Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

After the family dinner, Wei Zixian and Bian Zhizhi were asked to stay overnight at the old house.

After washing up, Bian Zhizhi changed into her pajamas and leaned against the headboard.

I was indeed feeling quite tired that day.

Wei Zixian hugged her from behind and kissed the top of her head: "Are you tired? You did a particularly good job today, Zhizhi."

"It's alright," Bian Zhizhi nestled into his arms, "it's just a bit...like a challenge."

"It won't happen again." Wei Zixian pulled his arms back. "If anyone dares to say another word, I'll deal with them."

Bian Zhizhi chuckled and patted his hand: "It's not that serious. President Wei was...very impressive today."

She recalled Wei Yanqiu's calm yet sharp demeanor when she confronted people, which overlapped with and was even more striking than the image of her when he was her employer.

"She's always been like this."

After talking for a while, Bian Zhizhi gradually became sleepy.

After confirming that she was fast asleep, Wei Zixian carefully withdrew his arm, tucked her in, and got out of bed.

He put on a coat, gently closed the door, walked down the stairs, and headed straight for the study in the east wing of the old house.

The lights are still on there.

Mr. and Mrs. Wei sat on the sofa in the main seat, while Wei Yanqiu leaned against the edge of the desk, holding a cup of hot tea. Lu Fangchi sat on a single sofa to the side.

He was summoned by Wei Zixian with a phone call.

"You're here?" Wei Yanqiu looked up.

Wei Zixian nodded, closed the door behind him, and walked to the middle.

"Dad, Mom, Sister, Fang Chi," he began, "Zhizhi is asleep. I called you all here to tell you that I'm going to propose to Zhizhi."

There was a moment of silence in the study.

Lu Fangchi's eyes lit up, and he was the first to liven things up: "We've finally waited for this day! Zixian, leave the creative part to me! I guarantee it will be romantic without being boring!"

Wei Zixian walked behind the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a thick stack of sketches and a small velvet bag.

The sketches contain initial designs for various rings, including extremely crude hand-drawn drafts and several renderings created by professional designers based on his vague descriptions.

The velvet pouch contained several high-quality loose diamonds and colored gemstone samples.

"I'd like to participate in the design of the ring myself." Wei Zixian pointed to a relatively simple design on the sketch, with an oval diamond as the main stone.

Wei Yanqiu picked up the final selected rendering and examined it carefully, nodding: "The design is elegant and unconventional. Should I contact a familiar high-end jewelry workshop and designer to refine it?"

"I've already contacted Master Chen. He'll be free next weekend, so I'll take Zhizhi there under the guise of ordering regular jewelry. I'll let her personally choose the main stone and finalize the details; that will make it more natural." Wei Zixian's plan was clearly meticulous.

"Where's the venue?" Wei's father asked.

"I have a few initial ideas," Lu Fangchi immediately replied, taking out his tablet to pull up some information. "One is to book the top floor of the gallery, which has a glass dome and offers a panoramic view of the city at night, perfect for a romantic confession."

One is a stargazing base in the suburbs, which is quite unique.

Another option is to rent a small cruise ship and propose on the river… Of course, ultimately it depends on which atmosphere Zhizhi prefers, and also the weather.

"I'd like to propose two months from now, on her birthday," Wei Zixian added. "After the proposal, we can officially start planning the wedding."

I hope the wedding can be held as soon as possible, but not hastily, with Zhizhi's preferences and comfort as the top priority.

Mother Wei said softly, "The family can start making preparations for the wedding in secret."

We'll handle the venue, hotel, banquet schedule, and guest list—all the tedious details. You just need to focus on preparing for the proposal and taking good care of Zhizhi.

Mr. Wei also said, "Your mother and I will formally inform the family. Today's family banquet is just the prelude; the rest will be a natural progression."

Wei Yanqiu closed the sketch: "I will contact the designers and some high-end venue resources to ensure the best results."

Fang Chi, you're in charge of the creative and surprising aspects, but Zi Xian must review every detail beforehand.

