Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

"No obvious history of malicious acquisitions, bad business records, or legal disputes could be found."

Su Wan frowned as she looked through the comprehensive report sent by her friends who were private investigators and business investigators.

"The cash flow of See Light is ridiculously healthy, entirely supplied by its parent company, and the parent company's cash flow is frighteningly abundant."

I had the contract reviewed three times by my top legal team. The terms themselves were so clean that there wasn't a single hidden legal trap or vague wording to be found...

In fact, many of the clauses clearly restrict Miguang's own rights, maximizing the protection of Xiaoshudong's interests.

She looked up at Bian Zhizhi.

"Zhizhi, there are two possibilities. Either the other party is a true idealist and technological pioneer with passion, vision, and who doesn't care about short-term commercial returns, and choosing you is both fate and foresight. Or..."

"Yes," Bian Zhizhi chimed in.

"Their goal is not any of the commercial returns written in this contract."

Or rather, the "reward" they want isn't on paper at all, but rather... something outside the contract.

The two looked at each other and saw deep doubt and a hint of unease in each other's eyes.

The feeling is like seeing a blurry shadow slowly moving beneath the calm surface of a lake.

"So... should we sign it or not?" Su Wan asked, knowing what the little tree hole meant to Bian Zhizhi.

Bian Zhizhi stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the small courtyard where children were creating outdoor graffiti under the guidance of teachers and volunteers.

On those little faces that had lost their expression due to various psychological difficulties, smiles and the courage to express themselves began to appear more and more often.

Little Tree Hole has grown from having only her, one part-time teacher, and three to five children to now having four full-time teachers and two professional consultants, steadily receiving twenty to thirty families every week, and has also received cooperation invitations from nearby communities and two primary schools.

There wasn't enough space, the equipment was outdated, and many of her new projects that she envisioned to better help children were shelved due to funding and technical limitations.

This contract is like a timely rain, solving all the pressing difficulties and enabling Little Tree Hole to help more children go further and more steadily.

The worry on her mother's face also faded a lot as the studio gradually improved, and she began to have her own life.

Life seems to be moving along a new track.

However, that lingering sense of vigilance remained in my heart.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, there was determination in her eyes.

"Sign." She turned around.

"For the sake of the children, and for the Little Tree Hole to continue to exist and develop, we cannot give up this opportunity because of some inexplicable fear."

This could truly be a rare opportunity.

She walked back to the table and placed her finger on the contract.

"However, we must be more careful and extremely vigilant. All processes involving contact with Seeking Light, financial transactions, and project progress must be completely open, transparent, and documented."

Wanwan, you have a lot of connections in Yantong, so keep an eye on them for me, especially that Abyss Technology behind them and that mysterious CEO Wei. If you find out that they are…”

She didn't finish her sentence, but Su Wan knew that Bian Zhizhi wanted to say that if she found out that the person who helped her was Wei Zixian, she would definitely give up everything again and run away.

Su Wan nodded and took her hand.

"Don't worry, Zhizhi. As long as I, Su Wan, am here in Yantong, I will never let anything happen to you and Xiaoshudong. I will use all my connections to keep a close eye on them."

*

The project signing ceremony and cooperation launch event are scheduled for next week at the Yan Hui Art Center, a cultural landmark in Yantong City.

As the project's initiator, core content provider, and the studio's sole legal representative, Bian Zhizhi was required to attend.

The formal invitation, featuring a subtle gold foil design, was delivered to Wei Zixian's office by a representative from Miguang Technology.

He had just finished a meeting, and the data charts from the heated debate still lingered on the screen.

After dismissing the others, the office returned to absolute silence.

He turned around, his gaze falling on the invitation his assistant had placed on the corner of the table.

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm golden halo over the exquisite cover, but it did nothing to soothe the turbulent emotions that had been suppressed in his eyes for three years.

He reached out and ran his fingertips across the surface of the invitation, his movements slow and almost reverent.

He opened it.

Inside page, guest name section.

Side branches.

The three characters were neatly printed there.

Every meticulously planned change over the past three years, every painful period of self-suppression and rebuilding, all the "normal" facades worn on my body...

All the images flowed back and forth wildly, intertwining, and finally converged before my eyes on these three simple yet incredibly weighty words.

The corners of his mouth gradually turned upwards.

He gently closed the invitation and slowly placed it in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, close to his left chest, where his heart was pounding with unprecedented force.

On my fingertips, the ethereal touch of that name still seemed to linger through the paper.

He stepped forward, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the city below, a vast capital game he controlled.

As the neon lights begin to illuminate the scene, the traffic flows like a cascading silver river, a dazzling spectacle, yet cold and indifferent.

But his gaze had already pierced through this false prosperity, traversed the long years of longing and waiting, and turned to that southern city, the place where he would soon be reunited with his family.

"elder sister……"

His murmurs echoed in the office, along with a frenzied determination to succeed.

"We will be reunited soon."

This time, I've become "normal" for you.

This time, I have enough strength and a proper reason to stand before you.

This time...

His deep eyes and that unsettling smile were reflected in the windowpane.

I will never let you leave again.

forever.

*

Three years is enough for a city to forget many old stories, and enough for a name to go from obscurity to brilliance in a certain circle.

In the intersection of art and public welfare in Yantong, Bian Zhizhi and her "Little Tree Hole" studio have become a prominent presence in recent years.

From its humble beginnings as a hidden corner of the community to its current status as an art therapy brand with an independent two-story building, a professional team, and provincial and even national recognition, "Little Tree Hole" has made solid progress.

Bian Zhizhi has become a model of success in a certain sense.

Media reports often refer to Bian Zhizhi as a "spiritual beacon," and she certainly deserves this praise.

From the initial small room that could only accommodate a few children, to now having an independent two-story building and a professional team, and even obtaining provincial and national certifications, every step has been taken solidly.

Her career is both her armor and her fortress.