Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

At noon, Professor Li came to have lunch with her.

"Your speech was the best I've heard in the past few days," Professor Li said. "There were no platitudes, just pure substance."

Bian Zhizhi was flattered: "Thank you, Professor Li."

"Don't thank me, you did it on your own," Professor Li said. "I plan to include your case in my next book, is that alright?"

"sure."

"Also, the Psychology Department is going to hold an advanced workshop on art therapy in the second half of this year, which I will be hosting. Would you be interested in being a guest lecturer? You could talk about what you shared today."

Bian Zhizhi was stunned.

"Can...can I?"

"Why not?" Professor Li laughed. "Your presentation today has surpassed that of many university professors."

Bian Zhizhi looked at Chang Xiting, and he nodded to her.

"Okay," she said. "I'm willing."

In the afternoon, Bian Zhizhi and Chang Xiting took a walk in the old town of Suzhou.

Blue stone paths, small bridges over flowing water, white walls and black tiles.

"It feels like a dream," Bian Zhizhi said.

"What?" Chang Xiting asked.

"Everything that happened today," Bian Zhizhi said, looking at the covered boats passing by on the river. "Three years ago, I was still working for my employer, thinking every day about how not to make mistakes and how not to offend anyone."

Now, I stand on national forums to give speeches and am recognized by experts like Professor Li…”

She stopped and shook her head: "Sometimes I really feel that life is so amazing."

"You deserve it," Chang Xiting said. "I've seen everything you've sacrificed over these three years."

They crossed a stone bridge, at the head of which stood a long-established pastry shop.

"Would you like to try some?" Chang Xiting asked.

"OK."

Chang Xiting bought two pieces of osmanthus cake, wrapped them in oil paper, and handed one to Bian Zhizhi.

Bian Zhizhi took a bite, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms melted in her mouth.

"It's delicious," she said.

"The osmanthus cake in Suzhou is absolutely delicious." Chang Xiting also took a bite. "It's even better in autumn, when the whole city is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus."

"You seem to know Suzhou very well?"

"My maternal grandmother was from Suzhou," Chang Xiting said. "I used to come here every summer when I was a child. But she passed away early, so I rarely came anymore. This time, it felt both familiar and strange."

Bian Zhizhi looked at his profile.

The sunlight cast a soft shadow on his eyelashes.

She suddenly wondered if her life would have been completely different if she had met Chang Xiting instead of Wei Zixian three years ago.

But the thought only flashed through my mind.

No if.

Now, she is Bian Zhizhi, who has experienced everything.

It is these experiences that have made her the person standing on the podium today.

"What are you thinking about?" Chang Xiting asked.

"I'm thinking..." Bian Zhizhi drawled, "Why haven't you taken me to that handicraft exhibition yet?"

Chang Xiting smiled too.

Nothing could be hidden from her. The invitation he had struggled with for so long about how to bring it up was easily defused by her.

"Let's go now."

Intangible cultural heritage handicrafts exhibition.

When Bian Zhizhi and Chang Xiting arrived, there were already quite a few people in the exhibition hall.

Suzhou embroidery, silk tapestry, woodblock New Year prints, Suzhou clay figurines... a dazzling array of products.

Bian Zhizhi stopped in front of a Suzhou embroidery booth.

The embroiderer is demonstrating on site, her needle and thread moving across the silk, quickly creating a lifelike lotus leaf.

"It's so beautiful," she murmured.

"The secrets of Suzhou embroidery are all hidden in eight characters," Chang Xiting explained from the side. "Look at the gradient of this lotus leaf; it's embroidered with dozens of different shades of silk thread."

"You know so much."

"My grandmother taught me," Chang Xiting smiled. "She used to be a technician at the Suzhou embroidery factory. When I was little, she always had me help her separate the threads, saying it was to practice my patience."

Bian Zhizhi couldn't help but smile as she imagined little Chang Xiting sitting next to her grandmother, carefully dividing the lines.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just felt the scene was very heartwarming."

They stayed at the Suzhou embroidery booth for a long time.

Bian Zhizhi and the embroiderer talked a lot about needlework techniques, color matching, and how to combine traditional techniques with modern aesthetics.

The embroiderer was very interested when she heard that the embroiderer was involved in children's art therapy: "Actually, embroidery is very calming. There was a female worker in our factory who was depressed for half a year after her husband passed away. Later, she came to embroider every day and gradually got through it."

"Really?" Bian Zhizhi's eyes lit up.

"Yes. She said that when she's sewing, her mind goes blank, and she doesn't think about those sad things anymore."

Bian Zhizhi wrote this case down in her notebook.

After leaving the Suzhou embroidery booth, they also looked at kesi (silk tapestry), lacquerware, sandalwood fans...

They spent a long time browsing the intangible cultural heritage exhibition, and Bian Zhizhi's notebook was filled with inspiration.

They had a quick bite to eat at the art museum's café.

"Anything else planned?" Chang Xiting asked.

"I want to buy some things," Bian Zhizhi said, "some Suzhou specialties for the kids in the studio. Like osmanthus cake or something."

"Then I'll go with you."

"No need," Bian Zhizhi said. "Didn't you have an appointment with someone from the Suzhou Cultural Bureau this afternoon? Don't let it interfere with your business. I can go by myself."

Chang Xiting glanced at his watch: "Then... I'll call you after I'm done? Let's have dinner together tonight, and then head to the airport?"

"it is good."

After Chang Xiting went to the Cultural Bureau, Bian Zhizhi went to Guanqian Street alone.

This is the most bustling commercial street in Suzhou, with specialty shops lined up one after another.

She bought ten boxes of osmanthus cake, five boxes of pine nut candy, and various pastries.

She went back to the hotel halfway through her trip. When she returned to her room, Bian Zhizhi opened her phone and saw dozens of unread messages.

One of Su Wan's comments read: "Zhizhi!! My friend was at the forum and said you spoke exceptionally well! They even sent me the photos! You're amazing!"

One user, Xiaolu, exclaimed: "Sister Zhizhi! The studio's inbox is overflowing! So many collaboration inquiries!"

And then there's Mom's voice: "Zhizhi, did your speech go well? Don't overwork yourself."

Bian Zhizhi replied to each one.

Finally, she opened her WeChat Moments and posted a picture of Suzhou at night, which she had taken that day, with the caption: "Three days in Suzhou, very rewarding. Grateful."

It quickly garnered some likes and comments.

Su Wan: "I'll treat you when I get back!"

Little Deer: "Sister Zhizhi is the most beautiful!"

Chang Xiting also liked the post and commented, "Continue tomorrow."

Bian Zhizhi felt her heart filled with warmth as she read those words.

Chang Xiting called that evening to ask if she was at the hotel or shopping.

While putting on her coat, Bian Zhizhi replied, "I'm at the hotel. Where are you? Should I come down now?"

Chang Xiting smiled and said, "I'm downstairs at the hotel. You don't need to rush. Take your time. I'll wait for you."

He seemed to be implying something, but Bian Zhizhi didn't catch it at first.

They strolled around the old town for a while and then had dinner at a small restaurant by the river.

Stir-fried river shrimp, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, and water shield soup are all authentic Suzhou dishes.

After the meal, Chang Xiting drove Bian Zhizhi to the airport.

The atmosphere in the car was pleasant; the two chatted and laughed. Chang Xiting teased her, "Did you buy too much stuff? The trunk is overflowing."

Bian Zhizhi looked back and saw several boxes of pastries that had been placed on the back seat because there was no room in the trunk. Just as she was about to reply, her phone rang.

It's Su Wan.