Lu Fangchi repeatedly assured him, "Don't worry, don't worry! It's absolutely romantic and one of a kind!"

In the study of the Wei family's old mansion, a secret meeting to prepare for a marriage proposal and wedding came to an end.

After the family dinner, life seemed to return to normal, yet something seemed to be quietly accelerating.

Wei Zixian reduced the number of times he went home for dinner on time at the end of the year, citing "many projects at the end of the year, requiring frequent business trips or overtime."

Bian Zhizhi had no suspicions and only told him to take a rest.

She herself is also immersed in several new projects on Little Tree Hole, but recently, her body has been sending some subtle signals from time to time.

I get tired easily, and even though I get enough sleep, I often feel sleepy in the afternoon.

My appetite has also changed. Foods I used to like suddenly seem greasy, and I prefer refreshing fruits and vegetables and sour things instead.

Most noticeably, my usually punctual period was delayed by almost a week.

She didn't tell Wei Zixian right away.

Firstly, she thought it might just be due to hormonal imbalance caused by being too tired lately; secondly... she wanted to confirm it herself first.

That morning, Wei Zixian got up early as usual, kissed Bian Zhizhi's forehead while she was still asleep, and whispered that he had to go to a short meeting in a neighboring city this morning and might not be able to make it back by noon.

Bian Zhizhi mumbled a reply, still somewhat dazed.

After he left, Bian Zhizhi couldn't fall asleep.

She got up, went into the bathroom attached to the master bedroom, and took out the pregnancy test she had bought at the pharmacy the day before after get off work from the inner layer of her makeup bag.

The heart pounded in the chest cavity.

She followed the instructions, then placed the pregnancy test flat on the edge of the sink, walked to the window, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her racing heart.

A few minutes felt like an eternity.

She walked back, her gaze falling on the pregnancy test results.

Two clearly defined red lines.

She is pregnant.

Her child with Wei Zixian.

She picked up the pregnancy test and looked at it several times. The corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, but her eyes welled up slightly.

She wrapped the pregnancy test in a tissue and threw it into the bathroom trash can, planning to tell Wei Zixian when she had completely calmed down.

Perhaps you could prepare a dinner, or on a weekend morning.

After washing up and changing her clothes, she went to the studio in a cheerful yet somewhat dazed mood. She worked with exceptionally high efficiency throughout the morning, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

However, plans can't keep up with changes.

Around 10 a.m., Wei Zixian had just finished a meeting in a neighboring city and was preparing to go to the next location when he received an urgent call from his assistant. He had mistakenly left a supplementary document concerning an important negotiation that afternoon in his study at home and needed to retrieve it immediately.

He had no choice but to turn back halfway.

Back at their villa, they quickly went upstairs to the study and soon found the documents.

As he passed the master bedroom, he instinctively wanted to go in and take a look, even if it was just to feel the space that still held her presence.

Pushing open the master bedroom door, the room was quiet.

He walked toward the adjacent restroom, intending to wash his face to refresh himself.

Turn on the tap, and the water splashes on your face, which invigorates you slightly.

He grabbed a towel to wipe his face, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the trash can next to him. Bian Zhizhi habitually crumpled up used tissues and threw them away. At that moment, a small corner of a colored plastic handle peeked out from a wad of white tissues at the edge of the trash can.

Wei Zixian stopped moving.

That shape, that plastic texture... he was not an ignorant teenager.

He stood there, staring at that corner, holding his breath.

Reason told him it was impolite to look through the pages without permission, but a strong, almost terrifying, suspicion drove him forward.

He hesitated for about three seconds.

Then, he reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly, and brushed aside the tissue covering it.

The pregnancy test, displaying two clear red lines, was fully exposed before his eyes.

Time seemed to stand still.

Wei Zixian stared intently at the small window and the two red bars, his mind going blank for a moment.

He straightened up abruptly, staggering slightly from the sudden movement, and grabbed the edge of the sink for support.