Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Night had completely fallen.

The streetlights along the roadside lit up one by one, casting a warm glow behind Changxi Pavilion.

He stood there in the light, neither dodging nor forcing, but quietly waiting for her response.

Bian Zhizhi's mind went blank for a moment.

She had thought that Chang Xiting might have feelings for her, but she never expected him to confess his feelings so solemnly.

Every word he said echoed in her heart.

She recalled every appearance of Chang Xiting over the past few months.

He was always there when she needed him, always just right, and never overstepped his bounds.

He gave her space and respect.

And what about the other side?

It was Wei Zixian's whirlwind love, the kind of obsession that almost devoured a person, the countless suffocating nights and the ever-unpredictable loss of control.

"Xiting, thank you for your sincerity. I may not be able to give you a definite answer right now. I'm still adjusting to my own situation."

She paused:

"But if you'd like, we can... try to get to know each other better. Let's start as friends and take it slow."

Chang Xiting smiled, as if she had expected this answer, "Okay."

He nodded. "Take your time. I'm not in a rush."

He opened the car door, and before getting in, he looked back at her again.

"Then... can I ask you out for dinner next week? Consider it a farewell dinner, and also a first step in us trying to get to know each other?"

Bian Zhizhi smiled and said, "Okay."

Even after the car had driven away, Bian Zhizhi was still standing under the streetlight.

This was not an impulsive decision, but a well-considered choice.

She chose the person who made her feel safe and with whom she could take things slowly.

We chose to look forward instead of being trapped in the past.

at the same time.

The tablet screen in front of Wei Zixian was lit up, displaying the latest updates from the official Little Tree Hole account.

Photos of parent-child activities, children's smiling faces, and a small branch in the corner.

She smiled very gently.

That was a smile he hadn't seen in a long time.

A new notification popped up at the top of the screen: "Chang Xiting, founding partner of Heritage, has confirmed that he will be going to France for further studies. He may announce a major personal plan before his departure..."

Wei Zixian turned off the tablet.

He leaned back in his chair, many images flashing through his mind.

He knew he had lost everything.

It wasn't from the moment she called the police, nor from the moment she blocked all his contact methods, nor even from the moment she chose to get into Chang Xiting's car.

Rather, the ending was already predetermined from much earlier, from the first time he loved her in the wrong way.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Lu Fangchi: "Chang Xiting is going abroad. How are you doing after what happened that day?"

Wei Zixian stared at the message but didn't reply for a long time.

Finally, he typed a line:

"This is what I deserve."

Click send.

Then he stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window lies the boundless night and the city's ever-burning lights.

He once thought that as long as he was powerful enough, he could get everything he wanted.

I only realize now that the harder you try to lose something, the faster you lose it.

For example, light.

Like her.

*

In mid-June, the summer heat gradually intensifies in Yantong.

In the Little Tree Hole Studio, Bian Zhizhi was doing her final checks on the documents she needed to bring to Suzhou tomorrow.

On the desk lay a printed copy of the presentation slides, covered with dense annotations in red pen.

"Sister Zhizhi, Mr. Chang has arrived." Assistant Xiaolu knocked on the door and came in.

Bian Zhizhi looked up and saw Chang Xiting standing at the door.

He was wearing a light blue linen shirt today, with the cuffs casually rolled up to his elbows, and carrying a brown paper bag in his hand.

"Did I disturb you?" Chang Xiting walked in with a smile.

"No, everything's almost ready." Bian Zhizhi tidied up the documents on the table. "What brings you here?"

"I brought you something." Chang Xiting placed the paper bag on the table. "You have an early flight tomorrow morning, and I bet you'll be working overtime tonight to prepare, so you probably won't have time to eat. This is shrimp wontons, eat it while it's hot."

Bian Zhizhi was stunned for a moment.

She really hadn't had dinner yet.

"Thank you." She took the paper bag, the warmth of the fabric transferring to her palm. "Have you eaten?"

"I've already eaten." Chang Xiting sat down in the chair opposite her, his gaze falling on her PowerPoint presentation. "Still revising it?"

"I just don't feel like it's good enough." Bian Zhizhi rubbed her temples. "This forum is full of top figures in the industry, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Chang Xiting interrupted her, his tone still gentle, making her feel perfectly at ease.

"Zhizhi, your practical experience is unique. The number of children that Little Tree Hole has helped in the past three years is the best proof of that."

Theory can be learned, but real-world cases and results are something no expert can provide.

His words always have a power.

Bian Zhizhi looked at him and suddenly remembered his confession under the streetlights a while ago.

Chang Xiting is indeed fulfilling this promise.

He maintained a perfect distance, approaching at a leisurely pace.

I would meet her for dinner once or twice a week, sometimes to discuss work, and sometimes simply to share the books I had recently read or the exhibitions I had seen.

He would remember her casually mentioned preferences, bring her a late-night snack when she worked overtime, and offer ideas when she encountered professional problems without overstepping his bounds.

This feeling of being respected, like hot spring water, slowly soothed her heart, which had been parched and cracked by the past.

"By the way, the accommodations are all arranged." Chang Xiting pulled up the booking information on her phone. "I booked two adjacent single rooms at the hotel designated by the forum. Here are the room numbers."

He turned his phone screen towards her.

Bian Zhizhi glanced at it and nodded: "Okay."

"I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow morning." Chang Xiting stood up. "Eat early and get some rest, don't stay up too late."

"Okay." Bian Zhizhi saw him to the door.

Chang Xiting walked to the top of the stairs, then turned back: "Zhizhi, relax. You're already excellent."

His smile, under the warm yellow light of the corridor, was clean and comforting.

Bian Zhizhi stood there until his footsteps disappeared in the stairwell before closing the door.

She returned to her desk and opened the paper bag.

The wontons were still steaming, and the soup was sprinkled with finely chopped scallions and seaweed.

She scooped one up and put it in her mouth, the delicious flavor melting on her tongue.

As night deepened outside the window, the city lights gradually came on.

After finishing her wontons, Bian Zhizhi sat back down in front of her computer.

This time, she felt much calmer.

*

Wei Zixian stood in front of the French windows in the study, holding a glass of ice water in his hand.

The phone screen was lit up, displaying the official account page of Little Tree Hole Studio.

The latest update, posted three hours ago, is a series of photos of children playing in a secret garden.

The caption reads: "Getting ready to head to Suzhou to attend the National Art Therapy Forum! Looking forward to exchanging ideas and learning with fellow practitioners, and bringing better concepts back to the children of Little Tree Hole~"

The accompanying picture includes a side profile of Bian Zhizhi.

She squatted down next to a child, instructing him on how to shape the clay in his hands.

Wei Zixian stared at the photo for a long time until the screen automatically went dark.

He tilted his head back and drank the ice water in his glass. The coolness slid down his throat to his stomach, but it couldn't suppress the burning pain in his heart.