Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi then realized that they had been there for nearly two hours.

These two hours were the most relaxed and happiest time she had had in the past three years.

As they walked out of the amusement park, the car that was there to pick up Wei Zixian was already parked at the entrance. Bian Zhizhi wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself and looked at Wei Zixian, who was equally silent beside her.

"I'll take you back," he said.

"No need, I'll just call a car." Bian Zhizhi took out her phone.

"It's so late, it's not safe for you to go home alone," Wei Zixian insisted. "Besides, I live right next door, it's on our way back together..."

His tone was calm and not forceful, but it was impossible to refuse.

Bian Zhizhi finally nodded.

He opened the car door for Bian Zhizhi first, and only after she got in did he walk around to the other side and get in himself.

The only sound in the car was the mechanical female voice of the navigation system giving directions.

Bian Zhizhi looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, still clutching the small astronaut doll in her hand.

"Today..." she began, but didn't know how to continue.

"Thank you for today," Wei Zixian continued. "I haven't been this happy in a long time..."

He spoke very sincerely.

Bian Zhizhi turned her head to look at him.

The car was dimly lit, and you could only see the outline of his profile and his eyes, which were still bright in the night.

"Me too," she said softly.

The car was parked at the entrance of the residential area.

Bian Zhizhi pushed open the car door, about to get out, when Wei Zixian suddenly called out to her.

"Zhizhi."

She turned around.

"This." He took a small box out of his pocket and handed it to her. "It's nothing valuable, just... a little souvenir."

Bian Zhizhi took it and opened it.

It's a bracelet.

A very thin silver chain, with a small moon pendant studded with diamonds that shimmered under the streetlights.

Wei Zixian explained, "I thought this would suit you well, so I bought it."

"Thank you." Wei Zixian helped her put the bracelet on her wrist; it fit perfectly. "I really like it."

Wei Zixian smiled, a smile of contentment.

"Go up quickly, I'll go up later."

"Okay." Bian Zhizhi took two steps, then turned back. "You're home... send me a message."

"it is good."

She turned and walked into the residential area.

Only after her figure completely disappeared from sight did Wei Zixian lift his foot and slowly walk along the path she had just walked. His fingertips seemed to still be able to touch the breeze she had stirred up as she passed by, and every step he took was carefully tracing the traces she had left behind.

When Bian Zhizhi returned home, her parents were already asleep.

A small nightlight was left on in the living room, and a note was on the table: "Zhizhi, there's some stewed bird's nest in the kitchen, remember to drink it. Get some rest. Mom."

After changing into slippers, she tiptoed into the kitchen, ladled out a small bowl of bird's nest, and carried it back to her room.

So much happened today.

She walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked at the room next door.

The lights were on in Wei Zixian's room, and the curtains weren't fully drawn, letting in a warm yellow glow.

He's here tonight.

Bian Zhizhi took out her phone, wanting to send him a message so he could rest early, but she felt it would be too proactive.

As I hesitated, my phone vibrated.

It was sent by Chang Xiting.

Chang Xiting: Zhizhi, are you asleep? I've sent the first draft of Xingyao's contract to your email. Take a look when you have time.

Bian Zhizhi: Okay, I'll look into it tomorrow. Get some rest.

Chang Xiting quickly responded.

Chang Xiting: Goodnight, you too.

Bian Zhizhi: Good night.

Putting down her phone, Bian Zhizhi walked to her desk and looked at the bracelet on her wrist.

She loves the moon.

Because the moon is not as scorching as the sun, nor as distant as the stars.

It is gentle, serene, and even when imperfect, it still shines.

Just like...

Just like Wei Zixian tonight.

Wei Zixian, who blushes, gets nervous, throws himself into grabbing a doll, and says, "I hope she's happy, even if it's not me."

She stroked the moon pendant on her bracelet, feeling its cool yet warm touch.

The empty space in her heart seemed to be quietly being filled by a more complex, turbulent, and bewildering emotion.

And the source of this emotion is a light on, just a wall away.

She seems to... really need to think about this.

After that date at the amusement park, Bian Zhizhi's life seemed to be back on track, but something had quietly changed.

The cooperation agreement between Little Tree Hole Studio and Star Capital was successfully signed.

Chang Xiting flew to France three days after signing the contract. Before leaving, he only sent a message on WeChat saying "Take care" and a photo of the sunrise at Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Bian Zhizhi stared at the message sent by Chang Xiting for a long time, and finally only replied with "Have a safe journey".

She knew she owed Chang Xiting a response, but she simply couldn't give him the answer he wanted.

The changes that Wei Zixian saw in her eyes would choke her.

What she didn't know was that this "opportunity" came much faster and was far more dramatic than she had imagined.

A month later, the project in collaboration between Little Tree Hole Studio and the Municipal Youth Development Foundation made a breakthrough.

With Wei Zixian's secret connections, targeted donations from three companies were successfully secured, with the initial budget exceeding five million.

The celebration banquet was held in the banquet hall of the most luxurious hotel in Yantong.

Bian Zhizhi wore a champagne-colored halter dress with a matching sheer shawl over it.

Su Wan applied light makeup to her, adding a touch of glitter to the outer corners of her eyes, which would shimmer under the light.

"Absolutely stunning." Su Wan stepped back to admire her work. "I wonder how many people I'll charm tonight."

Bian Zhizhi looked at herself in the mirror and felt inexplicably nervous.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, and political and business elites, artists, and media reporters gathered together.

As the project leader, Bian Zhizhi naturally became the focus of attention.

Holding her wine glass, she smiled and exchanged pleasantries with people from all sides, answering each question politely.

Su Wan stayed by her side the whole time, like a dutiful protector.

"Wei Zixian is here," Su Wan suddenly said in a low voice.

Bian Zhizhi looked up.

At the entrance to the banquet hall, Wei Zixian was shaking hands and talking with the chairman of the foundation.

He was wearing a dark blue velvet suit today, without a tie, and one button was undone at the collar of his shirt.

The light fell on him, highlighting the muted sheen of his luxurious velvet, while his profile was sharply defined, and he occasionally raised an eyebrow as he chatted and laughed.

Bian Zhizhi quickly looked away, picked up the champagne in front of her, and took a sip.

"Zhizhi, what are you daydreaming about?" Su Wan leaned over with a wine glass in hand, following Zhizhi's gaze, and said knowingly, "Oh, are you looking at Wei Zixian? I must say, he looks quite presentable tonight."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Bian Zhizhi's ears burned slightly as she put down her wine glass. "I was just... taking a look."

"Just browsing?" Su Wan raised an eyebrow, leaned closer, and lowered her voice, "I'm saying, you've been acting a little strange lately. Since the Xingyao incident, haven't you been mentioning Wei Zixian a lot?"

Bian Zhizhi's heart tightened, but she pretended to be calm: "Really? He's a business partner, it's normal for him to mention it a few times."

"Normal?" Su Wan scoffed. "You never used to mention him. Now, it's all over the place: 'Wei Zixian said this plan is good,' 'Wei Zixian suggested that venue,' 'Wei Zixian,' 'Wei Zixian'... Zhizhi, you wouldn't—"

"No." Bian Zhizhi interrupted her, her tone a little urgent. "I just... feel that he really helped a lot this time, and his attitude has improved. There's no need to keep holding onto past grudges."

These words sounded so grand and dignified that even she herself felt guilty.