Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

In the reception room, Wei Yanqiu sat alone on a chair by the window.

Three years have passed, and she doesn't look much different.

Upon seeing Bian Zhizhi enter, she immediately stood up, her hands unconsciously clasped together in front of her.

"Miss Bian." Her voice was visibly tense.

"President Wei," Bian Zhizhi sat down opposite her, "you're here about the project?"

The two faced each other, and it was hard to say who was more nervous at that moment.

Wei Yanqiu shook his head, then nodded, and finally said with a wry smile, "Sort of, but not entirely."

She went over her words in her mind to make sure they were perfect before she spoke.

"I'm here to apologize. For what I did three years ago, and for the harm my brother caused you."

Bian Zhizhi looked at her silently, a strange emotion stirring within her.

"I know it's too late to say this now, and it may not change anything."

Wei Yanqiu took a document out of his bag and pushed it in front of Bian Zhizhi.

"This is a five-year donation intention letter from the 'Starlight Project,' a charitable foundation under the Hengyuan Group."

It's not compensation, but simply my recognition and support for the work done by Little Tree Hole.

The donated funds are managed entirely independently by the foundation and are not subject to interference from anyone.

Bian Zhizhi didn't touch the document; what had happened before had frightened her.

She was afraid of Wei Yanqiu. She had threatened her with her parents before, and now she was afraid that she would use those same things to pressure her.

She didn't want to go back to that oppressive time.

Wei Zixian's suffocating love and Wei Yanqiu's oppressive threats were all things she could no longer bear.

She didn't know whether Wei Yanqiu's purpose in coming here was to ask her to start treating Wei Zixian again, or to ask for her forgiveness.

If she had to choose, Bian Zhizhi would prefer the latter.

"Mr. Wei, if this is to gain my forgiveness or to ease tensions with your brother, I think it's unnecessary."

She said calmly.

"Mr. Wei Zixian and I are currently only in a project collaboration relationship. I have let go of the past."

"Have you really let go?" Wei Yanqiu looked at her with a complicated expression. "Zhizhi, can I call you Zhizhi?"

As your older sister, I know how deep Zixian's obsession with you is.

I also know that his current approach is still problematic.

She sighed.

"Over the past three years, I've watched him crawl back from the brink of death. He thought he had become the person you wanted him to be, but at his core, he was still that stubborn child."

Now, however, he has learned to be paranoid in a more respectable way.

Bian Zhizhi's fingers curled slightly.

"So what did you come here to remind me of?"

"What I'm trying to tell you is that if one day you feel you can't take it anymore, you can withdraw from the partnership at any time."

Wei Yanqiu spoke sincerely, "Hengyuan Group will bear all the liabilities for breach of contract, and Xiaoshudong will not suffer any losses."

This is the last constraint I can place on him as his older sister, and also the smallest apology I can offer you.

Bian Zhizhi looked at the woman in front of her.

The arrogant eldest daughter of the Wei family who used checks and jewelry to make her leave three years ago now only has pleading in her eyes.

"I accept your apology," she finally said.

"But I will continue the collaboration. Little Tree Hole needs this project, and the children need it. As for my relationship with Mr. Wei Zixian... it's just a collaboration."

After Wei Yanqiu left, Bian Zhizhi sat in the reception room for a long time.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Chang Xiting: "Do you need me to come over?"

She replied, "No need, I'll be right back."

After typing those words, she suddenly had a premonition that her peaceful days were probably coming to an end.

My premonition came true a week later.

That afternoon, Bian Zhizhi finished work and went home. As soon as she got to the bottom of her building, she saw several people in moving company uniforms unloading furniture from a truck.

She didn't pay much attention until she saw the familiar black walnut bookshelf, which was exactly the same as the one in Wei Zixian's study.

Her steps froze on the spot.

"Ms. Bian, are you off work?" A gentle male voice came from the side.

Bian Zhizhi turned her head sharply and saw Butler Li standing at the top of the stairs with his usual respectful smile on his face.

Behind him, two workers were carrying a picture frame wrapped in a dust cloth upstairs.

"Butler Li?" Bian Zhizhi asked, "What's going on here...?"

"Young Master bought a house here, and I'm here to help decorate it," Butler Li said casually. "We'll be neighbors from now on, so please take good care of us, Miss Bian."

Neighbor.

Bian Zhizhi looked up at the third floor.

The door to the house next door, which had been vacant for almost half a year, was wide open at that moment.

"How could... how could President Wei..."

"Young Master said this place is close to the laboratory of the Light Seeker, making it convenient for work."

Butler Li smiled and said, "Moreover, the environment is quiet and suitable for rest. Miss Bian, rest assured, the young master has instructed that your normal life will not be disturbed."

It won't bother you.

Bian Zhizhi almost laughed.

Wei Zixian becoming her neighbor was the biggest disturbance in itself.

That night, she couldn't sleep.

It was quiet on the other side of the wall; there wasn't a sound of anything being moved. But she knew he was there.

Separated by a wall.

In the days that followed, Wei Zixian indeed did not disturb them frequently, just as Butler Li had said.

But he is everywhere.

Even Bian Zhizhi's parents noticed this new man.

At first, they were simply amazed by the man's appearance, but also found it strange.

The man's aura clearly didn't belong here.

The longer it went on, the stranger it seemed to them.

At 7:30 in the morning, when Bian Zhizhi goes out, she will "bump into" Wei Zixian, who is also going out.

He was dressed in sportswear, as if he was going for a morning run, and nodded to her when he saw her, saying, "Good morning."

When she returned home in the evening, she would sometimes see him standing downstairs, as if waiting for someone.

When he sees her, he'll say, "Just got off work?"

On weekends, when she goes grocery shopping, she will "bump into" him in the fresh produce section, pushing his shopping cart.

He never initiates conversations, never oversteps boundaries, and even keeps his gaze within the bounds of politeness.

But these ubiquitous "chance encounters" are like a dense net, silently enveloping Bian Zhizhi's life.

The most suffocating thing is that she can't blame anyone.

On the surface, Wei Zixian's actions were impeccable.

"He did it on purpose!" Su Wan said angrily on the phone. "What kind of bullshit coincidence is this! Zhizhi, you can't go on like this, it's too terrible."

Bian Zhizhi knew this all too well. But what could she do?

move place?

Since Wei Zixian could buy the house next door, he could also buy the house near her next residence.

Call the police?

He did not engage in any harassment, so the police will not take his case.

She could only numb herself by keeping busy.

Until that rainy night.

A parent-child reading project in collaboration with the city library, Little Tree Hole, is entering its final testing phase, and Bian Zhizhi is working overtime until after 9 p.m.

When I came out of the studio, it was raining heavily.

Her car was parked across the street.

Bian Zhizhi opened her umbrella and quickly crossed the road.

Just as she opened the car door, got in, and turned the key...

The engine emitted a screeching sound and then stalled completely.

She tried several more times, but to no avail.

The rain was getting heavier, pattering against the car windows.

Bian Zhizhi glanced at her phone; the battery was only 15% remaining.

She first called a familiar repair shop, but they said that the rain was too heavy and the mechanic couldn't go out; the earliest he could leave would be tomorrow morning.

She called Su Wan again, but the phone rang for a long time without being answered.

Su Wan has an important family dinner tonight, and she's probably still entertaining guests.

The streets were deserted on a rainy night.