Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi had to exert a little force, gently supporting his arm to guide him away from the obstacle, while constantly reassuring him with her voice.

"It's alright, young master, we'll be back in the room soon. Follow me, yes, like this, take deep breaths, breathe slowly... It's alright..."

She tried to calm his nerves, which were on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Finally, the familiar door to the activity room came into view.

Bian Zhizhi practically dragged him inside, then slammed the door shut with a "click," cutting off all outside noise.

The world fell silent instantly, leaving only Wei Zixian's suppressed gasps.

Upon entering this relatively safe space, Wei Zixian felt as if all his strength had been completely drained away, and his will, which he had been holding on for so long, collapsed instantly.

He leaned against the door, his body slumping down it. Bian Zhizhi, unable to continue touching him because of the rule, had to let go, and Wei Zixian finally collapsed to the ground.

He buried his face deeply in his knees, curling himself up into a ball.

Bian Zhizhi immediately put down her painting bag and other items.

She knew that any untimely sympathy or rash action at this moment could make things worse.

I took out a small portable lavender essential oil spray from my tool bag.

This is one of her commonly used tools for calming her emotions.

He gently sprayed the air twice upwards, about two or three meters away from him.

A light and calming fragrance slowly permeated the air.

She quietly moved to the sofa and sat down, keeping her distance and giving him space, simply keeping him company in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps ten minutes or longer, Wei Zixian's trembling gradually subsided, and his heavy breathing became slightly more even, but he still did not raise his head.

Bian Zhizhi waited patiently until his breathing became more stable before speaking softly.

"Young master, the floor is cold. Would you like to sit on the sofa? It will be more comfortable."

He remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard.

Bian Zhizhi thought for a moment, then got up and walked to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room, filling a small glass with room temperature water.

Then she picked up a peach candy he had given her and unwrapped it.

She placed the water glass and candy on a small wooden tray and slowly pushed it to the floor not far from him.

"Young master, have some water or a piece of candy, it will make you feel better."

She said that, and then she went back to the sofa where she was, sat down again, and avoided making him feel any pressure.

After a while, Wei Zixian finally slowly raised his head. His face was pale, his eyes were red with an abnormal redness, and his eyes were empty and unfocused.

He didn't look at Bian Zhizhi; his gaze was fixed on the pink candy on the floor.

He picked up his water glass and took a small sip.

Then he reached out, his fingertips still trembling slightly, but he still picked up the candy and put it in his mouth.

This action finally put Bian Zhizhi's mind at ease.

He accepted her reassurance.

This speaks louder than any words: his worst is over, and he still trusts her.

After finishing his water, Wei Zixian remained sitting on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest, showing no intention of getting up to go to the sofa immediately.

He stared blankly at the floor in front of him, seemingly still recovering.

Bian Zhizhi did not urge them.

She knew that in times like these, space and time were the best remedies.

He sat down on the floor as well.

I kept a distance from him, neither too close nor too far, picked up a picture book at random, and flipped through it aimlessly. My gaze lingered on "Water Lilies," but I didn't read a single word.

Suddenly, Wei Zixian stretched out his finger and traced lines on the floor.

Bian Zhizhi didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was just a jumble of lines.

But it was soon discovered that what he had drawn was not a jumble of lines, but a simple sun shape with a few short lines that looked like rays of light next to it.

After drawing this simple pattern, his fingers paused for a moment.

Then he gently tapped the "sun" and quickly withdrew his hand, hugging his knees tightly again.

She buried her chin in it, leaving only a small, reddish tip of her ear visible.

Bian Zhizhi looked at the "sun" on the floor, then at the setting sun outside the window.

Is he using this method to express his memory of today's sunshine in the garden?

Or... is it a response to the self-encouragement she often mentioned during difficult times, such as "being like a little sun"?

This was the first time he had tried to communicate with her in this way.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the garden, Wei Yanqiu was skillfully leading Mr. and Mrs. Wang on a tour of the chrysanthemum garden.

She chatted amiably, providing detailed introductions to various chrysanthemum varieties and their characteristics, even quoting classical texts and anecdotes about literary figures, cleverly blending business etiquette into elegant conversation.

Mr. Wang was clearly very satisfied with the visit, and Mrs. Wang was full of praise for the several uniquely shaped cliff chrysanthemums.

"Mr. Wei, this is truly an eye-opener. I never imagined you were so knowledgeable about gardening," Mr. Wang said with a smile, flattering him.

"Mr. Wang, you flatter me. It's just that the elders in my family like it, and I've been influenced by them since childhood."

Wei Yanqiu smiled modestly and raised his hand in greeting.

"It's getting late. We've prepared a simple meal, mostly home-style dishes. We hope Mr. and Mrs. Wang will join us."

"Oh, Mr. Wei, you're too kind. We'll gladly accept your offer then," Mrs. Wang replied with a smile.

The group headed towards the main restaurant.

The meal was a great success, with both host and guests enjoying themselves immensely. Wei Yanqiu didn't mention business at all, but instead talked about local customs, food, and art, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

However, Wei Yanqiu's heart was far from as calm as it appeared.

Her brother's near-collapse state just now felt like a thorn piercing her heart.

She knew about Zixian's situation, but seeing it with her own eyes still made her feel helpless and heartbroken.

At the same time, she felt a little dissatisfied that Bian Zhizhi had taken Zixian to the relatively open environment of the garden without her permission.

That's too risky.

Although Bian Zhizhi's handling of the situation seemed professional and appropriate, who can guarantee that she won't make a mistake next time?

About an hour later, Wei Yanqiu personally escorted Mr. and Mrs. Wang to the entrance of their residence.

After seeing the guests off, the perfect smile on her face vanished instantly, and she reverted to her usual aloof and serious demeanor.

Instead of returning to her study, she went straight to the small living room on the first floor.

"Butler Li," she called out in a deep voice.

Butler Li, who had been waiting nearby, immediately appeared and said, "Young Miss."

"What happened this afternoon? Why did Bian Zhizhi take Zixian to the garden?"

Did I clearly state before that all of Zixian's activities, especially outdoor activities, must be reported in advance and approved by me?

Wei Yanqiu sat down on the main sofa in the living room. Although her expression was proper, the oppressive aura of a superior was undeniable, and even though Butler Li had served her for many years, he still couldn't get used to it.