Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

As the calendar pages turned, the day of the Wei family's important family banquet drew ever closer, and the atmosphere within the mansion grew increasingly subtle.

Occasionally, unusual car engine sounds could be heard coming from the main building, as Wei family relatives from the collateral branches, who rarely appeared on weekdays, began to come and go.

Bian Zhizhi carried the calming herbal tea she had prepared for Wei Zixian as she walked along the corridor leading to the main building.

The thick carpet beneath her feet absorbed all the sound of her footsteps, but it couldn't absorb the heaviness in her heart.

She saw Wei Yanqiu's car being driven into the garage late at night more than once, and the next morning, when she met Wei Yanqiu at the restaurant, the corners of his eyes and brows, despite his exquisite makeup, showed a weariness that even the most expensive skincare products could not hide.

If Bian Zhizhi can see it, how could I not know it?

On the surface, Wei Yanqiu remained calm and capable, going to the company every day without fail to handle affairs, and even after returning to his residence, he was constantly on conference calls.

But whenever she returned to the Wei residence, whenever her gaze inadvertently swept towards the direction of the annex and she saw that familiar figure, a hint of anticipation would always appear in her eyes.

Behind that expectation lies heavy pressure.

This pressure comes not only from worries about his younger brother's condition, but also from the complex power struggles within the Wei family.

Just yesterday afternoon, Wei Yanqiu was invited to a small tea room by several highly respected uncles in the family.

On the rosewood tea table, the aroma of tea wafted through the air, but the atmosphere was far less pleasant than the fragrance of the tea itself.

"Yanqiu, that child Zixian... will he really be able to come out and see everyone this time?"

Third Uncle was fiddling with his prayer beads, his tone seemingly concerned, but his eyes were gleaming with a sharp light.

"We old folks haven't seen him in a long time, and we miss him terribly."

He paused, took a sip of tea, and continued.

"This family banquet is different from usual. Many of the younger generation from the collateral branches will also be coming. They are all our own brothers and sisters, so it's a good opportunity for them to get closer together."

Zixian always shut himself away, and over time, this inevitably attracted unnecessary gossip.

Those who don't know the inside story might think our Wei family mistreated him, or... that this child might have something more serious... um, you understand.

"Third Brother is right," Fifth Uncle immediately chimed in. He was slightly overweight and always had a smile on his face, but his words were sharp and witty.

"We watched Zixian grow up, and it hurts us to see him like this now."

Yanqiu, we all see your strong abilities and the heavy responsibilities you shoulder in the company. But it's not a long-term solution for direct descendants to never show up at family gatherings.

This family dinner is also an opportunity to show everyone that Zixian is "normal" under your good care. It will also shut up those with ulterior motives…

Wei Yanqiu was sitting upright in a pear wood chair, her fingertips tightly gripping the porcelain cup. She was so angry that her chest felt tight, but her face was smiling flawlessly.

"Third Uncle, Fifth Uncle, rest assured, Zixian is recovering very well recently, and his healing is progressing very well."

On the day of the family dinner, he will definitely attend on time, greet all the elders, and will never let those who care about him down.

The two uncles exchanged a meaningful look, but ultimately said nothing more. After chatting about family matters for a few more minutes, they got up and left.

After seeing off his two uncles, Wei Yanqiu sat alone in the tea room, his forced composure instantly crumbling.

She knew perfectly well that these seemingly caring words were actually reminders and pressure.

Whether Zixian can make a public appearance is not only related to his personal "normality," but also directly related to the future power and share of property of the two siblings in the Wei Group.

Those covetous collateral relatives are watching closely, waiting to seize on any mistake or "abnormality" the siblings might have, so they can make a big deal out of it at future family meetings.

Zixian, you must appear, even if it's just for ten minutes... I need those ten minutes from you.

We can't afford to lose anything more.

On the other side, Bian Zhizhi felt an even heavier burden of pressure.

For several days, anxiety has been plaguing her sleep.

She would often dream of Wei Zixian collapsing amidst the clinking of glasses, and then wake up in a fright.

She had noticed every little change in Wei Zixian recently, from allowing her to get close to him, to going to the garden to sketch together, and even drawing the "sun" on the floor that represents communication. These breakthroughs were invaluable.

But the sudden panic attack in the garden a few days ago still serves as a thorn, constantly reminding her of Wei Zixian's fragile and unstable condition.

Can he withstand the scrutiny of so many eyes in an unfamiliar environment?

She was more aware of the risks than anyone else.

"It's impossible... It's too difficult. Young Master simply can't appear in that kind of situation..."

This thought often lingered in her mind, almost threatening to consume her.

She knew all too well what this family dinner meant to Wei Yanqiu and her siblings, and therefore she was even more aware of the weight of the responsibility on her shoulders.

However, she simply couldn't bear the consequences if she failed to do so.

Not only will the generous bonus be lost, and the good days that parents have been hoping for will be dashed, but even more terrifying is the exorbitant penalty for breach of contract...

She has to succeed, or at least give it her all.

She needs the money, but she also needs to have a backup plan; she absolutely cannot breach the contract.

With time running out, Bian Zhizhi understood that the most urgent task was to consolidate and gain Wei Zixian's trust to the greatest extent possible, so that he would be willing to take on that seemingly impossible task for some "reason".

However, her understanding of Wei Zixian remained superficial.

Besides birds and bird guides, what else is he interested in?

What could motivate him to take an even bigger step?

In the following days, Bian Zhizhi's smile appeared stiff, barely maintaining its form, but lacking any vitality.

When reading picture books to Wei Zixian, she would suddenly drift off, staring at a painted bird on a certain page, her gaze already unfocused.

When mixing paints, she would squeeze a tube of Prussian blue everywhere without even realizing it.

She didn't notice that Wei Zixian was closing the book more frequently.

He remained silent, but his light-colored eyes, which were always gazing out the window or at the pages of a book, began to linger on her for longer periods.

Wei Zixian was simply closed off and not good at communicating, but he was not completely oblivious to it.

Bian Zhizhi's world is shrouded in the shadow of the family banquet, while in Wei Zixian's world, Bian Zhizhi has become a unique existence in his gloomy world, and her emotional changes can be perceived by him.

Why is she no longer as cautious as before?

Is this place making her tired of it?

What did he do wrong?

Or... do I just not want to see him anymore?

This speculation made him feel uneasy and depressed.

So, on what seemed like an ordinary afternoon...

Bian Zhizhi was absentmindedly tidying up the paint box, rearranging the paint tubes according to color scheme, but her eyes were gazing blankly out the window, completely immersed in her own anxiety.

Completely unaware of Wei Zixian on the sofa, his gaze had lingered on her for a long time.