Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi's heart stirred slightly.

She realized that the impact of this incident might extend far beyond her relationship with Wei Yanqiu, and even beyond her relationship with Wei Zixian.

The other "residents" of this silent fortress also seem to be subtly changing their views on her.

After they finished tidying up and the maid left, Bian Zhizhi walked to the window and looked at the still gray sky outside.

The storm has passed for now.

But she knew that the real challenge might have just begun.

She only managed to crack a tiny crack in Wei Zixian's closed heart by sheer luck.

The question is how to widen this gap, and how to truly get closer to him without breaking the rules.

It was a longer and more difficult road that lay before her.

She hummed the tune of the nursery rhyme she had just heard, very softly, so softly that only she could hear it.

Meanwhile, in the room on the east side of the second floor, Wei Zixian sat on the edge of the bed, the family doctor having already left after his examination.

Butler Li helped him change into his pajamas.

He looked down at his hand, which had been covered by the branches, and there seemed to be a lingering...not unpleasant sensation on it.

He twitched his fingertips slightly.

After that day, Bian Zhizhi did not see Wei Zixian for three days.

Butler Li said he "needs to rest," and the doctor comes every day.

During these three days, her movements were strictly limited to the annex building.

Whether it's the garden, the library, or even just wanting to stand a little longer outside her room for some fresh air, a maid will immediately appear and politely ask her to go back to her room.

The servants' gazes returned to their initial indifference, and the young maid never appeared again.

Bian Zhizhi even wondered if it was just her imagination that day.

Outside the window, the autumn rain continued incessantly; the gloomy sky and the damp courtyard mirrored her current mood.

Bian Zhizhi's phone lay on the table, the screen occasionally lighting up, but it was always a text message of concern from her parents or a missed call notification.

Each time, she could only force a smile and reply, "I'm fine," before sinking back into endless anxiety.

"Was I scaring him? Or did that touch really have the opposite effect?" Bian Zhizhi couldn't help but wonder.

Meanwhile, at the Hengyuan Group headquarters, in the top-floor office.

Wei Yanqiu rubbed his throbbing temples.

Zhou Lin placed a cup of black coffee beside her.

"Mr. Wei, the draft agenda for next month's board meeting has been sent to your email."

Regarding...whether the young master needs to attend the event, the uncles have called again to inquire.

Zhou Lin spoke cautiously.

Wei Yanqiu picked up her coffee: "Tell them that Zixian will be there."

"But, what if..."

"There's no 'what if'," Wei Yanqiu interrupted him.

"Although the old man is no longer involved in affairs, the clause that 'core members must participate in family affairs regularly and demonstrate responsibility' is not just for show."

The longer Zixian was absent, the more active the second and third wives became.

We must acquire that stake; it's crucial to Zixian and me having a say in the group in the future.

Her tone turned somewhat cold.

"I can't count on my parents. I just want them to enjoy themselves abroad and not cause any trouble."

She had to make her brother "normal," even if only superficially.

Her parents could stay out of it and enjoy life, but she couldn't.

Zixian is her responsibility, but also her weakness.

Bian Zhizhi is currently the most promising move.

On the seventh night, as the rain subsided, the housekeeper, Li, unusually took the initiative to knock on her door.

"Miss Bian," he said, standing at the doorway with no intention of coming in, "starting tomorrow, you'll resume work."

"He..." Bian Zhizhi couldn't help but start to speak, then quickly swallowed her words back, "Is the young master's condition stable?"

"That's not something you should be asking." Butler Li handed her a tablet.

"But Miss asked me to convey that the young master needs to attend the family board meeting next month for ten minutes. This is your most important goal at this stage."

The tablet screen displays a schedule, with dates circled in red, indicating that there are still 21 days until now.

"Ten minutes?" Bian Zhizhi looked at the red circle. "In front of how many people?"

"Twenty-seven. Core members of the family," Butler Li added.

"Young Master hasn't attended any family events for five years. The eldest young lady says this is the ultimate test of whether your 'best choice' is effective."

Bian Zhizhi gripped the edge of the flat plate tightly.

"I see."

After Butler Li left, Bian Zhizhi slumped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Ten minutes, twenty-seven people... This is almost an impossible task.

Spending ten minutes in such a crowded and unfamiliar environment would be nothing short of torture for him.

"We must find more effective ways to build stronger connections and trust, even... dependence?"

The thought startled even herself.

Dependence is dangerous, especially in her employment relationship with Wei Zixian.

But it seems there is no other way to go.

She needed to understand him better, to understand his true likes and fears beneath those rules.

Lu Fangchi appeared on a rainy day.

That morning, Wei Zixian did not appear in the activity room as usual. Butler Li only vaguely informed him that "Young Master needs to adjust today and his treatment will be suspended."

Bian Zhizhi stared blankly at the sofa in the empty activity room for two hours, her mood as gloomy as the weather outside the window.

In the afternoon, the rain intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the glass dome with a series of loud thuds.

The entire house trembled under the noise, and the servants noticeably quickened their pace, their faces filled with suppressed panic.

"This sound will make the young master uncomfortable."

An older maid whispered to another at the corner of the hallway, "Quickly close all the doors and windows tightly."

Bian Zhizhi stopped in her tracks.

She remembered that Butler Li had said that Wei Zixian disliked sharp noises.

She turned and walked toward the activity room, but bumped into someone at the end of the corridor.

"Ouch!" The other person was a young man, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, his hair plastered to his forehead by the rain, and he was carrying a dripping paper bag.

"Watch where you're going, miss."

Bian Zhizhi subconsciously took a step back and hugged her tool bag tightly: "I'm sorry."

"Hiss—" The man looked her over, his eyes narrowing.

"A new face. Someone new here? Wait, someone hanging around the annex at this hour... could it be that...?"

He took a step closer and lowered his voice, "A healer?"

This distance exceeds the safety line.

The branch retreated further, its back pressed against the wall.

"Hey, don't be nervous," the man laughed, revealing a set of white teeth.

"My name is Lu Fangchi, Wei Zixian's only and most handsome childhood friend."

He's practically the only living person in this house, besides his sister, who can speak to him "normally"—oh wait, now with you included, he's one of only three.

He reached out his hand, but seeing that Bian Zhizhi didn't respond, he naturally withdrew it and patted his forehead.

"Look at me, I forgot, I forgot. You guys have a lot of rules here. Okay, I've finished introducing myself. What about you?"