Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

The plane landed in Yantong at 9 p.m.

Changxi Pavilion escorted Bian Zhizhi home.

"Get a good rest tonight," he said. "We'll have a meeting tomorrow to develop a detailed response strategy."

"it is good."

"Oh, right," Chang Xiting took a paper bag out of the car, "this is for you."

When the branch is opened, inside is an exquisite Suzhou embroidery pendant, embroidered with a sprig of jasmine.

"I saw this at the exhibition today and I think it suits you," Chang Xiting said.

"Thank you." Bian Zhizhi gripped the pendant tightly. "I really like it."

"I'm glad you like it." Chang Xiting smiled. "Go on upstairs and get some sleep."

"The same to you."

Bian Zhizhi watched Chang Xiting's car leave before turning around and going upstairs.

When she reached the third floor, she subconsciously glanced at the door next door.

It was tightly shut, and no light shone through the cracks in the door.

After Wei Zixian moved here, he rarely stayed here.

Most of the time, he still lives in another villa.

Bian Zhizhi sometimes wondered what the point was of him buying this place, knowing full well that this would be the final outcome.

She didn't want to think about it anymore, so she shook her head and shook off those thoughts.

Open the door and go inside.

My parents were already asleep, and a small nightlight was left on in the living room.

Bian Zhizhi tiptoed back to her room, put her things down, and took a shower.

As she lay down on the bed, she took out her phone and saw a message from Su Wan: "Zhizhi, are you home yet? Let's talk tomorrow."

She replied, "Just got home. See you tomorrow."

After sending the message, she opened her photo album and looked through the photos from her trip to Suzhou.

At the forum, there was an intangible cultural heritage exhibition, the streets and alleys of the old town, and some photos that Chang Xiting took for her.

One photo is a candid shot of her standing on a stone bridge, looking back and smiling.

The sun was shining brightly, and her smile was natural.

At this moment, the moonlight streaming in through the window was as gentle as water.

That night, two people in Yantong couldn't sleep because of the same woman.

In his study, Chang Xiting studied all the publicly available information about Xingyao Capital and formulated a plan to protect the little tree hole.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Wei Zixian stood in front of an electronic screen displaying a complex equity structure and a chart showing the flow of funds.

His eyes were cold as his fingers flew across the keyboard, sending out encrypted emails one after another.

A war without gunfire has quietly begun.

Bian Zhizhi was completely unaware of this.

She was sleeping soundly. In her dream, the children in the little tree hole were playing with mud in the sunlight, their laughter carrying far and wide.

But reality is not as sweet as dreams.

In the afternoon, Su Wan came to discuss it with Bian Zhizhi.

"Any news from Xingyao Capital?" Bian Zhizhi asked Su Wan.

Su Wan's expression was solemn: "It's not on the surface, but my dad found out through someone that they're digging for fawns."

"What?" Bian Zhizhi was stunned.

Xiao Lu is her assistant whom she trained from the very beginning. She has been with her since the studio was founded, and the two are as close as sisters.

"The offer was very high, three times the current annual salary," Su Wan said. "But Xiao Lu refused on the spot and told me about it. She said she'll only ever have you as her boss."

Bian Zhizhi felt a warmth in her heart, but also a wave of fear.

"Xingyao's methods are even more despicable than I imagined," Su Wan said in a deep voice. "However, the good news is that I obtained some internal documents regarding Blackstone's lawsuit in Europe."

Although the chain of evidence is incomplete, it is sufficient to prove that they habitually use unfair competitive practices.

I have compiled these materials and sent them to the Municipal Bureau of Culture and the Bureau of Industry and Commerce.

"Will it work?" Bian Zhizhi asked.

"At least it will make them hesitant to act," Su Wan said. "In China, it's not so easy for foreign investors to use those shady methods."

"Thank you, Wanwan," she said sincerely. "Without you, I probably wouldn't have made it."

"What are you talking about?" Su Wan patted her shoulder. "The little tree hole was built by all of us together, and no one is allowed to touch it."

After the two finished their discussion, Chang Xiting came over.

"Zhizhi, there's something else." He took a document out of his briefcase. "The people from Xingyao contacted me yesterday."

Bian Zhizhi's heart tightened: "What are they planning to do?"

"You want me to be your lobbyist?" Chang Xiting sneered.

"The condition offered is that 'Changqing Heritage' can become Xingyao's exclusive partner in East China, and all future cultural investment projects will be handled by me."

"Did you agree?" Bian Zhizhi felt stupid as soon as she asked the question.

If he had agreed, he wouldn't be sitting here.

Chang Xiting smiled and said, "I said, Bian Zhizhi is an important partner and friend of mine, and I respect any decisions she makes. As for cooperation, forget about it."

"The pavilion by the stream..."

"Don't be moved." Chang Xiting waved his hand. "I also have my own selfish motives. I have high hopes for the Little Tree Hole model. If it is really ruined by capital like Xingyao, it will be a loss for the entire industry."

"And," he said, looking at her, "I don't want to see you sad."

Bian Zhizhi lowered her head, her eyes feeling a little hot.

Chang Xiting had done so much for her, but her heart...

"By the way, what are your plans for Thursday?" Chang Xiting changed the subject.

"A new eco-farm has opened on the outskirts of the city. I heard you can experience traditional farming and do nature crafts with your children. I was thinking, maybe we could organize an outdoor activity for the children at Little Tree Hole, and you could take a break too?"

"But..." she thought, how could she go to rest on her own when faced with such a situation?

Chang Xiting reassured her, his tone somewhat persuasive: "We're here for you, and haven't the children not gone out to play in a long time? Why not take this opportunity to let them have a good time?"

Bian Zhizhi thought for a moment: "That's a good idea. The children have been spending a lot of time indoors lately, it's time for them to get out of nature. But..." she hesitated, "Can you guarantee their safety? What about the farm..."

"I went to check it out in person," Chang Xiting said. "The farm owner is the father of my college classmate, and he's a very reliable person."

The site is spacious and well-equipped, and it's only a 40-minute drive from the city center.

We can charter a car there, and the teacher will accompany us the whole time. I'll go too.

Seeing Chang Xiting's earnest preparations, Bian Zhizhi's last bit of worry disappeared.

"Okay, let's set it for Thursday then. I'll arrange it with the teachers."

"I'll coordinate the vehicle and insurance," Chang Xiting said.

The two discussed some more details until it was completely dark.

When Chang Xiting was driving Bian Zhizhi home, he suddenly said in the car, "Zhizhi, do you remember that I'm going to France next month?"

Bian Zhizhi nodded: "I remember. Three months."

"Okay." Chang Xiting gripped the steering wheel, looking straight ahead. "I'll be back soon. Take good care of yourself during this time."

"You too," Bian Zhizhi said. "Everything is going well in France."

The car was parked downstairs, but Chang Xiting didn't immediately let her get out.

"Zhizhi," he turned his head, his profile softened in the night, "when I get back from France, can we... try dating?"

The question came suddenly, and Bian Zhizhi was stunned.

Chang Xiting didn't urge them, but waited quietly.

The light from the streetlights shone through the car window, casting a gentle, warm glow in his eyes.

"I..." Bian Zhizhi opened her mouth, "I need time..."

"I know," Chang Xiting smiled. "No rush. I just want you to know that I'm serious. Let's both think this over carefully these three months, okay?"

Bian Zhizhi looked into his sincere eyes and finally nodded: "Okay."

"Then it's settled." Chang Xiting's smile widened. "Go upstairs and get some rest."