Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Later, with Bian Zhizhi's continued encouragement and companionship, this time gradually increased to three minutes and then five minutes.

From simply standing at the doorway, one can slowly walk along the quiet corridor to the nearest arched floor-to-ceiling window and look out at the more expansive courtyard view.

Bian Zhizhi would promptly acknowledge every small success.

"Young master, look, you did it! We only stood there for five minutes!"

"It's so great that I can get to the window today!"

However, simply adapting to a relatively open space is not enough.

The biggest challenge of hosting a family dinner is "people".

Bian Zhizhi found some outdated fashion magazines and social celebrity magazines.

She placed the magazine on a small coffee table a little away from the window and said to Wei Zixian, who was sitting in a soft chair by the window.

"Young master, let's play a little game today. Let's look at the 'scenery' outside the window and take a look at these 'visitors from afar'."

She pretended that the view outside the window was a garden where a family dinner was taking place, and that the well-dressed men and women in the magazine were guests in the distance.

While pretending to describe the "garden scenery," he secretly observed Wei Zixian's reaction to the images of people in the magazine.

At first, Wei Zixian would immediately look away from the photos as soon as his eyes met them, leaning back slightly to show his discomfort.

"Young master, look at the color of this lady's dress. Doesn't it resemble the feathers of some rare parrot?"

Bian Zhizhi tried to desensitize the product using elements that interested him.

When he shows signs of distress, she immediately closes the magazine to block his view while simultaneously practicing soothing him.

"Young master, look at me, take a deep breath... yes, like this."

Immediately afterwards, Bian Zhizhi led Wei Zixian through the procedures.

"Young master, on the day of the family banquet, we will enter through this side door. There will be many people inside, the lights may be brighter, and it may be noisier than here."

But you don't need to look at them, smile at them, or say anything. You just need to stay by my side for ten minutes.

I'll stay with you. If you feel you can't take it anymore, just gently tug at my sleeve, and we'll leave immediately, okay?

Bian Zhizhi patiently described the possible situations and coping strategies to him, reducing the fear brought about by the unknown.

Although Wei Zixian remained silent, he cooperated with Bian Zhizhi's every attempt.

Sometimes he would get so nervous that his fingertips would turn cold, but with Bian Zhizhi's voice and companionship, he persevered time and time again.

All of Bian Zhizhi and Wei Zixian's attempts in the activity room of the annex and the surrounding corridors did not escape the eyes of the main building.

Although Wei Yanqiu never attended in person, she was fully aware of every change in her younger brother through the meticulous daily reports from Steward Li.

Every evening, after reporting daily affairs to Wei Yanqiu in the study, Butler Li would mention the situation of the annex.

"Miss, Miss Bian accompanied the young master this afternoon, walking back and forth twice in the east corridor on the second floor, which took about twenty minutes."

The young master stood at the door for a full three minutes before taking a step. Later, his steps became more steady, and when he reached the arched window, he stood there watching the gardener prune the rose bushes for a while.

Wei Yanqiu paused slightly as he was reviewing documents, leaving a tiny ink dot on the paper.

"Um."

The answer was brief, but Wei Yanqiu's feelings at that moment were mixed.

Another day, Steward Li reported.

"Miss Bian found some old magazines, and it seems she and the young master are doing some kind of... recognition exercise."

The magazine contained photographs of people. The young master was initially reluctant to look at them, but later, with Miss Bian's encouragement, he was able to look at them for a while.

Wei Yanqiu picked up the black tea beside her, gently blew on it to cool it, and the rising steam blurred the emotions in her eyes.

Her younger brother, under the guidance of the young therapist, is gradually trying to connect with the outside world that he has long feared.

She never went to the annex building herself.

It's not that we don't care, it's that we don't dare.

She was afraid that her presence would bring pressure and shatter the sense of security that Bian Zhizhi had worked so hard to create.

The afternoon before the family dinner, Bian Zhizhi and Wei Zixian had just finished a mock practice session.

They successfully walked from the activity room door to the staircase at the end of the garden and stood there for nearly ten minutes.

Although Wei Zixian stayed close to Bian Zhizhi throughout the incident, his body was stiff and his palms were cold, but he did not show any violent panic reaction.

After sending Wei Zixian back to his room to rest, Bian Zhizhi returned to her own room and was about to open her notebook to record today's progress and the final preparations for tomorrow when there was a soft knock on the door.

She opened the door, and standing outside was Wei Yanqiu.

She was still dressed in a business suit, but her face was full of fatigue.

"President Wei?"

Bian Zhizhi was a little surprised and stepped aside to let her in.

Wei Yanqiu rarely came to her room in person.

Wei Yanqiu entered the room, his gaze sweeping over the notes and sketchbooks spread out on Bian Zhizhi's table. Without exchanging pleasantries, he went straight to the point.

"Miss Bian, the family banquet is tomorrow. I only have one question: is Zixian... sure he can attend tomorrow?"

Her eyes were fixed on Bian Zhizhi, allowing no room for evasion.

Bian Zhizhi's heart skipped a beat; she knew this was the final confirmation.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to meet Wei Yanqiu's gaze, and answered in the most resolute tone possible.

"Yes, Mr. Wei, please rest assured. The young master is ready. We have made thorough preparations and contingency plans. He will definitely be able to show up for ten minutes tomorrow."

She even straightened her back, as if to encourage herself or to make a solemn pledge to Wei Yanqiu.

Wei Yanqiu glanced at her, his gaze seemingly trying to penetrate her soul and judge the truth or falsehood of her words.

A few seconds later, she nodded, her tone softening slightly, but still retaining the authority of a superior.

"Okay, I trust your expertise. Tomorrow, it's up to you."

She didn't say another word, nor did she wait for Bian Zhizhi's response. She turned and left the room, the sound of her high heels fading into the distance in the corridor.

Bian Zhizhi closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and let out a long sigh of relief, only to find that her palms were covered in sweat.

As evening approached, just as Bian Zhizhi had calmed down, there was another knock on the door.

Butler Li, accompanied by several servants, pushed over several mobile coat racks, which were filled with designer clothes and accessory boxes covered with dust bags.

"Miss Bian, these are the dresses and accessories that the eldest young lady instructed us to prepare for tonight's family banquet for you and the young master. Please take a look and also help the young master put together an outfit."

After Bian Zhizhi thanked them, the servants pushed the clothes rack into an empty space in the room and then left.

Hanging above are all kinds of high-end gowns.

She carefully selected several outfits that she thought best suited Wei Zixian's temperament and brought them to the activity room.