Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Butler Li bowed slightly and answered cautiously.

"Miss, Miss Bian did mention before that she wanted to try taking the young master on an outdoor sketching trip, believing it would be beneficial for his emotional well-being."

I thought that if it was just a short trip to a relatively quiet area near the main building, it might be worth a try. I didn't expect you to suddenly bring guests to tour the garden... I was not thoughtful enough, please punish me, Miss."

He took the blame upon himself and also offered an explanation for Bian Zhizhi.

Seeing his expression, Wei Yanqiu didn't dare to speak harshly. After all, Butler Li was an elder, so she took a step back and softened her tone.

"Uncle Li, I'm not blaming you. I know you did it for Zixian's own good."

But you know Zixian's situation better than I do; we can't afford any unforeseen events.

Bian Zhizhi is young and inexperienced; she has plenty of enthusiasm but lacks caution.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and handled the situation reasonably well today, avoiding any rudeness in front of the guests. Otherwise…”

She paused, her tone softening somewhat.

"Tell me in detail what happened this afternoon, from beginning to end. Don't miss any details."

"Yes," Butler Li replied.

He then described everything he knew in as objective and detailed a manner as possible.

He even mentioned the detail of the picnic mat, and that Wei Zixian deliberately chose to sit at a distance of half an arm's length from Bian Zhizhi.

Wei Yanqiu listened quietly, her fingers occasionally tapping lightly on the sofa armrest.

When he heard Wei Zixian allow Bian Zhizhi to brush the fallen leaves off her shoulders and finally draw a sun pattern on the floor.

There was surprise and disbelief in her eyes.

She never expected that Wei Zixian would allow Bian Zhizhi to interact with him like this.

"I see."

After listening to Butler Li's account, Wei Yanqiu remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"It seems that this Miss Bian does indeed have some special methods. Today's events, though risky, haven't turned out entirely badly."

She hesitated for a moment, then gave the order.

"Go get the watercolor set I brought back from France last time, pack it up, and give it to Bian Zhizhi in my name. Say it's... a thank you for her professional handling of the situation today."

"Yes, Miss. I'll take care of it right away."

After Butler Li left, Wei Yanqiu sat alone in the living room, looking out at the deep night.

The fact that my younger brother was willing to leave his room today is undoubtedly an important sign.

That branch might really be a little different.

However... risks also exist.

Today was just a coincidence, but what about next time?

As evening approached, Bian Zhizhi was tidying up her afternoon art supplies in the activity room when Butler Li knocked on the door and came in, carrying an exquisite little gift box.

"Miss Bian, this is what the eldest young lady instructed us to deliver to you."

Butler Li handed her the gift box with a smile on his face.

Bian Zhizhi was somewhat surprised. She took the gift box and opened it. Inside was a set of top-brand watercolor paints that she had only seen in magazines.

The variety and completeness of the colors far exceeded anything she had ever used, and the accompanying paintbrushes were clearly very expensive.

Bian Zhizhi understood.

This was Wei Yanqiu's approval and "reward" for her timely and professional handling of the emergency today.

Wei Yanqiu approved of her approach.

"Thank you, Butler Li. Please also thank General Manager Wei on my behalf."

That evening, Bian Zhizhi opened her healing logbook at her desk in her room.

The halo of the lamplight spilled onto the pages.

She held the pen, but didn't write anything down immediately.

The scenes from the afternoon replayed in her mind like movie clips.

Her inner world was far less calm than it appeared on the surface.

This afternoon's experience was like riding a roller coaster.

The young master was willing to get so close to me today, and even tacitly allowed my touch... Does this mean that he is starting to accept my presence little by little?

Not just as a background, but as someone you can get a little closer to?

Her pen tip traced names on the paper.

And that sun... what exactly is it trying to express?

Sunlight?

warmth?

Or...is it related to me?

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed slightly.

She forced herself to calm down and not overinterpret the situation.

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

But his gaze at that moment, that gentle tap... no, it wasn't entirely a coincidence.

However, going out is really too dangerous.

Her mood turned heavy again.

It was just a coincidence that I ran into Mr. Wei's guest today. What if we encountered an even more uncontrollable situation outside?

Is a car horn honking?

The child is crying?

Can I get him out of danger as quickly as I did today?

A wave of fear washed over her.

She took a deep breath and began to write.

She wrote down in detail the entire process of sketching in the garden today, focusing on analyzing the stimuli and their response patterns.

At the end of her record, she wrote down her reflections and plans.

Although going out is extremely risky, the breakthroughs it could bring could be enormous.

In the relatively safe garden environment, the young master showed a level of relaxation and willingness to interact that he had never shown in the activity room.

This indicates that a completely enclosed environment is not the optimal solution.

However, extreme caution is necessary.

The next step is to design a more gradual "exposure therapy" program.

Perhaps we could start with a quieter, more controlled area within the property, ensuring there are no outsiders to disturb us.

Gradually expand his activity range, rather than directly entering relatively open environments like gardens.

In the master bedroom, Wei Zixian had taken a shower and was lying on the bed.

Only a dim bedside lamp was on in the room.

He did not fall asleep quickly with the medication as usual.

He stared at the dim light on the ceiling with his eyes open.

So much happened today, like a chaotic storm, sweeping through his usually calm inner world.

The sunlight outside was dazzling, but... it seemed a little warm through the leaves.

The scent of flowers and herbs is too strong; when mixed together, it makes me dizzy...

Her fingertips... were very light, and where they brushed, there was a slight itch, a slight... strange feeling.

I don't like those sounds, those people's smells, they're horrible... I want to hide away.

Her voice kept talking... a bit noisy, but... it seemed alright.

The room smells pleasant.

That cloyingly sweet candy, and... the sun he drew on the floor.

Thoughts are fragmented, lacking coherent logic, and consist mostly of fragments of sensory memories and the resulting subtle emotional fluctuations.

Chaotic, intense, uncomfortable... but it doesn't seem to be all bad.

But when he finally closed his eyes due to exhaustion, the last image that lingered in his mind was not the chaos and fear.

Under the ginkgo tree, she turned her face to the side, sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting golden dappled patterns on her lowered eyelashes.

This sketching trip in the garden ended in a disastrous escape.

But he seemed to have a vague idea of ​​what he wanted to get closer to.