Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

She poured all her energy into it, watching the number of children helped by "Little Tree Hole" grow from just a few to dozens, and then hundreds.

Watching those tightly closed hearts quietly open because of a painting, a sand table, or a safe conversation.

The sense of accomplishment was real, and it sustained her through many long nights alone.

The brighter one is in public, the quieter one is in private.

After his surgery, Bian Wenbai's vocal cords recovered well. Although he can no longer give lectures as before, he can communicate normally without much difficulty. He was even rehired by the community's senior university to teach calligraphy and is full of energy.

The mother, Lin Suxin, took care of most of the housework and kept the house in perfect order.

Home is a warm harbor, and her parents treat her very well.

They were so close that even when urging each other to get married, they did so with a cautious, tentative approach.

"Zhizhi, Aunt Wang downstairs asked me today, 'Your daughter is so outstanding, you must have a lot of suitors, right?'"

While peeling an orange, Lin Suxin casually remarked, "I told her my daughter is busy with her career, there's no rush."

Bian Wenbai was reading the newspaper beside him. Hearing this, he glanced at his daughter, then lowered his eyes again and said nothing.

He was more perceptive than his wife, able to sense something beneath his daughter's calm surface.

Bian Zhizhi was helping her mother tidy up the clothes she had hung out to dry when she heard this. Her fingers paused for a moment, and then she naturally took over the conversation: "Mom, I'm really doing fine now."

The studio is just getting started, and there's so much to do. Your good health and Dad's is my greatest blessing.

As for the rest, let nature take its course.

Lin Suxin popped a segment of orange into her mouth, sighed, and ultimately didn't continue: "Your happiness is the most important thing. But... sometimes, isn't it too lonely being alone?"

Bian Zhizhi chewed on a sweet and sour orange segment, smiled, and didn't answer.

Are you lonely?

maybe.

It's not that no one tried to get close to her, it's just that she couldn't help but compare other people to that unspeakable person in her heart.

Among the partners was an architect named Chen Yu, who had returned from studying abroad. He was outstanding in both appearance and qualifications. After meeting Su Wan, he pursued her earnestly for more than half a year.

Su Wan privately advised, "Zhizhi, Chen Yu is a really good person. You should move on."

Bian Zhizhi remained silent for a long time, then shook her head: "Wanwan, I know he's good. But I feel like I have no strength left."

She wasn't making a comparison intentionally; all her perceptions of temperature seemed to be frozen in the past, frozen on that name.

Any warmth offered by those who come later seems superficial and fails to truly touch the core.

She lived her life like an island with beautiful scenery, yet refused to allow any ships to permanently dock there.

By day, she is "Teacher Bian" and "Person in Charge Bian," professional, reliable, and full of empathy.

Occasionally, when working late at night, she would unconsciously open her browser, pause her fingertip over the search box, and then quickly close it.

She tried not to search for that name, but she couldn't help but scan any news headlines related to "Sheng'an City" or "Hengyuan Group".

No, there's nothing at all.

That name seems to have vanished completely.

She couldn't tell if she felt relieved, or... something else.

It's as if the most intense part of life has been taken away, and no matter how stable it is, what remains seems somewhat thin.

Only once did she glimpse the abbreviation "WZX" in the acknowledgments at the end of an extremely professional industry analysis report.

My heart was pounding. I stared at those three letters for a full minute until my eyes started to ache, then I closed the page with a self-deprecating laugh.

It's just an abbreviation, a coincidence.

She thought life would continue like this, moving forward along the path she had rationally charted.

Until the good news of a "national-level support project" came.

The Little Tree Hole team was overjoyed.

Being selected for a national-level project means more funding, a broader platform, and more authoritative recognition, enabling them to promote their ideas and models nationwide and help countless similar children and families.

This is a dream that the team has been striving for for many years.

At the celebration banquet, everyone raised their glasses in toasts and talked about the future.

Bian Zhizhi, as the core, was surrounded in the middle, with a genuine smile on her face.

She was genuinely happy—for the studio, for her colleagues, and for the children who might benefit from this in the future.

However, when the final documents containing the project team's detailed information and the list of partners were delivered to her, Bian Zhizhi's face drained of color.

She sat in her office chair, watching the children laughing and playing in the yard outside the window, bathed in bright sunshine.

The words are written in black and white, and are perfectly clear.

Project Name: "Starlight Project" - National Youth Psychological and Artistic Healing Construction (Pilot Project).

Core Implementer: Yantong City Little Tree Hole Art Therapy Studio

Deeply involved and major investor: Deep Abyss Technology

Project Contact Person: Wei Zixian

The cheers and discussions in the conference room suddenly seemed distant, as if they were coming through thick glass.

"...That's amazing! It's Abyss Technology! I've read the reports; they're definitely a leader in AI and immersive technology!"

"With their technical and resource support, our envisioned virtual healing garden project will definitely come to fruition!"

"Sister Zhizhi, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You look terrible."

Her assistant, Xiaolu, pulled her back to reality with her concerned voice.

Bian Zhizhi suddenly came to her senses and found herself breathing rapidly and feeling a tightness in her chest.

She forced herself to give an extremely strained smile, her voice hoarse.

"No...it's nothing. I probably just didn't sleep well last night, and with all this good news, I was a little...too excited."

She made an excuse to go to the restroom and practically fled the office.

Only in an empty cubicle did she allow herself to tremble.

It's him.

It's really him.

It's not a coincidence, it's not a case of sharing the same name.

"Abyss Technology"... So this is the result of his three-year transformation.

The project contact person is Wei Zixian.

She dared not delve into the implications behind those three seemingly casual words.

My first thought was: quit.

Exit this project immediately.

Even if it means losing money, even if it means losing credibility, even if it means disappointing everyone.

But the thought only lasted a few seconds.

This is a national-level project, and the signing is imminent, attracting widespread attention.

Her temporary withdrawal as the core executor was not only a breach of contract, but also pushed the team's years of hard work and the children waiting for help off a cliff.

She can't do that.

This is an open conspiracy.

He knew she wouldn't run away, that she wouldn't abandon her "little tree hole" and those responsibilities.

She splashed cold water on her face, looked at her pale reflection in the mirror, and took a few deep breaths.

We must not act rashly.

Not at least not now.

All the weight pressed heavily on her heart.

She can't be so selfish.

Driven by personal fear, he destroyed the hard work of so many people and ruined an opportunity that could have benefited countless children.

She returned to her office, trying to maintain a semblance of calm, and even participated in discussions about the details of the next steps in connecting with investors.