Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

She immediately returned to her computer and searched for more detailed information about the Wei family and Hengyuan Group.

There isn't much publicly available information. The Wei family has always maintained a low profile. All that's known is that the old man is quite old and basically doesn't manage things anymore. The group's affairs are mainly handled by his eldest granddaughter, Wei Yanqiu.

Information about Wei Zixian, the young master of the Wei family, is almost non-existent. There are only scattered rumors that he is in poor health, has a reclusive personality, lives a secluded life, and never appears in public.

"Cooperation...healing...could the target be him?"

Bian Zhizhi seemed to be deep in thought, her suspicions basically confirmed.

She went out of her room and announced the good news to her parents, who were in the living room.

"Dad, Mom, I have good news. I think I landed a big deal. The client is very capable, and they want to meet with me tomorrow."

"Really? What kind of order?" Lin Suxin asked immediately.

"It's... a long-term private healing project. The client has requested confidentiality, so I can't go into details yet."

Bian Zhizhi carefully chose her words, "However, if it works out, we should be able to pay off the debt."

"Really?" Bian Wenbo looked up and asked.

"Of course it's true, would I lie to you?" Her expression was so certain that her parents were stunned and looked at each other in disbelief.

"Zhizhi, what kind of project can offer so much? Could there be... a problem?"

Bian Wenbai frowned. "Who is this person? Is he reliable?"

"Dad, don't worry, it's a reputable large company, Hengyuan Group. You should have heard of it."

The project involves providing private health management for a senior executive, which includes art therapy—precisely within my area of ​​expertise.

Avoid the important and focus on the trivial.

"They value my professional skills and background. It's okay, I know what I'm doing."

Lin Suxin held her daughter's hand.

"Zhizhi, no amount of money is more important than your safety. If you feel something's wrong, we won't do it, okay? Mom and Dad will think of something else..."

"Mom, it's really nothing. It's just a job." Bian Zhizhi held her mother's hand and patted it reassuringly.

"I'll go talk to them tomorrow and I'll know the specifics. Maybe I'll even need to live with my employer in the future for work convenience."

"Living at home?" Bian Wenbo frowned even more.

"Yes, some high-end private services operate this way to ensure responsiveness at any time. Don't worry, wait for my good news."

That night, Bian Wenbo tossed and turned in bed, lowering his voice to speak to his wife.

"Suxin, I still feel uneasy. This is no ordinary job."

Hengyuan Group...that's a true powerhouse. Zhizhi is just a recent graduate, I'm afraid...

Lin Suxin sighed: "I'm scared too... but look at Zhizhi today. This child is like you, stubborn."

Moreover, what she said makes sense; perhaps her expertise is worth that much?

Let's not scare ourselves. Let's wait until she comes back tomorrow and ask her what's going on.

If she really goes to her hostel, we'll call her every day to make sure she's safe.

"It's all my fault... I'm useless, I've dragged the child down with me..."

"Stop talking, Lao Bian, go to sleep. Tomorrow, wait for Zhizhi's news."

The next day, Bian Zhizhi specially chose a beige dress that looked both professional and approachable, and put on light makeup.

At 2:30 p.m., a black sedan stopped downstairs.

The driver opened the car door for her: "Ms. Bian, please."

The car drove toward the tallest office building in the city center.

This café is located on the top floor of a top-tier office building, offering a private and elegant environment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bustling city. The prices are astonishing.

The café has a small storefront, but it is decorated very elegantly.

The main gate is made of natural wood, with only a small bronze plaque at the entrance bearing the words "He Xia".

Through the glass window, you can see that the store is empty at the moment, as if it has been booked out. However, since the person we are going to entertain today is Wei Yanqiu, then all of this is normal.

As Bian Zhizhi approached the coffee shop, a waiter saw her and immediately came forward: "Ms. Bian? Mr. Wei is already waiting for you."

Bian Zhizhi followed her inside.

The café is much larger inside than it appears from the outside, and the window seats offer a fantastic view, with the entire city below you.

From afar, she could see a woman in an expensive suit looking down at a tablet in a booth.

Sensing the person who came, she raised her head and looked Bian Zhizhi up and down without any politeness.

"Miss Bian? Please have a seat." Wei Yanqiu's words carried an air of pressure.

"Hello, Mr. Wei."

Bian Zhizhi sat down opposite her, her back ramrod straight, trying her best to remain calm.

She kept mentally rehearsing the possible conversation scenarios, reminding herself to remain professional.

The waiter served lemonade and then quietly withdrew.

Zhou Lin sat quietly in another booth not far away, able to respond at any time without disturbing the conversation.

Wei Yanqiu skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"I've seen your profile, Ms. Bian. You're excellent, especially your background in art therapy."

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Wei."

"I need a professional art therapist to provide long-term healing services for my younger brother, Wei Zixian."

Sure enough it was him.

Bian Zhizhi thought to herself.

"Could you tell me more about Mr. Wei's current situation and his expectations for healing?" she asked cautiously.

Wei Yanqiu picked up the black coffee that the waiter had just brought and took a sip.

"Zixian's situation is rather special. He has selective mutism and autism."

Most of the time, he refused to communicate with the outside world, living in his own world. We tried many methods, but with little effect.

Selective silence.

Bian Zhizhi quickly assessed the situation in her mind.

This is indeed a very challenging case, requiring immense patience and long-term commitment.

But this also means that the compensation will not be low.

"Mr. Wei, may I ask about Young Master Wei's current situation? For example, his...?"

"His specific situation will be explained to you in detail after you sign the contract."

Wei Yanqiu interrupted her.

"What I need to know now is whether you can accept this job."

"Mr. Wei, these kinds of situations require building trust, which can take a long time..."

"I know what I need," Wei Yanqiu interrupted her again.

"I didn't call you here to listen to theories. I want results."

The goal is to help him improve, at least to reduce anxiety attacks and enable him to engage in minimal social interaction when necessary.

She paused for a moment, then added, "For example, attending an important family event."

Bian Zhizhi understood.

What the Wei family needs is not a cure, but something that is "usable".

This way, the younger brother can show up at crucial moments and prevent the family from losing face.

This goal sounds simple, but it is extremely difficult for a patient who chooses to isolate themselves.

"As for the compensation,"

Wei Yanqiu put down his coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and uttered the number that made Bian Zhizhi's heart stop.

"The contract is for six months. The down payment is ten million. If my expected goals are achieved, there will be a substantial reward later."

A ten million prepayment!

Bian Zhizhi's breathing faltered.

This amount is enough to pay off all the family's debts and allow the parents to enjoy their later years in peace.

Her hands, which were resting on her knees, clenched involuntarily.