Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

As night fell, Bian Zhizhi lay in bed, staring at the blurry patterns on the ceiling, tossing and turning.

The sound of the wind outside the window seemed to be sobbing, which made her restless.

The tissue Wei Zixian handed her, his occasional lingering gaze, his tacit approval of her movement within the space… these small steps of progress flashed through her mind one by one.

What should we do next?

How can you build enough trust in such a short time to make him stay in front of more than twenty people for ten minutes?

She remembered Lu Fangchi mentioning that Wei Zixian was extremely picky about food, only eating a few dishes prepared by the same chef, which is one of the common stereotyped behaviors of people with autism spectrum disorder.

Breaking it means disrupting a part of his sense of security, which is extremely risky.

But... perhaps we can try another approach.

The next day, she approached Butler Li and cautiously made her request: "Butler Li, I'd like to borrow the small kitchen to prepare my own lunchbox. Is that alright?"

Butler Li scrutinized her for a moment, seemingly assessing the intentions behind the request, and finally nodded.

"Yes, but please do not disturb the chef's work and keep the area clean."

"Thank you." Bian Zhizhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

So, Bian Zhizhi started spending a little time each day preparing two bento boxes in the small kitchen.

She put a lot of effort into it, using fresh ingredients, balancing them well, and presenting the food as exquisitely and beautifully as possible. She would even occasionally carve simple little flowers out of carrot slices as garnish.

She wasn't sure if he would accept; it was more like a silent invitation.

On the first day, she brought two identical-looking bento boxes to the activity room.

As lunchtime approached, when the maid came to ask if she wanted her meal delivered, she got up and left as usual, taking her own portion with her and leaving the other portion on the table with clean cutlery next to it.

"Young Master, I'm going to have lunch," she informed him as usual.

For an hour after leaving the activity room, her heart remained in suspense.

I hoped to open the door and see an empty food box, yet I was also afraid of the disappointment of seeing it untouched.

An hour later, she pushed open the door.

Their eyes immediately fell on the long table.

The bento box remained untouched, with not even the angle at which the cutlery was placed changed.

The aroma of the food seemed to have dissipated.

A wave of disappointment washed over her, but she quickly forced it back down.

This was expected, she told herself.

It's okay, take your time.

The same thing happened the next day.

On the third day, when she returned to the activity room after her lunch break, she stopped in her tracks the moment she opened the door.

On the long table, the lunchbox she left behind... was open.

The food inside has disappeared.

He ate it!

He actually ate it!

She almost cried, but she held it in and didn't show it. However, she was unusually quick and efficient when packing up the lunchboxes.

That afternoon, Sister Wang, the elderly maid who was in charge of tidying up the activity room, went in to organize it as usual.

When she saw the clean lunchbox, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

She didn't dare delay and immediately reported the matter to Butler Li.

When Butler Li heard the news, he was checking the list of daily necessities for the month.

His hand holding the pen paused, he looked up and confirmed.

"Are you sure it was Miss Bian who brought it? Did the young master use it?"

"It's absolutely true, Butler Li. The food boxes are all empty, and the tableware has been used."

Sister Wang answered in a low voice, her tone filled with disbelief.

Anyone who has lived in this house for a long time knows how picky and stubborn the young master is about what he eats.

After a moment's thought, Butler Li waved for Sister Wang to leave.

He stood there for a while, then turned and walked towards the study in the main building.

In his study, Wei Yanqiu was holding an overseas video conference.

Butler Li stood quietly at the door waiting until the meeting ended before stepping forward.

"Young Miss".

Wei Yanqiu rubbed his temples and asked, "What is it?"

"Regarding Miss Bian and Young Master... Young Master ate the lunchbox prepared by Miss Bian at noon today."

Wei Yanqiu abruptly stopped rubbing his temples.

She looked up at Butler Li: "All of them?"

"Yes. For three consecutive days, Miss Bian has prepared two bento boxes. The young master didn't touch them the first two days, but they were all used up today."

Wei Yanqiu leaned back in his chair, his expression becoming complex and unreadable.

Accepting foreign food was a huge breakthrough for Wei Zixian.

This means that his trust in Bian Zhizhi has been established to a fairly solid level, perhaps even exceeding her expectations.

This was undoubtedly a wonderful thing; it was the most positive news she had heard about her younger brother in recent years.

But... isn't the speed a bit too fast?

What method did Bian Zhizhi use to achieve in such a short time what so many renowned experts couldn't do?

Is this pace of progress a normal healing process, or... is it mixed with other factors?

Silence spread through the study.

After a while, Wei Yanqiu finally spoke, "I understand."

She gave instructions to Zhou Lin, who was standing to the side.

"Transfer a bonus to Bian Zhizhi's account, according to the previously agreed-upon amount. There's no need to tell her the reason."

"Yes, Mr. Wei." Zhou Lin nodded and immediately turned to do it.

"Continue to observe," Wei Yanqiu added, his gaze returning to the documents on the table, his tone indifferent. "Report to me immediately if anything unusual occurs."

"Understood." Butler Li bowed slightly and left the study.

That evening, as Bian Zhizhi was organizing the day's records in her room, her phone screen lit up, displaying a text message notification from the bank.

A substantial bonus was deposited into the account, with only two words in the accompanying note: "Bonus".

There was no signature, but Bian Zhizhi knew who it was.

This is not an endorsement of her personally, but a commendation for her "effectively advancing the healing process".

She stared at the string of numbers on her phone screen, her eyes crinkling into crescents, thinking to herself with delight:

Young master, you are truly my lucky star and my god of wealth!

However, in this secluded mansion, no matter what happened, it would not escape the eyes of the people and their whispers.

Bian Zhizhi's "special" action and the young master's "unprecedented" response quickly spread among the servants.

The next morning, as Bian Zhizhi went to the kitchen to prepare lunch as usual, she heard two maids who had gotten up early to clean talking quietly in the corner of the kitchen counter as she walked to the half-open door.

"Have you heard? The young master ate the food she cooked yesterday."

"Really? Don't lie to me! Young Master's only palate is that of Chef Chen, right? He didn't even touch the soup that Miss personally cooked for hours!"

"It's absolutely true! Sister Wang, who was clearing away the dishes, saw it with her own eyes; all the food containers were empty!"

"Tsk... This new healer seems to have some skills... and it's only been a short time?"

"She's just average-looking, nothing special, nothing particularly stunning. Who knows what methods she used behind the scenes that we don't know about..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down..."