Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

During halftime, Bian Zhizhi went to the restroom.

While washing my hands, I was still wondering how things had gone so smoothly this time.

Everything went too smoothly.

It went smoothly in a strange way.

She took out a tissue to wipe her hands and walked out of the restroom.

The meeting room is at the end of the corridor, past several empty meeting rooms and a tea room.

Just as she was halfway there, she heard hushed conversations coming from a conference room next door with its door slightly ajar.

It's the Xingyao group.

Bian Zhizhi instinctively slowed her pace.

"...Mr. Zhao, are we just going to accept this? The terms you offered are too unfair." A young male voice said, filled with resentment.

"Otherwise what?" Zhao Ming's voice was no longer polite, but full of irritation. "Do you think I want this? The higher-ups gave a direct order: resolve this peacefully at all costs, and absolutely do not offend Mi Guang."

Seeking light.

"Just who is Wei Zixian? Even headquarters is afraid of him?" another person asked.

"It's more than just fear," Zhao Ming sneered, with a mocking tone that suggested, "Your information network is so poor."

"The Wei family's Hengyuan Group is firmly among the top ten in China, with industries all over the world. Haven't you heard of it in Europe? Miguang Technology is just one of their sharpest weapons."

He paused, glanced at the puzzled and astonished faces of the crowd, and continued.

"Do you know who leaked those Blackstone cases in Europe to the regulatory agencies? It was the overseas affiliate of Miguang."

Their strategy is far more sophisticated than we imagined; they have a deep-rooted presence not only domestically but also in Europe.

How much dirt do they have on us?

If things really come to a head, not only will Xingyao Group be under intense scrutiny regarding its compliance in Europe, but its headquarters will also be in turmoil.

Some people gasped, their initial indifference completely replaced by a chill.

Some of them are based in Europe and may know the names of the powerful figures who are deeply entrenched in China, but they may not be aware of their overseas influence and ruthless methods.

"So, give me a good performance today," Zhao Ming concluded in a deep voice. "Sign the papers and get out of here as soon as possible. Yan Tong... this place is a deep, murky place. I don't want to stay here even a day longer."

Footsteps sounded, as if they were about to come out.

Bian Zhizhi quickly took a few steps back, pretending to have just come out of the restroom, and calmly walked towards the main conference room.

No wonder.

No wonder everything went so smoothly, which was unusual.

No wonder a powerful company like Xingyao would suddenly back down.

She should have guessed it long ago.

The meeting concluded successfully before noon.

The two parties signed a memorandum of understanding, and the specific contract will be finalized within two weeks.

The people from Xingyao walked quickly, their footsteps making a slightly hurried sound on the polished floor.

The group filed out, their backs revealing an undisguised determination to get away from this place immediately.

The door was gently closed, completely shutting out the tense atmosphere that had just been holding its breath.

Bian Zhizhi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the black cars drive away downstairs, holding the pen in her hand.

"Zhizhi?" Su Wan walked over. "What are you daydreaming about? It's time to go, let's go get something nice to celebrate!"

Chang Xiting finished tidying up the documents and looked at her, "What would you like to eat? It's on me."

Bian Zhizhi turned around and forced a smile: "You guys go ahead. I... I still have some things to take care of."

Su Wan and Chang Xiting exchanged a glance.

"What could be more important than celebrating?" Su Wan asked suspiciously.

"It's about... some follow-up arrangements for the studio." Bian Zhizhi avoided Chang Xiting's probing gaze. "You guys go to the restaurant first, I'll be there shortly."

Chang Xiting looked at her for a few seconds, then finally nodded: "Okay. Don't take too long."

After seeing them off, Bian Zhizhi returned to the empty conference room.

She took out her phone, unlocked it, and opened WeChat.

The chat window she had set to "Do Not Disturb" was still quietly lying in the list.

The last conversation was two months ago.

Scrolling up further reveals even older work communications.

The words were as cold as those of two strangers.

She stared at that name for a long time, her fingertips hovering over the screen.

What should I say?

Thank you? That's too light.

Why did you help me? That's foolish.

Finally, she typed a line, revised it repeatedly, and pressed send as dawn broke:

"When are you free recently? I already know about Xingyao's situation, and I wanted to thank you."

send.

She waited for a while, but received no reply.

Maybe he's busy.

Bian Zhizhi put away her phone, picked up her bag, and walked out of the meeting room.

As the elevator descended, she watched the floor numbers change, and somewhere deep inside her, something was quietly loosening.

The president's office at Miguang Capital.

Wei Zixian was reading an analysis report. His left hand was still bandaged because of an unhealed wound, which made his page-turning movements somewhat clumsy.

Lu Fangchi sat on the sofa opposite, rambling on about the itinerary for next week's trip to Chunlin.

"...I've already made an appointment with Chairman Chen for Tuesday afternoon at 3 PM. Also, the due diligence report for the biotechnology project is out, and there are more problems than expected, I..."

The phone screen suddenly lit up.

Wei Zixian glanced at it casually, then froze.

That name.

Side branches.

Lu Fangchi noticed his unusual behavior: "What's wrong? What kind of trouble is Xingyao causing now?"

Wei Zixian didn't speak, but just stared at his phone as if staring at some fragile illusion.

A few seconds later, he suddenly grabbed his phone, the movement so forceful that it almost knocked over the coffee cup on the table.

"Damn it, watch out!" Lu Fangchi jumped up. "Don't you want your hand anymore?"

Wei Zixian had already opened the chat box.

The message lay there quietly.

But he watched it five times.

"Who is it?" Lu Fangchi leaned closer, then froze, "...Bian Zhizhi? She's looking for you?"

"Um."

"What did you say?"

"You asked me to meet you. Thank you."

Lu Fangchi's eyes lit up instantly: "Great news! This means she knows you helped her and is willing to accept your favor! Go back now, hurry up!"

Wei Zixian's finger hovered over the screen, but he didn't move it for a long time.

How should I reply?

Saying "You're welcome, it's my pleasure" sounds too formal.

Saying "You've finally agreed to see me" is too eager.

He found himself like a naive young man experiencing his first love, completely at a loss when faced with a simple message.

"What are you spacing out for?" Lu Fangchi snatched the phone. "Let me see, isn't this a good answer? Just say..."

"Give it back to me." Wei Zixian frowned.

"I'll teach you! At times like this, you can't be too enthusiastic or too indifferent; you have to find the right balance..."

Two men in their twenties spent a full half hour in the office figuring out how to reply to a WeChat message.

During this period, Lu Fangchi proposed seven versions, Wei Zixian rejected six of them, and the last one barely passed, but he was asked to add an emoticon.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Wei Zixian stared at the "(˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )" with a look of disgust.

"Are you trying to act cute? Didn't you want her to think you've changed? Wei Xiaoxian suddenly using emojis, that's the unexpected charm, you know?"

"childish."

"So, are you going to send it or not?"

Wei Zixian stared at that expression for three seconds, then stiffly tapped send.

The moment he sent the message, he felt his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.