Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi was still immersed in the dream she had just experienced when Wei Zixian stood up: "There's a claw machine over there, want to try it?"

"You can play claw machines?" Bian Zhizhi asked, somewhat surprised.

"No," Wei Zixian said frankly, "but I want to give it a try."

The two walked to the claw machine area.

A row of machines is neatly arranged, filled with all kinds of dolls: bears, rabbits, cats, and recently popular cartoon characters.

Wei Zixian stood in front of a machine containing a miniature astronaut doll wearing a round white helmet; it was very cute.

He inserted the coin and gripped the lever.

Then, Bian Zhizhi saw a scene she would never forget in her life.

Wei Zixian, a man over 1.8 meters tall who was a force to be reckoned with in the business world, had his entire upper body pressed against the glass of the claw machine.

His forehead pressed against the cold surface, his eyes unblinking, even his lips were tightly pursed, refusing to relax for a moment.

The sequined shirt stretched and wrinkled as he leaned forward, reflecting cheap yet stubborn glitter under the changing lights of the arcade.

"A little to the left..." he muttered to himself, his knuckles gripping the stick slightly.

The claws descended, wobbling as they grasped the foot of a blue astronaut, and slowly rose upwards.

Bian Zhizhi unconsciously held her breath.

Just as it reached the exit, its claws twitched violently.

The astronaut detached from the hook, but due to inertia, it tumbled forward and rolled right into the cargo inlet/outlet.

Wei Zixian paused for two seconds before bending down and taking it out.

He turned around, holding the tiny doll in his hand, and a smile immediately spread across his face, his eyes shining brightly.

"We caught them."

He looked at her with a smile, his voice full of undisguised pride and joy, which overflowed from his tone.

The sequined shirt made a soft rustling sound as he turned around, like an untimely yet joyful background noise.

Bian Zhizhi didn't say anything.

Just watching him stand in the bizarre light, holding the doll, and seeing the unguarded brightness on his face, I suddenly realized something clearly.

Only she knew that the ruthless young master of the Wei family, who was decisive in business, could also reveal such a vivid side for a small doll.

Wei Zixian quickly realized his lapse in composure.

His ears turned red at a visible speed. He coughed lightly, stuffed the doll into Bian Zhizhi's hand, and although the smile on his face had not completely faded, it had become much more restrained.

"This is for you." His voice lowered. "Thank you for being with me."

Bian Zhizhi took the doll.

The tiny astronaut, with a white helmet and a blue spacesuit, is incredibly cute.

She held it in her hand and could still feel the warmth of his palm.

"Thank you," she said.

Wei Zixian smiled, but his mind was racing, trying to come up with the next opportunity to "naturally" show another side of himself and soften Bian Zhizhi's heart.

"Is there anything else you'd like to do?" he asked, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the Ferris wheel in the distance before quickly returning to his own. "If not, how about we go to the Ferris wheel? I heard the night view from there is beautiful."

Every expression on his face was meticulously crafted, carrying just the right amount of expectation and a hint of pitifulness at being rejected.

He knew that Bian Zhizhi was susceptible to this kind of thing.

When Bian Zhizhi looked up at the glowing Ferris wheel, Wei Zixian knew she would definitely agree.

It is slowly turning, and the lights in each cabin are on.

"Okay." She nodded.

Under the Ferris wheel, staff opened the cabin doors for them.

"Please, both of you. One lap will take about twenty minutes."

The two people sat facing each other inside the cabin.

The glass windows were very clean, and you could clearly see the scenery outside gradually rising.

The doors closed, and the Ferris wheel began to slowly rise.

At first, it swayed a little, and Bian Zhizhi subconsciously gripped the edge of the seat.

"Afraid of heights?" Wei Zixian asked.

"A little," Bian Zhizhi honestly admitted.

Wei Zixian stretched out his hand, palm open: "Hold my hand." Seemingly worried that his tone was too forceful, Wei Zixian drew out the "hand" part for a long time, then cautiously added, "Huh?"

His hands were large, his fingers were long, and the lines on his palms were clear.

This is the hand she once held, and the hand she herself pushed away.

Bian Zhizhi hesitated for a moment, but still put her hand on it.

His hand steadily enveloped hers.

At the same time, Wei Zixian also moved, moving from the opposite side to Bian Zhizhi's side.

After sitting down, she nervously explained to Bian Zhizhi, "I'm afraid that if we move too far apart, I might pull your hand. If you don't like it, I'll... sit back down."

Bian Zhizhi shook her head, tacitly approving of his action.

The cockpit rose to its highest point.

The entire city's night view unfolds beneath your feet, with thousands of lights resembling a galaxy falling down, and traffic flowing like a river of light.

In the distance, the Yantong River meanders by, and the tourist boats on the river are lit up with colorful lights, like moving jewels.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

"So beautiful," Bian Zhizhi murmured.

Wei Zixian looked out the window, his profile softened by the lamplight.

"Zhizhi," he suddenly said.

"Um?"

"If..." He turned his head and looked at her intently.

"If I had learned how to love someone sooner, if we had met later, if I had become a better person... would the ending have been different?"

This is a very serious problem.

Bian Zhizhi opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

The Ferris wheel continued to turn slowly, and the cabins fell silent.

"You don't need to answer." Wei Zixian broke the deadlock. He smiled, a smile that contained both relief and bitterness. "I just... think about it sometimes."

He squeezed her hand.

"But now I understand. To love someone is not to change them, not to possess them, but... to wish them happiness. Even if the person who makes them happy is not me."

Bian Zhizhi's tears fell without warning.

One drop, then two drops, fell onto their clasped hands.

"I'm sorry," she said, crying. "I don't know what to do..."

She didn't know how to face Wei Zixian like this.

I don't know how to deal with this mess in my mind.

I don't know how to choose between feeling safe and being attracted to someone.

Wei Zixian reached out his other hand and gently wiped away her tears.

His movements were gentle, the warmth of his fingertips caressing her cheek.

"No need to apologize." His voice was low and hoarse. "You have the right to hesitate, the right to choose."

Chang Xiting also said this.

But when Wei Zixian said it at this moment, it carried a completely different weight.

Chang Xiting's decision to let go was out of consideration for dignity and respect.

Wei Zixian's letting go was a struggle filled with blood and tears, a difficult choice made after truly understanding that "love is about letting go."

The Ferris wheel began to descend.

The city lights drew ever closer, and the hustle and bustle of the city gradually became clearer.

Bian Zhizhi wiped away her tears and took a deep breath.

"Wei Zixian".

"Um?"

"Give me a little more time," she said. "I need...to think about it carefully."

Wei Zixian looked at her, and his eyes lit up.

"Okay." He nodded, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "It can take as long as it takes. I'll wait."

It was almost 10 o'clock when we got off the Ferris wheel.

The amusement park lights began to go out one by one, and the music stopped.

A staff member approached and politely reminded them, "Gentlemen, we are about to close the park."