Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

"I invested in a project before, and it failed," Bian Wenbai said. "I owed the bank more than three million yuan. Later... later someone told me about a new energy project that promised quick returns. So I... borrowed some more."

"How much did you borrow?" Bian Zhizhi heard her own voice trembling.

"More than two million. Loan sharking."

Bian Wenbai's voice grew softer and softer, filled with shame.

Her vision went black, and she almost fell off the chair.

Lin Suxin quickly supported her, her hands trembling.

"Your dad just wanted to fix the hole as soon as possible, but who knew... who knew it was a trap."

Lin Suxin's voice trembled with tears, but she dared not actually cry. "That money, the interest alone amounts to tens of thousands a month. Our salary cards have been frozen for a long time, and now we even have to pay in cash for groceries."

"Those 'less formal' ones, their interest rates must be very high, right? Was it them who called today?" Bian Zhizhi asked.

The silence of both parents is tantamount to acquiescence.

Bian Zhizhi looked at her parents' haggard faces and said, "Dad, Mom, don't worry. I'm back. I'll figure out how to pay back the money."

"I have over $50,000 in my account," she said, "which is about 300,000 RMB, just in case."

"No. That's your money, the money you worked hard for seven years to save up. You can't touch it."

Why not?

"Because... it's my fault as a father, my own fault, how could I possibly drag you down with me?!"

His voice trembled as he finished speaking.

"How is it a burden? We're family. I've studied for seven years, learned so much, isn't this exactly what I'm going to use? Trust me, I can make money."

She spoke with great confidence, but she was clearly unsure of herself.

Art therapy is still an emerging field in China, and she had no idea how many people were willing to pay for it.

But she had to say it now, she had to reassure the two people in front of her.

At night, Bian Zhizhi lay on the small bed she had slept in for more than ten years, staring at the ceiling.

The neon lights of the city outside the window seeped in through the gaps in the curtains that weren't fully drawn.

Her mind was filled with those 5.78 million, repeating them over and over again.

The enormous debt weighed on her chest like a boulder, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

At two in the morning, she got up and rummaged through her suitcase to find her laptop.

She logged into several high-end domestic psychological counseling and art therapy platforms and began filling out her information.

"Bian Zhizhi, 26 years old, graduated from New York University with a master's degree in art therapy."

She won the Emerging Talent Award at the International Art Therapy Competition…

Name, age, education, awards, typed in word by word.

She paused in the "Awards" section, bolded the words "Emerging Talent Award," and added "Successful case of treatment for a child with severe autism spectrum disorder."

She needs to attract customers willing to pay high fees as soon as possible.

A regular psychological consultation costs several hundred yuan per hour, and she'll have to wait until she retires to pay off the 5.78 million yuan.

She must use her professional expertise to find a "shortcut".

Unbeknownst to her, the moment she clicked "Publish," a team on the other end of the network had already set up relevant keyword scraping.

The top-floor office of the Wei Group headquarters.

Wei Yanqiu sat behind his desk, several documents spread out in front of him.

She wore a black suit skirt, the cut was sharp, and her makeup was exquisite and just right. Sitting there, she exuded an undeniable aura of authority.

She had just finished a meeting.

Assistant Zhou Lin knocked lightly on the door and entered, placing a newly printed document on her desk.

"Mr. Wei, as per your request, we have set up keyword alerts on several high-end healing and psychological counseling platforms."

This was just triggered, and I think it might meet your criteria for finding a therapist for your young master.

Wei Yanqiu looked up, not immediately reaching for the documents: "Get to the point."

In short, time is a precious resource for her.

"Bian Zhizhi, 26 years old, female, returned overseas with a master's degree in art therapy, has award-winning experience, and her professional field includes autism spectrum disorder."

The platform information shows that she has just returned to China and is actively seeking job opportunities.

Preliminary background checks indicate that her father, Bian Wenbo, is a doctoral supervisor at University A, and her mother is a music teacher. The family was originally well-off, but recently suffered business failures and is heavily in debt. She urgently needs money.

"I urgently need money..." Wei Yanqiu repeated softly, tapping his fingertip on the table.

In her view, this is not a flaw, but rather her greatest strength.

People who desperately need money are more motivated to complete tasks regardless of the consequences, and are also more likely to use money to control and restrain themselves.

Simple, direct, and effective.

She picked up Bian Zhizhi's information and browsed through it.

The girl in the photo has a sweet smile and clear eyes, like a little sun.

The professional resume is impressive, and the awards are not some obscure ones, but rather internationally recognized awards with high industry standing.

The overseas background and the diversity of art therapy might elicit a different reaction from Zixian's closed world.

The so-called experts we invited before, who were too rigid and only knew how to follow textbooks, could hardly even get within three meters of him.

Most importantly, she had no roots or connections, was burdened by a heavy family, and had simple social relationships.

Such people are easy to get rid of once you've used them; they won't leave any trouble behind.

"Contact her." Wei Yanqiu put down the documents, her tone decisive.

"Let's set a time to meet her in person. The place... let's meet at 'He Xia' Cafe."

"Yes, Mr. Wei," Zhou Lin replied, immediately turning to get to work.

*

The next morning, Bian Zhizhi was woken up by a phone call.

She answered the phone groggily, and before she could even speak, a polite male voice came from the other end.

"Hello Ms. Bian, I am Zhou Lin, Assistant to the President of Hengyuan Group. We have noticed your information on the professional platform and are very interested in your background. Ms. Wei Yanqiu hopes to meet with you to discuss a cooperation opportunity in detail."

Bian Zhizhi's drowsiness vanished instantly.

Hengyuan Group.

Wei Yanqiu.

A behemoth known to everyone in Sheng'an City, with industries spanning real estate, finance, and technology.

Wei Yanqiu is even more legendary. He took over the family business at the age of thirty and tripled the group's market value in three years. He is a frequent guest on financial magazines.

What kind of cooperation could she possibly discuss with me?

Art therapy?

That's a huge leap.

"Excuse me... what kind of cooperation is it about?" She tried to keep her voice calm.

"Mr. Wei will personally discuss the specifics with you after our meeting. The time is set for 3 PM tomorrow at the 'He Xia' coffee shop. Is that convenient for you?"

The other party didn't give her any room to refuse or ask any questions; they directly set the time and place.

"It's convenient," she said.

"Okay, a driver will pick you up then." Zhou Lin paused.

"Ms. Bian, this is a very rare opportunity, I hope you will seize it."

After hanging up the phone, Bian Zhizhi stared blankly at her phone screen for a while.

The opportunity came too quickly and too suddenly, which made her wary and feel like she was walking on clouds, which felt somewhat unreal.

But thinking of her parents' worried faces and the relentless calls about debt, she gritted her teeth.

Regardless, this is an opportunity she must seize.