Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Wei Zixian had arranged the concert well in advance, but things didn't go as planned. The Wei family banquet came first, and they returned to Sheng'an City to attend it.

The Wei family's banquet was scheduled for the end of October, when the autumn colors were at their strongest.

The location is the Wei family's old residence, a traditional Chinese courtyard that has been repaired and maintained over several generations.

Bian Zhizhi sat in the car heading to the old house, wearing a cheongsam that Wei Zixian had asked a master tailor to make for her in advance.

The colors are elegant and the design is simple and generous, without being vulgar at all, but rather exuding a scholarly air.

Her long hair was tied into a simple bun at the back of her head and secured with a mutton fat jade hairpin. Her earlobes were adorned with matching jade bead earrings, with no other decorations.

He held Bian Zhizhi's hand the whole way.

"Nervous?" Bian Zhizhi turned her head to look at him and asked softly.

Her own heart was actually beating slightly faster than usual.

"A little," Wei Zixian admitted honestly, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her hand, "I was afraid they weren't attentive enough and made you feel uncomfortable."

The car drove through the side gate of the old house, passed through a stone path shaded by bamboo, and stopped in front of a moon gate.

A butler was already waiting and led them inside.

The banquet was held in the main hall in the backyard, and most of the guests had already arrived, including men, women, and children.

Beside them was an elderly man in a wheelchair, none other than the pillar of the Wei family, Old Master Wei.

Wei Yanqiu, dressed in a beige pantsuit, stood behind the old man's wheelchair. When she saw them come in, she gave them a look from afar.

Wei Zixian, holding Bian Zhizhi's hand, stepped forward steadily and greeted his grandfather and parents in turn.

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, Sister, this is Zhizhi."

Following the etiquette Wei Zixian had instructed her on beforehand, Bian Zhizhi bowed slightly and greeted him: "Hello, Grandpa, Uncle and Aunt, Mr. Wei."

Grandpa Wei squinted and looked Bian Zhizhi up and down. After a while, he slowly nodded: "Hmm, it's good that you're here. Zixian has good taste."

This is a very high level of recognition.

Mr. Wei nodded slightly: "Welcome."

His gaze lingered on Bian Zhizhi for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said, "Don't be shy."

Mother Wei stepped forward, her smile becoming much more genuine. She took Bian Zhizhi's hand and said gently.

"Good boy, you must be tired from the journey. Sit down and rest. Zixian has mentioned you to us many times, and we're finally meeting you today."

Her gentle tone softened some of the awkwardness of their first meeting.

At this moment, Wei Yanqiu pushed the old man's wheelchair forward a little, while he himself walked to Bian Zhizhi's side and handed her a simple and elegant sandalwood box.

"Zhizhi, welcome to the Wei family. This is what Grandma passed down to Mom, and Mom asked me to give it to you today."

When the wooden box was opened, inside was a jade bracelet with a bright, emerald green color, clearly an old, heirloom item.

The significance of this gift far outweighs its monetary value.

Bian Zhizhi felt a chill run down her spine, realizing that this was the Wei family's formal recognition and acceptance of her identity.

She looked at Wei's mother, who smiled and nodded at her.

Bian Zhizhi accepted the wooden box with both hands, but did not put it on immediately. Instead, she said sincerely, "Thank you, Auntie. Thank you, Mr. Wei. This is such a precious gift."

"Just keep it," Wei Yanqiu patted her shoulder. "You'll have to wear it sooner or later."

This scene elicited various thoughts from the people in the hall.

The main branch's attitude is now clear.

The family dinner began, and everyone took their seats in order.

Bian Zhizhi was placed next to Wei Zixian, right next to Wei's mother.

During the meal, there were naturally many scrutinizing glances from relatives, especially several older aunts and maternal aunts, whose eyes seemed to casually sweep over Bian Zhizhi, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones.

"I heard you come from an ordinary family?"

