Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

The cocktail party was held in the hotel's rooftop garden.

As dusk settles, the night view of Suzhou unfolds beneath your feet, with lights twinkling like stars.

Bian Zhizhi changed into a light green dress, and her long hair was loosely tied back.

She wasn't comfortable in this kind of setting, and most of the time she stood quietly beside Chang Xiting, listening to him talk to others.

Chang Xiting was very considerate and always made sure to bring her into the conversation so she wouldn't feel awkward being left out.

"Does Teacher Bian have a lecture tomorrow?" asked a business owner who runs an arts education company.

"Yes, 10 a.m.," Bian Zhizhi said.

"I look forward to your sharing." The boss raised his glass. "My daughter has autistic tendencies and I've been looking for a suitable therapy center. I wish Suzhou had a studio like yours."

"We are also exploring cross-city cooperation models," Bian Zhizhi said sincerely. "If you are interested, we can discuss it in detail after the meeting."

"Okay, okay."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Chang Xiting led Bian Zhizhi toward the dining area.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"A little," Bian Zhizhi said honestly. "I'm not very good at socializing."

"But you did a great job." Chang Xiting handed her a glass of juice. "Your conversation with General Manager Zhang just now was very professional and warm. That's your strength: sincerity."

Bian Zhizhi took the juice and sipped it.

At the other end of the garden, someone recognized Chang Xiting and waved for him to come over.

"I'll just go say hello and be right back," Chang Xiting said. "You rest here for a bit."

"it is good."

Bian Zhizhi walked to the railing and looked down at the night view of Suzhou.

A gentle evening breeze caressed my face, carrying the coolness of a summer night.

She took out her phone, intending to take a picture and send it to Su Wan.

When I unlocked the screen, I subconsciously opened WeChat.

The pinned chat box is Chang Xiting, below which are Su Wan, Xiao Lu, Mom...

She scrolled down for a long time before finally finding the chat window that she had unpinned and set to Do Not Disturb.

Wei Zixian.

The last conversation was two weeks ago, with his last message: "It's going to get colder tomorrow, remember to wear more clothes."

She didn't reply.

Further up the chain are earlier work communications.

She stared at the profile picture for a few seconds, unable to explain why she did it.

She logged out of WeChat, opened her camera, and took a picture of the night view of Suzhou.

"Have you been waiting long?" Chang Xiting's voice came from behind.

Bian Zhizhi put away her phone and turned around: "Take a picture of the night view. Suzhou is so beautiful."

"If you like it, you can come often." Chang Xiting walked to her side. "Are you going to the handicraft exhibition tomorrow?"

The caution in her words was impossible to hide.

She was so at ease talking to the elites today, so why does she have to carefully confirm even agreements she's already made?

This made Bian Zhizhi want to tease him.

"Go whenever you have time."

Chang Xiting seemed to understand the underlying meaning in her words and smiled somewhat helplessly: "Then we'll be free to do whatever we want after the speech tomorrow."

"Um."

The party was going on until nine o'clock when Bian Zhizhi and Chang Xiting left early.

Back at the room door, Chang Xiting said, "Good luck tomorrow. Don't be nervous, just speak like you usually do when training the teachers."

"Okay." Bian Zhizhi nodded. "Good night."

"Good night."

Bian Zhizhi opened the door; she had received so much information today that she needed time to process it all.

After taking a shower, she sat down at her desk in her pajamas, opened her notebook, and began revising her speech for tomorrow.

Professor Li's words that afternoon had a wake-up call for her: "Don't try to talk too much about theory, tell your story, tell the children's story. Authenticity is the most powerful thing."

Bian Zhizhi removed large sections of academic citations from the PPT and replaced them with real case photos of Xiaoshudong.

Xiaoyu placed a monster model in the sandbox for the first time.

A little girl with selective mutism sings for the first time.

Several children with social difficulties worked together to complete a huge mural.

……

By the time she finished doing all this, it was already one in the morning.

Outside the window, Su Cheng was asleep.

Bian Zhizhi turned off the computer and lay down on the bed.

Before closing her eyes, she suddenly remembered the scene of Wei Zixian providing art therapy.

At that time, she thought she could really lead him out of this mess.

Bian Zhizhi turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

It's all in the past now.

Now, she has a new life, a new career, and new possibilities.

At 10 a.m., there were more than 200 people in the venue.

Bian Zhizhi stood on the stage and adjusted the height of the microphone.

The spotlight was a bit too bright, and she could see the blurry faces of the people in the audience.

Chang Xiting, sitting in the center of the first row, nodded to her.

Bian Zhizhi took a deep breath and clicked the play button on the PPT.

"Hello everyone, teachers and colleagues. I am Bian Zhizhi from Yantong Little Tree Hole Art Therapy Studio."

Her voice carried throughout the venue through the speakers; it was a little tense at first, but she quickly calmed down.

"What I want to share with you today is not profound theory, but the path that my team, more than a hundred children and I have walked together over the past three years."

She paused briefly, went over what she was about to say in her mind, and adjusted her breathing before speaking again.

"The story begins three years ago, in that summer..."

......

She has a strong ability to tell stories in a vivid way.

As the last story came to an end, Bian Zhizhi suddenly looked at Chang Xiting, and their eyes met.

Even she herself didn't know why she looked at him in the final moments.

She paused for a moment, and Chang Xiting mouthed for her to continue. Bian Zhizhi then came to her senses and finished speaking with her last sentence.

"This is our story. The road ahead is long, and we will continue on it. Thank you for listening."

After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted.

Bian Zhizhi stood on the stage, watching the people below stand up and applaud, her eyes welling up with tears.

She couldn't help but look at Chang Xiting again, who was also clapping, his smile full of pride.

She also saw Professor Li, that serious scholar, who was nodding slightly at that moment.

She was three minutes over the allotted time for her 20-minute speech, but no one minded.

The Q&A session was very lively.

Bian Zhizhi answered each question one by one. Some questions were very professional, and some were very practical. She shared her thoughts as honestly as possible.

Afterwards, she was surrounded by a group of people.

They have business cards, expressions of intent to cooperate, and questions to ask.

Chang Xiting came over and deflected some overly enthusiastic invitations for her.

"Teacher Bian needs to rest for a bit," he said gently. "If you have any questions, you can email the studio's official email address."

Having finally managed to escape, the two walked to the rest area outside the venue.

"Have some water." Chang Xiting handed her a bottle of water. "You spoke exceptionally well."

Bian Zhizhi took the water and replied, "Really? I felt there was a slightly messy part in the middle..."

"It's exceptionally good," Chang Xiting repeated. "It's real and powerful. I heard several people behind me wiping away tears."

Bian Zhizhi took a sip of water to calm herself down.

"Thank you, Xiting," she said. "If it weren't for your encouragement, I probably wouldn't have accepted this speech."

"It's because you're good enough." Chang Xiting looked at her. "Zhizhi, you have to believe that what you're doing is very valuable."

Bian Zhizhi nodded.

She definitely felt it.

Those applause, those earnest questions, those expressions of interest in cooperation—they weren't just polite formalities; they were genuine recognition.