock.

They arrived on time, and the receptionist, having already been notified, led them directly to a small meeting room.

Wei Zixian was already waiting there.

He wore a light gray shirt today, without a tie, which made him look less formal than usual, but he still exuded a powerful aura.

His chief assistant was sitting next to him, organizing documents.

"President Wei." Bian Zhizhi sat down across from her at the conference table, and Xiao Lu opened her laptop next to her.

"Teacher Bian." Wei Zixian nodded, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before turning to his assistant, "Let's begin."

The report concluded 45 minutes later.

"Very good." Wei Zixian closed the folder in his hand. "The project is progressing better than expected. Miguang will continue to provide the necessary technical and resource support."

He looked up at Bian Zhizhi: "The next report will still be next Monday, the time remains the same. Any questions?"

"No." Bian Zhizhi stood up. "Then we'll take our leave."

"Wait a moment," Wei Zixian suddenly said.

Bian Zhizhi paused for a moment.

He took a folder from his assistant, stood up, walked over to her, and handed it to her.

"Here are some technical documents that may be used in the next phase. I'm giving them to you in advance. You can take a look when you have time."

Bian Zhizhi accepted it: "Thank you, President Wei."

"You're welcome. I'll see you out."

"Need not--"

"It's on my way." He interrupted her, already heading towards the door.

The branches on the side could only follow.

The three remained silent in the elevator.

The little deer stood in the far corner, trying its best to minimize its presence.

Upon arriving on the first floor, Wei Zixian escorted them to the entrance of the lobby.

"Be careful on the road," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Wei," Bian Zhizhi replied politely, then quickly left with Xiao Lu.

After walking several dozen meters, Xiao Lu whispered, "Sister Zhizhi, it seems that President Wei... really was just talking about work."

Bian Zhizhi did not answer.

In the following weeks, Wei Zixian began to frequently appear at the "Little Tree Hole" studio under the guise of "investor inspections".

Sometimes it's a surprise visit, accompanied by one or two assistants, to briefly check on the project progress, greet the children, and stay for no more than half an hour.

Sometimes it involves making an appointment in advance to listen to a special report on a specific sub-project.

He was always polite when he appeared, and would even leave the children with small gifts when he left.

The teachers and parents at the studio were initially a little nervous, but they gradually got used to the boss's occasional visits, and some of the more outgoing children would even greet him.

Wei Zixian gradually seeped into her life and work, making himself a part of her daily routine again.

Until one Friday evening.

After finishing her overtime work, Bian Zhizhi packed her things and went downstairs. She pushed open the glass door of her studio and immediately saw a black van parked on the side of the road.

Wei Zixian was leaning against the car door, making a phone call.

Several parents who were picking up their children late were passing by, curiously looking in this direction.

Bian Zhizhi stopped in her tracks.

Wei Zixian seemed to notice her gaze, hung up the phone, and turned to look at her.

Eyes facing each other.

He nodded to her, then opened the back door of the car and gestured for her to enter.

There was no prior appointment, no assistant present, and not even a single explanation.

Bian Zhizhi stood there, stunned for a moment.

She could turn around and leave, pretend she didn't see it, or call Su Wan to pick her up.

But the curious stares around her made her very uncomfortable.

If she just leaves like this, rumors about the "delicate relationship between the person in charge of Little Tree Hole and the investor boss" will spread throughout the community tomorrow.

She thought about it carefully again, and then walked over.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Wei?" She stopped in front of the car door, her voice very low.

"Let's talk on the bus."

Bian Zhizhi glanced at him, but ultimately bent down and sat down.

Wei Zixian got into the car from the other side and closed the door.

"Mr. Wei, I remember we agreed that all communications would need to be scheduled in advance and that an assistant would be present."

Bian Zhizhi stared straight ahead, her voice stiff.

"I know." Wei Zixian turned his head to look at her.

"But some things are not suitable to be said in an email, nor are they suitable to be said in the presence of a third person."

"If it's work."

"It's not work," he interrupted her. "It's a personal matter."

Bian Zhizhi's heart skipped a beat.

"There are no private matters between us."

She turned her head, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, word by word.

"President Wei, the relationship three years ago was a special product of specific circumstances."

Currently, we are only collaborating on a project. I hope you can maintain professional distance and respect my work and personal life.

Wei Zixian listened quietly, his face expressionless, but Bian Zhizhi noticed that his knuckles tightened slightly as he placed his hand on his knee.

A long silence fell over the car.

As the sun completely sank below the horizon, the streetlights gradually came on.

After a long while, Wei Zixian finally spoke:

"I understand your boundaries."

He turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on her:

"But my boundary is you."

Bian Zhizhi's breath hitched.

"Since three years ago, you have been the only coordinate in my world."

All my efforts and all the changes I've made are so that I can stand before you again and re-enter your life.

He leaned forward, closing the distance, his breath brushing against her cheek:

You can push me away, you can resist me, you can draw countless lines on me.

But Bian Zhizhi, as long as I breathe, you will always be within my boundaries. That's a fact you can't change.

Bian Zhizhi wanted to argue, to scold him, and to tell him to get lost.

But a sudden sour feeling stuck in her throat, making it hard for her to breathe, let alone make any sound.

"I came here today just to tell you this." Wei Zixian leaned back in his chair.

Bian Zhizhi sat there stiffly for a few seconds, then pushed open the car door and got out.

She didn't look back, but walked quickly away until she turned into another street, where she leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.

A cool breeze blew by in the evening.

Wei Zixian sat in the car, looking out the window at the direction she disappeared in. After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Fang Chi," he said wearily, "I think... I messed up again."

A sigh came from Lu Fangchi on the other end of the phone: "Did you pressure her again?"

"I was just telling the truth."

"The truth?" Lu Fangchi smiled bitterly. "Zixian, some truths are like knives when spoken. Have you forgotten why she left three years ago?"

Wei Zixian remained silent.

I know you want to get closer to her and want her to accept you again.

But you can't do it this way. You need to give her time and space, let her gradually lower her guard and get to know you again.

"I gave her time." Wei Zixian's voice was filled with suppressed pain. "Three years, more than a thousand days and nights. I waited every single day."

"Then you should keep waiting." Lu Fangchi's tone was unusually serious. "Wait until she's willing to approach you on her own, instead of being cornered by you."

Zixian, love is not about possession, it's about respect.

If you truly love her, you should learn to respect her pace, even if that pace is so slow it drives you crazy.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Zixian sat alone in the car for a long time.

Did he really... make a mistake again?