"It seems like you've opened a small studio? Teaching kids to draw?"

"Zixian, how come he's so picky... He didn't like either of the daughters of Chairman Li or the niece of Minister Wang that we introduced to him before."

"She's alright looking, and her demeanor is passable, but her family background..."

Although the murmurs were low, in the relatively quiet moments, a few inevitably drifted into my ears.

Wei Zixian tightened his grip on the wine glass, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Bian Zhizhi seemed not to hear, focusing only on answering the questions from Wei's mother and Wei Yanqiu. She spoke about her studio and recent collaborative projects with substance, neither boasting nor belittling herself, gradually changing the prejudiced gazes of some.

Grandpa Wei would occasionally interject with questions about her views on certain traditional arts, and Bian Zhizhi would give insightful answers, which would make the old man nod repeatedly.

"Not bad, he doesn't seem like someone who only knows about romance and poetry." The old man whispered to Wei's father beside him.

As the banquet progressed, the atmosphere appeared harmonious, but undercurrents were still surging beneath the surface.

An aunt sitting a little further away suddenly smiled and raised her voice, "Zixian, look at you now, you've achieved success in your career and your marriage is settled. Your aunt is truly happy for you."

Speaking of which, my niece Linlin just returned from studying in the UK, majoring in arts management. Perhaps she and Miss Bian would have something in common? I'll introduce them sometime; young people should make friends, after all.

These words sound well-intentioned, but mentioning one's own niece of marriageable age in this setting, who clearly has marriage potential, reveals an unmistakable intention to probe and even subtly belittle Bian Zhizhi's social circle.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Wei Zixian put down his chopsticks, his face expressionless. He turned his head slightly to look at his aunt, his calm gaze causing the aunt's smile to freeze.

Before he could even speak, Wei Yanqiu had already put down his spoon.

She picked up a napkin, slowly wiped her mouth, and looked up at her aunt with a faint smile.

"Third Aunt, thank you for your concern. However, Zhizhi is currently working with a professor from the Academy of Fine Arts on a rather important intangible cultural heritage project, so she probably won't have time to socialize or stroll around."

As for Linlin, arts management is a good major, but I heard she prefers fashion parties and jewelry appreciation?

The depth of her research might be different from Zhizhi's. Making friends is about compatibility, so let's not force it.

These words, though seemingly gentle, were actually quite sharp. They both elevated Bian Zhizhi's image and implied that the other party's niece's interests were superficial, ultimately effectively blocking any possibility of getting to know her.

The aunt's face flushed red and then turned pale, and she said awkwardly, "Yanqiu is right..."

At this moment, Wei's father also spoke up: "We are very satisfied with Zixian and Zhizhi's situation."

"Zhizhi is a good girl, capable and thoughtful. She and Zixian support each other very well." He raised his glass. "Today is a family dinner, so let's not talk about anything else."

Mother Wei smiled and personally placed a piece of food into Bian Zhizhi's bowl: "Zhizhi, try this. It was specially made in the kitchen. See if you like it."

The core members of the main branch were united and firm in their stance, and the collateral branches, who had previously harbored some ulterior motives, immediately fell silent.

The atmosphere only truly eased during the subsequent banquet.

Before leaving, Wei Zixian held Bian Zhizhi's hand. Wei Zixian didn't say much, but he tightened his grip on Bian Zhizhi's hand and calmly swept his gaze across the room.

"Zhizhi will be coming often from now on," he said casually. "She's not very familiar with the rules of the old house, so please take good care of her."

He nodded slightly after speaking.

There was no impassioned declaration, but everyone understood the unspoken words.

The old man looked at him, then glanced at Bian Zhizhi, which he held firmly in his hand, and slowly nodded.

This single movement was like a silent thunderclap.

Several elders, who had previously displayed various expressions, quietly averted their gazes.

Everyone understood that from the moment the old man tacitly approved, Bian Zhizhi's status in the family was clear to everyone.