Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

A few days later, Chang Xiting came to see her.

"The final agenda for the Suzhou forum is out." He handed her a document. "Your presentation is scheduled for the next morning, forty minutes. If needed, I can help you prepare the PowerPoint presentation."

Bian Zhizhi took the document and flipped through it: "Thank you, I can manage by myself."

"Okay." Chang Xiting paused.

"There's one more thing. After the forum, there's an intangible cultural heritage handicraft exhibition in Suzhou, which is quite interesting. If you have time, we can stay an extra day to go and take a look."

Bian Zhizhi looked up at him.

Chang Xiting stood there, wearing a light gray knitted sweater, exuding a gentle and refined air.

He was genuinely inviting her.

Bian Zhizhi was silent for a few seconds, then she nodded.

"Great! If we stay an extra day, we can also visit the art museum in Suzhou. I heard they have a nice children's art exhibition going on recently."

Chang Xiting's eyes lit up: "Then it's settled. I'll arrange the itinerary."

After he left, Bian Zhizhi sat back down at her desk.

The sunlight outside the window gradually slanted westward, bathing the room in a warm orange-yellow hue.

Wei Zixian's public apology caused ripples that lasted for a long time.

The discussions within the industry never ceased, but Bian Zhizhi chose to remain completely silent.

She did not respond, explain, or participate in any discussion.

All work-related communications are conducted through official channels, and all private communications are blocked.

Under her management, Little Tree Hole experienced a period of rapid development.

With ample funding and technical support, the community arts festival was a great success and received extensive coverage from local media.

Following this, the Municipal Youth Development Center proactively sought cooperation, hoping that Little Tree Hole could provide an art therapy module for their psychological counseling program.

Chang Xiting was a great help in this.

He used his connections in the cultural world to introduce many resources to Xiaoshudong.

More importantly, he always appears when Bian Zhizhi needs him, providing just the right amount of support in a way that doesn't put pressure on her.

For example, after that rumor storm, he took Bian Zhizhi to see a senior psychological counselor he knew.

"It's not that you have any problems," he explained earnestly before going.

"Going through all this, having a professional help sort out your emotions would make things much easier. Think of it as...a regular mental health checkup?"

Bian Zhizhi has gone.

The consultant was a woman in her fifties.

She didn't press for specific details, but instead guided Bian Zhizhi to talk about her recent feelings, her work, and her thoughts on the future.

After several consultations, Bian Zhizhi did feel a bit more relaxed.

Those things buried deep in my heart have found a safe outlet.

After the consultation, Chang Xiting would always wait for her downstairs.

Sometimes I bring a cup of hot tea, sometimes a small box of snacks.

They would take a walk in the nearby park or find a quiet café to sit in.

We talked about a wide range of topics, including art, travel, books, and occasionally childhood anecdotes.

Bian Zhizhi found that she felt very comfortable with Chang Xiting.

He wouldn't deliberately pry into her past, nor would he look at her with that pitying "I understand you" gaze.

One Friday in June, Little Tree Hole hosted a special parent-child activity.

With the teacher's guidance, the children spent a month transforming a small corner on the second floor of the studio into a secret garden.

On the day of the event, parents were blindfolded and led into the secret garden.

Many mothers teared up the moment the blindfolds were removed.

Bian Zhizhi stood in the corner, watching the children excitedly introduce their works and the parents hugging their children with emotion, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

That's the meaning behind her persistence.

"Great idea."

Chang Xiting walked up to her at some point, holding a camera in his hand.

"May I take some photos? I'd like to post them on the foundation's account for other partner organizations to reference."

"Of course," Bian Zhizhi said with a smile.

"Thank you for your suggestion; the children especially loved the design of that paper castle."

"I only suggested an idea; it was you guys who actually made it happen." Chang Xiting raised her camera, took a few pictures, and then turned to look at her. "Zhizhi, you did a really good job."

His gaze was sincere, filled with undisguised admiration.

Bian Zhizhi suddenly felt a little embarrassed and looked away: "It's the result of the team's joint efforts."

The event lasted until 4 p.m.

Parents gradually left with their children, and the studio slowly quieted down.

Bian Zhizhi and the teachers cleaned up the venue together, and Chang Xiting also helped move things.

By the time everything was sorted out, it was almost dark.

"Thank you all for your hard work," Bian Zhizhi said to the teachers. "Have a good rest this weekend, see you on Monday."

After the teachers left, only she and Chang Xiting remained in the studio.

"I should go too." Chang Xiting picked up her coat. "I have an online meeting tonight."

"I'll walk you downstairs."

The two went downstairs together.

When Chang Xiting reached the car, he did not get in immediately.

He turned around, looked at Bian Zhizhi, and his expression suddenly became somewhat solemn.

"Zhizhi, there's something... I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I think I should tell you."

Bian Zhizhi's heart skipped a beat: "What is it?"

Chang Xiting took a deep breath.

"Next month, I might be going to France for three months. There's an advanced training program in international cultural and arts management in Paris that I applied for a long time, and I just received the acceptance letter last week."

Bian Zhizhi paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's great news, congratulations!"

"Thank you." Chang Xiting looked at her, "But what I'm worried about is... these next three months, we might not be able to see each other as often as we do now."

He paused for a moment: "Moreover, my life plans may be adjusted after I return from France."

I will likely focus more of my energy on international cultural exchange projects, which will require frequent travel abroad.

A cool breeze blew by in the evening.

Bian Zhizhi pulled her coat tighter and didn't say anything.

Chang Xiting continued, "So I think there are some things I should say before I leave. Otherwise... I might never have the chance again."

He took a step forward, closing the distance but remaining within a comfortable range.

"Zhizhi, I haven't known you for very long, but in the past few months, I've seen a resilient, gentle, idealistic, and capable woman. I admire you greatly, and you also deeply move me."

He pronounced each word very clearly:

"I know you still have unresolved issues and unresolved emotions. I don't need you to give me answers immediately, nor do I want to put any pressure on you."

"I just wanted to tell you how I feel, and then ask one question—"

He looked at her:

"If I'm willing to wait, willing to walk with you slowly to untangle those knots... would you give me a chance to stand by your side?"