Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

"Young Master Lu and Miss Bian exchanged a few words, mainly... introducing some of the young master's preferences."

Zhou Lin carefully considered his words.

Wei Yanqiu turned around, his face expressionless.

"That kid Fang Chi, he never holds his tongue."

She paused, then asked, "What was her reaction?"

"Miss Bian listened attentively but didn't respond much or ask any further questions. Young Master... stopped Young Master Lu several times."

"Hmm." Wei Yanqiu walked behind the desk and sat down.

These past few days, she hasn't completely ignored Bian Zhizhi.

She reviewed the surveillance footage from the annex corridor and listened to reports from Butler Li and several servants.

The pieced-together information shifted Wei Yanqiu's impression of Bian Zhizhi slightly from "a therapist who might be a little clever and desperately needs money" to "perhaps... she really is a little different."

She is not the kind of person who would do something half-heartedly for money.

She seems to retain a gentleness towards this environment and the people here.

This kind of gentleness cannot be faked, especially in a corner where no one is watching.

Wei Yanqiu picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

Perhaps we can observe further.

As long as she keeps the boundaries.

Just then, Wei Yanqiu's personal cell phone rang.

The word "Mother" was displayed on the screen.

She rubbed her temples and answered the phone, "Mom."

An elegant female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yanqiu, your father and I just disembarked in Venice."

How's Zixian doing lately? I heard you found a new therapist?

"Yes," Wei Yanqiu said succinctly, "Still under observation."

"Don't go looking for any more unreliable people," the father interjected, his tone tinged with displeasure.

"Last time, Zixian almost tore the room apart."

If all else fails, just let him stay quiet. It's not like the Wei family can't afford to support him.

"I know what to do. He'll be attending next month's board meeting."

"Attend?" The mother asked, somewhat surprised. "Is that alright? What if it turns out like this again..."

"I'll handle it," Wei Yanqiu interrupted her. "Have fun, Mom and Dad."

Without waiting for a response, she cut off the video call.

The rest of the day was spent in silence.

But as Bian Zhizhi packed her things to leave, she inexplicably glanced at the doll in the corner.

She hesitated for a moment and didn't pick it up.

That was his and Lu Fangchi's way of "communicating," and she, as an outsider, shouldn't have interfered rashly.

That evening, Bian Zhizhi returned to her room, sat at her desk, and opened the notebook she had brought with her.

This is her healing log and work diary.

Date: October 25. Weather: Heavy rain.

"Goal: Attend a family board meeting for ten minutes (21 days countdown)."

"Today's progress: Wei Zixian did not appear in the activity room."

But Young Master Lu's visit provided crucial information: a strong preference for blue, a fondness for neatness/structure (rigidity), and an aversion to sharp sounds (physiological).

"Strategy adjustment: Tomorrow, try introducing structured activities, emphasizing a sense of order and visual symmetry, and observe the response."

After putting down my pen and finishing my diary, my phone rang. It was a video call from my mother, Lin Suxin.

The mother's face appeared on the screen.

"Zhizhi, how's work? Is it going smoothly? Are your employer's family members easy to get along with?"

After the family's debts were paid off, her parents' spirits improved significantly, but they were still worried about her "high-paying" job.

"Mom, I'm fine." Bian Zhizhi walked to the window and looked at the garden of the Wei residence, its outline blurred in the night. "Work... is very challenging, but I think it's meaningful."

The employer's family had a lot of rules, but they were still quite polite to me.

She downplayed the important points.

"That's good, that's good... Is the money enough? We'll save the rest for you, don't be stingy while you're out there on your own..."

"It's enough, really enough." Bian Zhizhi felt a pang of sadness and quickly changed the subject, "Where's Dad?"

"He's in the study. He's much more relaxed now, but he still feels like he's let you down..."

After chatting about everyday things for a while, Bian Zhizhi hung up the phone.

Looking out the window, the rain was still drizzling.

The information Lu Fangchi brought was like fragments; she needed to piece them together to find the safest path leading to Wei Zixian's heart.

The next day, in the activity room.

Wei Zixian is still here, still with his sofa and his books.

He made no comment when Bian Zhizhi walked in.

After Lu Fangchi's "leak," Bian Zhizhi felt that her perspective had changed.

She looked at the bookshelf again, and as Lu Fangchi had said, it was indeed outrageously neat.

She recalled that Butler Li had mentioned "liking neatness," and Lu Fangchi had emphasized "structure."

An idea formed in her mind.

Instead of taking out more clay, she took out new materials from her toolbox.

A stack of uniformly sized square colored paper, and several origami drawings with detailed steps that she had stayed up all night to create.

She chose origami cranes, not because of their symbolism, but because their steps are clear, their structure is stable, and their final shape is symmetrical and neat.

She spread the colored paper and drawings out on the table, arranging them neatly.

Then, she began to work.

Her movements were slower than anything she had ever done before, almost like a series of frame-by-frame animations.

"The first step," she murmured to herself, making sure she wouldn't disturb him, yet still present.

Take a square piece of paper, fold it in half from corner to corner. Make sure it's aligned, flatten it, and the fold lines are clear.

"Step two: Open it, rotate it ninety degrees, and fold it diagonally again..."

She folds very slowly; a simple step takes her two or three times longer than usual.

Time slowly passed.

Wei Zixian was still reading.

It's the same boring tricks every day.

Clay, and now origami, all done slowly, like a sloth.

Wei Zixian's gaze fell on the English letters on the pages of the book, but he found it difficult to focus.

The blue paper... is it folded so slowly, as if afraid others won't understand it?

He dislikes unplanned changes and dislikes overtly intentional approaches.

But this therapist... is different from the others.

Unlike them, her eyes didn't convey the urgency of "Get well soon."

Most of the time she was just there, making some not-unpleasant sounds and movements, like background noise.

Even when he lost control... those hands covering his hands...

stop!

He abruptly interrupted his thoughts.

I can't think about it.

He snapped out of his reverie, no longer looking at her, and quickly returned his gaze to the pages of the book.

Bian Zhizhi's heart was in her throat.

She saw it!

Although it was only for a moment, he did see it!

Young master, do you know that my livelihood and our family's hope now rest entirely on your shoulders?

Whether I can keep my job or not depends entirely on you being able to walk out of this room for ten minutes in twenty-one days.

Please, just a little more attention, even just one more glance... it would be a huge encouragement to me.