Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi shook her head, trying to break free, but he held her even tighter.

"I know I was wrong."

His voice grew hoarse, and a crack suddenly appeared in his domineering and controlling demeanor, revealing the deep-seated obsession beneath.

"I used the wrong approach, I scared you, I hurt you. I admit it."

"But you can't sentence me to death without even giving me a chance to appeal."

"Three years, more than a thousand days and nights, every day I regretted it, every day I thought, if you come back, what should I do?"

He lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

"I tried countless methods, both gentle and forceful, but in the end I chose the dumbest one: to transform myself into someone you feel 'safe' before standing in front of you."

"This project, this laboratory, everything is my 'appeal'."

He raised his eyes, his gaze as deep and dark as the night.

"Zhizhi, give me another chance. Not forgiveness, just... a possibility to start over. Okay?"

His tone was low and pleading, and his eyes held an expectation she had never seen before.

The branches and twigs are in a tangled mess.

Reason screamed at her to refuse, but looking at the pain in his eyes and the undeniable obsession, her throat felt blocked.

Just as she was struggling, Wei Zixian suddenly groaned, released her hand, pressed his hand against his stomach, his face turned pale at a visible speed, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Bian Zhizhi was taken aback.

"What's wrong with you?"

"...It's nothing." He closed his eyes briefly, his breathing a little heavy. "It's the same old problem. Stomach ache."

He leaned on the table, trying to stand up straight, but his body swayed slightly.

Bian Zhizhi instinctively grabbed his arm. "You..."

"Scared?" He turned to look at her, a smile tugging at his pale face. "Don't worry, I won't die. It's just a problem from my irregular sleep and diet over the past few years. When the pain comes, it can be quite unbearable."

He paused, looking at her hand supporting him, his eyes softening.

"But if you'd like to have something to eat with me, maybe it'll make you feel better," he said softly, with a hint of probing. "Just... take pity on me?"

Looking at his pale face and the pain he was trying to suppress, Bian Zhizhi recalled Lu Fangchi's words, "He almost died," and her heart clenched painfully.

The words of refusal rolled around on the tip of my tongue a few times, but I couldn't bring myself to say them.

"...What do you want to eat?" she heard herself ask dryly.

The moment Wei Zixian lowered his eyes, a glint of light flashed in them, but it quickly returned to calm.

"A light diet is fine."

His voice was still weak, but he took her hand before she could pull it away.

"I know a shop nearby that makes really good congee."

Bian Zhizhi looked at their clasped hands, then at his still pale face, and knew that she had softened again and fallen into some kind of trap.

But this time, she couldn't pull her hand away.

Or perhaps, deep within her heart, something that had always been suspended in mid-air was secretly hoping to land, even if it landed on thorns.

Wei Zixian's hands were cold, but he was holding them tightly.

He led her outside, his steps a little unsteady, but he insisted that she not help him.

Bian Zhizhi followed half a step behind him, looking at his back, and suddenly remembered what it was like in the activity room three years ago.

He was just as vulnerable back then.

The difference is that now, even if he shows weakness, he still maintains control over everything.

Including her soft heart.

The restaurant, located not far from the laboratory, is an elegantly decorated private dining establishment.

Wei Zixian was clearly a regular customer, and the owner personally came out to greet him. When he saw Bian Zhizhi, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly recovered and led them into the innermost private room.

The private room was quiet, and outside the window was a well-maintained courtyard with swaying bamboo shadows.

Wei Zixian ordered a few light dishes and a pot of yam and pork rib porridge.

While waiting for the food, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and still looked unwell.

"Do you...do you often do this?" Bian Zhizhi couldn't help but ask.

Wei Zixian opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Stomach ache? Yeah, I'm used to it. Sometimes I get so busy I forget to eat, or..." He paused, "...when I'm in a bad mood, it happens."

Bian Zhizhi lowered her eyes and didn't reply.

"But I'm much better today," he said, his voice lower. "Maybe it's because you're here."

These words were too blunt, and Bian Zhizhi's ears burned. She turned her face away and said, "President Wei, we just..."

"Just what?" he interrupted her, his tone calm.

"Bian Zhizhi, stop fooling yourself. If it were really just a 'project collaboration,' you wouldn't be sitting here right now."

The porridge arrived, steaming hot.

Wei Zixian served her a bowl.

"Try it, the porridge here is really good."

Bian Zhizhi looked at the bowl of porridge in front of her, then looked up at him.

He was intently stirring the porridge in his bowl, his profile appearing somewhat vulnerable under the light.

She suddenly realized that this might be the first time in three years that someone had shared a proper meal with him.

After the meal, Wei Zixian offered to take her home.

"No need, I can take a taxi myself," Bian Zhizhi immediately refused.

"It's very difficult to get a taxi here at this time."

He stood up and picked up his suit jacket, which was draped over the back of the chair.

"Besides, the driver might not know where your studio is. I'll give you a ride; consider it a walk after dinner to aid digestion."

The reasons are reasonable and cannot be refused.

Bian Zhizhi pursed her lips, but ultimately followed him out of the private room.

The car was a black minivan.

The driver waited in the driver's seat, and as soon as they came out, he got out of the car and opened the door.

Wei Zixian let Bian Zhizhi get into the car first before he got in himself.

He deliberately sat on the other side, keeping a seat's distance from her.

This action made Bian Zhizhi relax a little.

The car drove smoothly into the twilight-shrouded street.

In May, the air in Yantong already carries the scent of early summer.

The plane trees along the roadside were covered with lush leaves, and the evening breeze blew in through the half-open car window, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.

Bian Zhizhi turned her head to look out the window, her gaze sweeping over the buildings that were lit up.

Wei Zixian leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to rest.

The car drove past several intersections and turned into a relatively quiet street.

"Just stop at the intersection ahead."

Bian Zhizhi suddenly spoke.

"The studio is on a back street, so it's inconvenient to drive in."

Wei Zixian opened his eyes and looked at her: "I'll see you to the door."

"Really, it's not necessary," Bian Zhizhi insisted. "It's just a few steps from here. Thank you, Mr. Wei."

Wei Zixian looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded to the driver: "Pull over."

The car came to a smooth stop.

Bian Zhizhi got out of the car and turned around when Wei Zixian suddenly said, "See you at the lab tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon."

"understood."

She responded softly, then strode quickly into the night without looking back.

Wei Zixian sat in the car, watching her disappear around the corner of the alley through the car window, and only after a long time did he turn his gaze away.

"Let's go," he said to the driver.

The car slowly drove away.

*

Over the next few days, Bian Zhizhi's life fell into a strange balance.

During the day, she handles daily affairs in the little tree hole, spends time with the children, prepares lessons, and plans projects.

At 3 p.m. sharp, she would appear in that building on the outskirts of the city to conduct in-depth joint debugging with Wei Zixian's team.

Wei Zixian rarely mentioned personal matters anymore, and focused most of his time on technical debugging and data collection.

Bian Zhizhi forced herself to focus all her attention on the project, treating the complex sensors and virtual scenes as pure scientific research tools.