Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

The conversation stopped abruptly the moment she pushed open the door.

The two maids immediately pretended to be busy, one wiping the countertop and the other organizing the cabinets, but they couldn't help but glance at Bian Zhizhi out of the corner of their eyes.

Bian Zhizhi seemed not to hear anything and walked straight to her usual kitchen counter.

She was prepared for this kind of discussion.

In this vast mansion, she was just an abrupt outsider, and her every move was being watched.

She doesn't care.

At least, I don't care right now.

Her goal was clear: to cure Wei Zixian and keep her job.

As for the rest, we'll deal with whatever comes our way.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and there were less than two weeks left until the board meeting.

Bian Zhizhi devoted all her energy to designing and adjusting the healing plan, her brain filled with various behavioral observations, records, and countdowns.

She had almost forgotten the date, and also forgotten a day that was somewhat special to her.

That afternoon, as she was kneeling on the carpet, tidying up the colorful cards scattered all over the floor, her cell phone, which was deep inside her tool bag, suddenly vibrated at an inopportune moment.

She took it out and saw the word "Mom" flashing on the screen; it was a video call request.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively glanced at Wei Zixian first.

He seemed a bit tired today; he wasn't reading and was staring blankly out the window.

She quietly picked up her phone, walked to the corner of the activity room furthest from him, making sure her voice wouldn't disturb him, and then answered the call.

"Zhizhi!" The screen lit up instantly, showing her parents' concerned faces. "Happy birthday, my precious daughter!"

Bian Zhizhi stood frozen in place, holding her phone, and it took her several seconds to come to her senses.

Today is her birthday.

She was so busy that she completely forgot.

"Thank you, Dad. Thank you, Mom." She lowered her voice, afraid of disturbing Wei Zixian who was not far away. Her heart was warm, but also a little sore, and her nose was uncontrollably tingling.

"Zhizhi, did you eat cake today? Are you tired from work? Did you treat yourself well?"

The mother, Lin Suxin, kept rambling on and on, asking one question after another.

"It's...it's alright, not too tiring," Bian Zhizhi mumbled, her vision slightly blurry. "The cake...we'll eat it in a bit, don't worry."

She told a lie.

Listening to her parents on the other end of the phone, asking about her daily life, reminding her to wear more clothes as the weather gets colder, and to get some rest.

Looking at the video, their complexions were noticeably rosier, and the long-standing worry between their brows had largely dissipated.

Bian Zhizhi's emotions, which she had been holding back, seemed to find an outlet at this moment.

She forced back a sob from her throat and tried to smile at the camera, but her voice inevitably became hoarse.

"Yes, I know, Mom and Dad, you too, please take good care of yourselves... I'm fine, really, don't worry about me..."

Afraid that she would lose control if she said another word, she hurriedly said a few more words, then made an excuse that she had to start working and hung up the video call.

The moment the phone call ended, an unsettling silence returned to the activity room.

She missed home, missed the carefree feeling of being able to laugh and cry freely, instead of walking on thin ice at every step here.

She had her back to Wei Zixian, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

Just as she was trying to calm herself down, she heard footsteps behind her.

She turned around abruptly, and through her teary eyes, she saw that Wei Zixian was already standing behind her, only two steps away.

He looked at her quietly, his face still expressionless, but his eyes looked different than usual, as if he was confused.

Wei Zixian watched her frantically wipe away her tears and felt inexplicably irritated.

He knew she was crying, but it didn't seem like she had really encountered some bad news.

On the other end of the phone, her parents were clearly laughing, and kept telling her to eat cake and get some rest.

Why was she crying so hard?

He didn't like seeing her cry.

Bian Zhizhi hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face with the back of her hand, forcing out a smile that looked even worse than crying, her voice still carrying a heavy nasal tone.

"Young...Young Master? Is there...is there something you need?"

Wei Zixian didn't answer, but took a few steps forward and handed over another tissue.

This time, his handing out the paper didn't seem as stiff as before, but after handing it out, he immediately turned his face away.

Bian Zhizhi looked at his awkward expression, which seemed to want to express something but didn't know how, and even the roots of his ears were turning blush.

Suddenly I find this young master a little... cute?

Bian Zhizhi still had wet tear stains on her face, but she couldn't help but chuckle, her voice nasal: "...Thank you, young master."

She took the tissue, this time being careful not to touch his fingers.

Back on the sofa, Wei Zixian didn't immediately immerse himself in his book as usual; he didn't even notice that the book was upside down.

His mind kept replaying Bian Zhizhi's crying face and her choked "Happy Birthday."

She cried because no one celebrated with her?

The healing time passed quickly. After Bian Zhizhi left the activity room, Wei Zixian sat quietly on the sofa for a long time.

As darkness fell outside the window, the light in the room became dim and unclear.

He closed the book in frustration.

He picked up the tablet computer that was lying to the side and unlocked it.

He hesitated for a few moments before finally tapping on a contact list with only a handful of people and finding "Butler Li".

He lowered his head and typed a short, almost abrupt message:

[Peach flavor, handmade, from a candy store near NYU.]

There was no title, no explanation, and no reason.

Just like him, he is direct, closed off, and refuses any unnecessary communication.

Wei Zixian looked at the few short, almost abrupt words he had posted on the screen.

He rarely asks for anything on his own initiative, let alone something with such a clear purpose.

He knew his sister might find out too, which made him uneasy.

But what lingered in my mind was her face, with tear stains but a forced smile.

He turned off the tablet and tossed it onto the bedside table.

He felt somewhat agitated, unsure whether it was due to his unusual behavior or the woman who could so easily stir up his emotions.

Almost instantly, Butler Li replied, equally concise: "Yes, young master."

Butler Li held his phone, staring at the few seemingly random words on the screen, a hint of confusion flashing across his face.

It's extremely rare for the young master to ask for something, especially something like...snacks?

He dared not delay and immediately reported the situation to Wei Yanqiu.

Wei Yanqiu was listening to Zhou Lin report on tomorrow's schedule when she heard Butler Li's report, and she put down her pen.

"Sugar? Peach flavor? He even specified the flavor? Handmade?"

She repeated those words, a rare look of confusion on her face.

"He's never liked sweets since he was little, why does he suddenly want this?"

Butler Li lowered his head: "I don't know, the young master only sent these few words."