Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

He knew she was going to Suzhou tomorrow.

She also knew that Chang Xiting would go with her.

He cut off all information about her, like he was going through drug withdrawal.

He deleted his verified social media accounts, stopped having his assistant report any activity unrelated to the "Little Tree Hole," and even locked up the "old objects showroom."

But he couldn't completely forget.

Lu Fangchi is right. She is like a thorn, stuck too deep in my heart, impossible to pull out or let go.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Lu Fangchi: "Mr. Chen from Mingyuan Capital wants to play golf with you the day after tomorrow. He says he has a new project he'd like to discuss with you."

Wei Zixian replied with a single word: "Push."

"The other party is very sincere, and Mingyuan has extensive resources in the field of cultural investment."

"Not interested."

Lu Fangchi sent a sighing emoji: "Zixian, you can't keep going like this. The company needs new projects, and you need to step out of this situation."

Wei Zixian did not reply.

He put down his phone, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a thick photo album from the bottom shelf.

He opened it and found it completely blank. Three years ago, he tore up all the photos of her, leaving only this empty album.

He thought that once he found her, he would add a new photo.

The photo album is still empty.

It may always be empty.

A faint rumble of thunder came from outside the window; the first rain of the summer night was about to fall.

Wei Zixian closed the photo album and walked back to the window.

Raindrops began to patter against the glass, quickly forming a curtain of rain that blurred the world outside the window into a hazy halo.

He remembered that rainy night three years ago, when she lay on the bed with her back to him.

At that moment, he thought, "If only I could hold her like this forever."

But she still left.

Now, she's going to another city with another man.

The forum opened on June 20.

The mornings in Suzhou are cooler than in Yantong.

Bian Zhizhi and Chang Xiting arrived at the hotel at exactly nine o'clock in the morning.

Long queues had formed at the forum registration desk, with experts, scholars, and practitioners from all over the country gathering together.

"Are you nervous?" Chang Xiting asked her, turning his head to the side.

"A little," Bian Zhizhi honestly admitted, "Seeing so many seniors..."

"Don't treat them like seniors," Chang Xiting smiled. "Just treat it as a peer exchange. Besides," he lowered his voice, "I've heard that not many people at this forum have real practical experience; most are just theorists. You're the one who's here with real money."

Bian Zhizhi was amused by him: "How can you say that about experts?"

"Just telling the truth." Chang Xiting took the meeting materials bag from her. "Let's go, let's go to our room to put our luggage down first, then head to the venue. The opening ceremony starts at ten o'clock."

The hotel room was on the twelfth floor, and the two rooms were next to each other.

Bian Zhizhi opened the door to room 1208, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see the white walls and gray tiles of the old city of Suzhou.

She tidied herself up a bit and changed into a more formal outfit: a beige blazer paired with a matching skirt.

At 9:40, she knocked on the door of room 1209 next door.

Changxi Pavilion opened its doors quickly.

He had also changed his clothes; he was wearing a dark gray suit, no tie, and one button at the collar was undone.

"It suits you very well." He looked at her and praised her sincerely.

"You too," Bian Zhizhi said.

The two smiled at each other and walked towards the elevator together.

The opening ceremony was held in the hotel's largest banquet hall.

The venue, which can accommodate 500 people, was almost full. The front row was filled with academic luminaries and industry leaders, while the back row was filled with young practitioners like Bian Zhizhi.

Chang Xiting was seated in the first row. He was invited as the founding partner of "Evergreen Heritage" and a co-organizer of this forum.

Bian Zhizhi's seat was in the fifth row, and she was a regular attendee.

"I'll sit in the back with you," Chang Xiting said.

"No need," Bian Zhizhi shook her head. "Go to the front, that's your spot. I'll be fine."

Chang Xiting glanced at her, making sure she genuinely didn't mind, before nodding, "Okay. Shall we have lunch together?"

"Um."

The opening ceremony proceeded according to schedule.

Leaders' speeches, experts' presentations, industry report releases... Bian Zhizhi listened attentively and took notes.

She noticed that several speakers mentioned the name "Little Tree Hole".

Although it was only briefly mentioned, it was enough to show that the efforts of the past three years have truly been recognized.

The morning's agenda ended at noon.

As Bian Zhizhi was packing her things, Chang Xiting had already walked over from the front row.

"How is it?" he asked.

"I've learned a lot." Bian Zhizhi closed her notebook. "Especially Professor Li's report, which resolved several questions that had been bothering me for a long time."

"Professor Li is an old acquaintance of my mentor," Chang Xiting said. "I can introduce you to him during afternoon tea."

"Really?" Bian Zhizhi's eyes lit up. "Thank you so much."

"It was no trouble at all," Chang Xiting said with a smile. "Let's go eat first. I heard the buffet on the third floor of the hotel is pretty good."

During lunch, they ran into several acquaintances from Changxi Pavilion.

They were all seasoned figures in the cultural field, and they showed great interest in Bian Zhizhi and Xiaoshudong.

"Teacher Bian is young and promising," said a senior figure in the publishing industry. "My granddaughter took classes in your studio and has changed a lot. She used to be very introverted, but now she actively speaks up in class."

"It's because the child works very hard," Bian Zhizhi said modestly.

"Don't be modest," Chang Xiting said with a smile. "Old Wang has a very good eye for people; if he says it's good, it really is."

The meal was relaxed and enjoyable.

Bian Zhizhi discovered that Chang Xiting was adept at navigating social situations, able to take care of everyone's feelings without making her, a newcomer, feel neglected.

In the afternoon sub-forum, Bian Zhizhi chose the "Art Therapy for Children and Adolescents" session.

She sat in the third row, listening attentively to the presentations by the experts on stage.

When she heard about how a certain case was handled, she frowned slightly and jotted down her differing opinions in her notebook.

During the tea break, Chang Xiting indeed brought Professor Li over.

"Professor Li, this is Bian Zhizhi, whom I mentioned to you. She is the head of the Little Tree Hole Studio."

Professor Li is a woman in her sixties. She has a gentle demeanor, her eyes always seem to be smiling, and she has a refined and scholarly air.

She looked at Bian Zhizhi and spoke softly, "I've heard Xiting mention you. That idea of ​​making a healing workshop from recycled materials is very interesting."

"Thank you, Professor Li." Bian Zhizhi was a little nervous at first, but Professor Li's few words put her at ease.

"Actually, that idea came from children. They always manage to create the most touching things using the simplest materials."

"Well said." Professor Li nodded. "The essence of art therapy is not technique, but a dialogue between hearts. You've grasped the key."

They talked for twenty minutes.

Bian Zhizhi raised the practical problems and confusions she encountered in her work one by one, and Professor Li gave insightful answers to each of them.

Before parting, Professor Li even added her on WeChat.

"If you have any questions in the future, feel free to ask me," Professor Li said. "There are too few young people like you who are working diligently on the front lines. You must persevere."

"I will," Bian Zhizhi said solemnly.

After seeing Professor Li off, Chang Xiting smiled at her and said, "How was it? I told you Professor Li was a very nice person, didn't I?"

"Mmm." Bian Zhizhi was still immersed in the conversation. "She gave me a lot of inspiration."

"I'll digest it slowly tonight." Chang Xiting glanced at his watch. "It's 5:30. There's a welcome reception tonight. Do you want to attend?"

Is participation mandatory?

"It's not mandatory," Chang Xiting said. "But you can meet a lot of people at the party. If we get tired, we can just show up and leave."

Bian Zhizhi thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go take a look."