Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

"There's no point in saying this now."

Lu Fangchi interrupted her, his gaze still fixed on the stubborn figure in the study.

He chose this path. A path that crushed and reshaped him.

All we can do is make sure he doesn't completely exhaust himself halfway through the journey.

When the three-month period ended, Wei Zixian stood on the scale again, and the number finally returned to the lower limit of the healthy range.

He put on a suit tailored by a top tailor and stood in front of a full-length mirror.

Her shoulders were well-defined, her waist was well-proportioned, and the fabric covered her still slightly slender body, which was now covered with a thin layer of muscle.

Apart from his excessively pale complexion and the faint dark circles under his eyes from long-term sleep deprivation, he was almost unrecognizable as the emaciated, dying man who had been lying in the hospital bed three months ago.

The man in the mirror was handsome, aloof, and composed, with a sense of detachment that comes from long-held positions of power.

But when he looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes held a cold assessment.

not enough.

Far from enough.

This is just the outer shell.

*

Three years is enough time for a city to develop a new landmark, for an industry to undergo a revolution, and for a man on the verge of destruction to transform into a formidable and enigmatic figure in the business world.

With Wei Yanqiu's all-out resource support and Wei Zixian's unscrupulous operations, "Abyss Technology" rose to an astonishing speed.

Initially, it was just a bold idea focused on investing in and incubating cutting-edge technologies.

Three years later, it has quietly grown into a behemoth in multiple trending sectors, with its valuation snowballing and becoming a darling of the capital market.

Its leader, "Little Wei" Wei Zixian, has also completed a complete transformation from a sickly young master to a business leader. However, the way this transformation happened chills those in the know.

Now, he is impeccable in any public or private setting.

His demeanor is composed and dignified, and his speech is calm yet sharp, often able to pinpoint the crux of the matter amidst others' chaotic arguments.

He is frighteningly sharp-minded, has a keen eye, and makes decisive decisions. Often, before others have even figured out the direction, he has already laid out a meticulously planned strategy.

He can navigate the social scene of fame and fortune with ease, his smile perfectly balanced, neither too warm nor too cold.

He can also use the most polite tone to present the most lethal terms at the negotiating table, where huge sums of money are at stake, making the other party sign in a cold sweat, and afterwards have to admire his skills.

Various stories about him began to circulate in the circle: how the once reclusive and frail young master of the Wei family suddenly became famous, how skillful he was, how powerful his background was, and how unfathomable he was.

Some admire his decisive ability and vision, some are wary of the vast resource network of the Wei family behind him that is intertwined with "The Abyss", and some privately speculate about the secret behind his rapid rise, whether he has ventured into the gray area.

Only a very few of the closest people know what drives this near-perfect business facade and what it suppresses.

Wei Yanqiu watched as her younger brother grew more and more dazzling, and also more and more silent, more and more like a meticulously sculpted ice sculpture.

He ran Abyss Technology with great success, which also caused the stock price of Hengyuan Group to rise steadily. The old guys on the board who once questioned him are now full of praise.

But Wei Yanqiu felt no joy whatsoever, only a growing chill and a sense of powerlessness.

She could no longer touch the true emotions and thoughts beneath that perfect exterior.

Between them stood an impenetrable wall of ice.

She tried many times to apologize for pressuring Bian Zhizhi to leave back then, and to repair the rift between the siblings.

Wei Zixian's response was always the same.

"Sister, there's no need to bring up the past."

His voice was like an ice cave, and he wouldn't even look at her for a second longer. "It's fine as it is now."

It was as if that past experience that almost cost him his life was really just a trivial matter.

His private space, especially his study, was an absolute no-go zone.

Aside from the maids who go in to clean at fixed times, only his chief assistant is allowed to enter, but he only places the organized documents in the designated location in the outer room and never looks at them or asks any questions.

No one knew that behind that seemingly decorative, heavy wooden wall panel in the study was an archive that occupied the entire wall.

It doesn't contain Abyss Technology's trade secrets, but rather all the information related to "Yantong," "Bianzhizhi," and "Little Tree Hole" that has been collected over the past three years through various overt and covert channels.

Photos, audio and text reports, location data analysis, publicly available social media snippets, and even some blurry, oddly angled surveillance screenshots... all meticulously categorized to an appalling degree.

It records every step of Little Tree Hole Studio's growth from obscurity to becoming well-known in Yantong.

The record shows that name occasionally appears in the margins of local news in Yantong, or in the volunteer list for a community public welfare activity.

Records show the frequency changes of Suwan vehicles entering and leaving certain areas...

Wei Zixian rarely went to look through those piles of physical files himself.

Most of the time, he simply sits behind his desk in his study, facing multiple monitors.

Instead of stock market curves or complex project blueprints, the screen displays a real-time updated information stream. The keyword filter is set to a few unchanging phrases, and any new related information will be highlighted.

Until this day.

As usual, the chief assistant knocked on the door and entered, placing a printed briefing on the desk and speaking.

"President Wei, this is the latest development from Yantong that you've been paying close attention to."

Wei Zixian shifted his gaze from the core financial report for the next quarter that he was reviewing to the cover of the briefing.

[Yantong City Cultural and Creative Industry Office - Special Briefing]

He put down the financial report, picked up the briefing, and opened it.

Eye-catching title: [Little Tree Hole Art Therapy Studio Selected as a Key Municipal Support Project for This Year, Receives Priority Resources and Featured Promotion]

The briefing was concise and official, affirming the significant social benefits of Little Tree Hole in community art therapy and innovative public welfare models.

A brief introduction of the studio and the name of the person in charge are attached at the end of the article.

His gaze lingered on those three words for a long time.

Side branches.

A small photo of the studio's storefront was also included.

The beige signboard, with the handwritten words "Little Tree Hole" in a simple yet warm style, is next to a simple drawing of a small tree.

A small brass wind chime hangs by the door. The photo was taken on a sunny day when the sunlight was perfect, casting dappled shadows of the wind chime and the trees on the wooden door.

silence.

Wei Zixian sat motionless, sunlight streaming through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows onto him, but unable to penetrate his suddenly deep, ancient well-like eyes.