Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

The next second, the car braked suddenly, its front end swung sharply to the right, and it blocked Chang Xiting's car!

The screech of brakes ripped through the silence of the night.

Chang Xiting reacted extremely quickly, slamming on the brakes and turning the steering wheel sharply, bringing the car to a stop less than half a meter from the car in front.

He tried to minimize Bian Zhizhi's injuries, but inertia caused her to lurch forward, the seatbelt digging painfully into her chest.

"Are you alright?!" Chang Xiting was in a lot of pain herself, her brows furrowed, but she immediately turned to look at her.

Bian Zhizhi's face turned pale, and she shook her head, still shaken.

The door of the silver-gray sports car was violently pushed open.

Wei Zixian got out of the car.

He was wearing a long black overcoat, and his face was frighteningly pale under the streetlights, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell to claim lives.

He looked noticeably thinner after just a few days, and his jawline was so sharp it looked like it had been carved with a knife.

He strode over to Chang Xiting's car and pounded heavily on the driver's side window.

"Get out of the car." His voice carried a coldness that Bian Zhizhi had never heard before.

"Bian Zhizhi, get off the bus."

Chang Xiting rolled down the car window and said firmly, "Mr. Wei, this is dangerous driving. Please move your car immediately, or I will call the police."

"Call the police?" Wei Zixian asked as if he had heard a joke. "You can try."

"Wei Zixian!" Bian Zhizhi finally found her voice and roared, "Are you crazy?! Don't you know how dangerous that was?!"

"Danger?" Wei Zixian turned his gaze to her.

"Bian Zhizhi, do you know how I've been these past few days?"

Lying in the hospital, delirious with fever, all I could think about was you. But what about you?

What were you and him doing? At an exhibition? Having dinner? Chatting and laughing?

His voice grew louder and louder until it was almost a roar.

"I fucking waited for you to turn back like an idiot! But what did you take me for?"

"Shut up!" Bian Zhizhi pushed open the car door and got out of the car.

The city's ring road was nearly deserted late at night.

The dim streetlights cast a yellowish halo on the asphalt road, stretching the three people's shadows long and distorted.

A cold wind howled past, blowing Bian Zhizhi's long hair.

She stood by the car, looking at Wei Zixian a few steps away, the emotions surging in her chest almost tearing her apart.

"Wei Zixian, let's talk."

Wei Zixian's eyes lit up for a moment, as if he had grasped a lifeline: "Okay, let's talk. Get in my car, we..."

"No," Bian Zhizhi interrupted him, "Let's talk here."

She took two steps forward and stopped about three meters away from him.

"First of all, what you just did was dangerous driving and constitutes a potential threat to public safety." Her tone was frighteningly calm. "Mr. Chang is right, we should call the police."

Wei Zixian's expression didn't change much; he just listened quietly to Bian Zhizhi speak, as if this was enough for him.

"Secondly," Bian Zhizhi continued, each word like an icicle striking the silent night, "I am not your possession. Not three years ago, and certainly not now. Who I eat with, who I go to exhibitions with, who I date—it's none of your business."

"None of my business?" Wei Zixian repeated these four words, as if understanding their meaning for the first time. "Zhizhi, you're saying it's none of my business?"

He took a step forward.

Bian Zhizhi immediately stepped back, taking out her phone from her pocket at the same time.

Her fingers trembled, but her movements were steady. She turned on the screen, unlocked it, and pressed those three numbers.

1, 1, 0.

The dial tone was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Wei Zixian froze in his tracks.

He looked at Bian Zhizhi, at her raising her phone, and at the unprecedented coldness in her eyes.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that something was shattering completely before his eyes.

"Wei Zixian," Bian Zhizhi's voice came through the busy tone of the receiver and into his ears.

"Your actions just now constitute dangerous driving and intimidation. If you come any closer, I will immediately call the police and apply for a restraining order."

She took a deep breath and said her last words:

"This is the end between us."

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The wind was still howling on the overpass, and the sound of vehicles passing by could be heard in the distance, but in this small space, everything was still.

Wei Zixian stood still, motionless.

He looked at her as if it were the first time he had truly seen her clearly.

"Zhizhi..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat felt blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Just then, a violent coughing fit suddenly struck.

Wei Zixian bent over, coughing so hard it felt like he was going to cough up his lungs.

His face turned from white to green, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

Bian Zhizhi's finger hovered over the hang-up button, and she hesitated for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

She watched Wei Zixian in pain, watched him cough so hard he couldn't straighten up, watched him barely stand by holding onto the car door.

Her heart ached so much she could hardly breathe.

But she couldn't be soft-hearted.

One act of leniency will only lead to deeper entanglement and a more terrifying loss of control.

Finally, Wei Zixian's cough gradually subsided.

He straightened up and raised his hand to wipe the traces from the corner of his mouth.

She turned her gaze to Chang Xiting: "Xiting, let's go."

Chang Xiting nodded and sat back in the driver's seat.

Bian Zhizhi opened the car door, got in, and closed the door.

The series of movements were fluid, and he didn't look at Wei Zixian again.

The car slowly reversed, bypassing the sports car blocking the middle of the road, and re-entered the lane.

In the rearview mirror, Wei Zixian was still standing in the same spot.

The hem of the trench coat fluttered in the night wind, and the figure stood lonely under the streetlights, like a sculpture weathering away.

He stared in the direction she left for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and slammed his fist hard against the sports car door.

The dull thud of metal denting echoed in the night.

One punch after another.

Until that frenzied force exhausted his last bit of strength.

As Chang Xiting's car drove off the overpass, Bian Zhizhi finally loosened her tightly clenched hands.

"Are you alright?" Chang Xiting asked, looking at her with concern. "Your hand..."

"It's nothing." Bian Zhizhi shook her head and pulled her hands back into her sleeves. "Xiting, thank you for tonight."

"Of course." Chang Xiting paused, "But Zhizhi, are you really alright? Just now..."

"I'm fine," Bian Zhizhi repeated, but her voice was somewhat unsteady. "I just... need some time to process this."

The car stopped at the next intersection at a red light.

Tears welled up unexpectedly.

Bian Zhizhi hurriedly turned her face away, but Chang Xiting still saw it.

"Cry if you want to. You don't have to pretend in front of me."

This sentence is like a key that unlocks a tightly closed gate.

Bian Zhizhi could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.

She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling, and cried silently.

Chang Xiting didn't say anything, but simply parked the car on the side of the road and turned on the hazard lights.

He waited quietly, giving her time and space.

As Bian Zhizhi's crying gradually subsided, Chang Xiting handed her a tissue.

She took the tissue, wiped her face, and said in a nasal voice, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

"Don't say sorry," Chang Xiting said gently. "Emotions need an outlet; bottling them up for too long will make you sick."

Bian Zhizhi looked out the window and remained silent for a long time.

"Xiting," she suddenly spoke, "do you think... I did the right thing?"

"What do you mean?"

"You were so cruel to him just now."

Chang Xiting did not answer immediately.

He thought for a moment before slowly saying, "I don't know exactly what happened between you two, but Zhizhi, there's nothing wrong with protecting yourself."

Especially when the other party's behavior threatens your safety, it is necessary to draw a clear line.

He paused for a moment: "However, if you're asking about emotions... I can only say that some things aren't about right or wrong, but about choices. You chose to protect yourself, and that's perfectly understandable."

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes.

select.

Yes, she made that choice.

In the most decisive way, the last vestige of possibility was severed.

Yeah.

So be it.