Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

In the following days, Bian Zhizhi did not see Wei Zixian again.

Although he had been seen very rarely before.

But this time was different; it was like an unusual calm after a storm, a calm that made people uneasy.

"Sister Zhizhi?" Xiaolu knocked on the door and came in, carrying a stack of documents. "Xingyao Capital sent another email. This time their tone was much softer. They said they wanted to schedule a time for friendly negotiations."

Bian Zhizhi turned around and took the document, looking up at Xiao Lu in response: "Then let's set a time."

The situation at Xingyao Capital has also undergone subtle changes in recent days.

It was Su Wan who called excitedly: "My dad found out through connections that Xingyao's parent company in Europe is under scrutiny by the tax authorities, and their financial chain might be in trouble!"

Next, Chang Xiting analyzed: "There's been a new development in Blackstone's lawsuit in London, with several key witnesses suddenly recanting their testimonies. Xingyao is currently preoccupied with its own problems and probably doesn't have the energy to pursue the Little Tree Hole anymore."

Everything went incredibly smoothly.

Bian Zhizhi had her doubts.

The business world is like a battlefield; how can the enemy suddenly lose their composure and surrender?

But after checking all the publicly available information and asking everyone she could, she found that all the answers pointed to the same conclusion: Xingyao was indeed in big trouble.

Before she could figure out why Xingyao would suddenly encounter such a thing, Chang Xiting walked in with two cups of coffee and sat down next to her.

"Does your foot still hurt?" He pushed one of the glasses in front of her.

"I feel much better." Bian Zhizhi took the coffee. "The doctor said the fixation can be removed in another week."

Chang Xiting looked at her profile, hesitating to speak.

"What's wrong?" Bian Zhizhi noticed his gaze.

"Zhizhi," he said carefully, "if Xingyao's matter can be resolved smoothly, I plan to go to France ahead of schedule."

"it is good."

"We also need to set up a branch office there this time." Chang Xiting paused. "We could have postponed it, but... I think we both need time."

He turned to look at her, his eyes surprisingly open: "You've just been through so much, you need space to process it all. And I want you to be able to truly see your own heart without any pressure."

Bian Zhizhi lowered her eyes, staring at the brown liquid swirling in the glass.

What should she say?

But her heart is like this cup of coffee, calm on the surface, but with unmelted sugar hidden underneath, a mixture of sweetness and bitterness, making it impossible to tell which flavor is more real.

"I understand." She finally just nodded. "When are you leaving?"

"If things go smoothly at Xingyao, we'll leave the next day."

"Okay." Bian Zhizhi stood up and walked to the window. "I will...think it over carefully."

Chang Xiting also stood up and walked behind her.

He didn't touch her, they just stood side by side.

"Zhizhi," he said, "no matter who you choose in the end, or whether you choose neither, I hope you will be happy. This is my sincerest wish."

Bian Zhizhi's nose felt slightly sore.

She looked at the person in front of her. Chang Xiting's eyebrows and eyes were still gentle, like green bamboo after the rain, clean and relaxed.

When he said this, his tone was unusually calm, without the slightest hint of coercion or grievance, as if he truly valued her happiness more than his own obsession.

Of course she knew that everyone in the circle envied someone like Chang Xiting.

He comes from a good family, is well-mannered, and always treats people with propriety. He even hides his feelings for her so well that she never feels any pressure.

The ultimate option that Su Wan mentioned is the ultimate destination that many people yearn for but cannot attain.

But when it comes to relationships, you can never choose based on what's available.

Faced with Chang Xiting's gentleness, what surged in her heart was never excitement, but gratitude.

She would appreciate his kindness and feel a lump in her throat from this unconditional favoritism, but she never felt even a second of attraction.

The thought of Wei Zixian makes my heart skip a beat uncontrollably, and even my breathing carries an indescribable flutter of excitement.

Chang Xiting was always proper and considerate, maintaining a just-right distance while delivering everything thoughtfully to her.

This kindness made her feel at ease, but it also made her realize that she only felt appreciation and gratitude for him as a friend, and there was no fertile ground for love to grow.

Bian Zhizhi lowered her eyelashes, avoiding his gentle gaze, her voice as soft as a sigh: "Xiting, thank you. But I..."

The words stuck in her throat; she couldn't say them, yet she knew clearly that some things had to be said sooner or later.

Chang Xiting looked at her slightly red eyes, smiled gently, and reached out to brush away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her cheek. The warmth of his fingertips was very light, like a breeze.

"Don't overthink it," he said. "Your choices are never my responsibility."

Bian Zhizhi felt as if something had gently bumped into her heart, making her feel even more bitter and guilty.

A negotiation three days later.

The location was chosen to be a conference room on the top floor of an office building in the center of Yantong.

Bian Zhizhi arrived half an hour early.

The ankle brace had been removed, and she walked with a slight limp, but she concealed it well with her composed gait.

Su Wan, who had come with her, was leaning against the window in the corridor outside the conference room, whispering something into her phone.

"My dad said that Xingyao's change of attitude this time was too sudden, and we must be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Su Wan walked over to Bian Zhizhi. "I've had the legal team check the contract terms three times, so there shouldn't be any problems. But—"

She lowered her voice: "I always feel that there is some other force pushing things along."

Bian Zhizhi's heart skipped a beat.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened, and Chang Xiting stepped out.

He was followed by two assistants carrying thick boxes of documents.

"Everything is ready." He nodded to Bian Zhizhi, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment. "Don't be nervous, we're here."

Bian Zhizhi took a deep breath: "Mmm."

At 9:00 AM sharp, the people from Xingyao Capital arrived.

The person in the lead was Zhao Ming, the head of the East China region. He was around forty years old, slightly overweight, and had a standard business smile on his face.

He was followed by the general counsel, financial advisor, and two assistants, a well-organized group.

"Mr. Bian, it's an honor to meet you." Zhao Ming extended his hand with a beaming smile. "I've long heard that the founder of Little Tree Hole is a promising young man, and meeting you today, I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved."

Bian Zhizhi shook hands with him.

"Mr. Zhao, you flatter me. Please have a seat."

The two sides sat on opposite sides of the conference table.

The opening remarks were polite and cautious.

Zhao Ming first expressed regret over the "potential misunderstandings" that had occurred, and then changed the subject to praise the business model and social value of Little Tree Hole.

"Our initial intention at Xingyao was also to cooperate and help Xiaoshudong (Little Tree Hole) reach the whole country," he said sincerely.

"There may have been some misunderstandings in the communication, which caused Mr. Bian unnecessary concern. We are here today to clear up these misunderstandings."

Chang Xiting picked up the conversation: "Mr. Zhao, you're too kind. Since both sides are sincere, let's get straight to the point."

The meeting proceeded smoothly for the next two hours.

Xingyao made an unexpected concession: it no longer mentioned the acquisition, but instead proposed to only take a small share, not to get involved in day-to-day management, and only to provide financial and channel support.

They were even willing to sign a performance-based agreement to ensure the independence of the small tree hole and the control of the side branches.

The terms are unbelievably generous.

Bian Zhizhi listened attentively while taking notes of the key points in her notebook.

She noticed that when Zhao Ming was speaking, his eyes would occasionally drift towards the conference room door, as if he was waiting for something or afraid of something.