Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Wei Zixian was sitting on his usual soft chair by the window. Outside the window was the deep darkness of night. He held a picture book in his hand, but he wasn't looking at it. He was just staring out the window, lost in thought.

"Young Master, shall we try on the clothes for tomorrow night?"

Bian Zhizhi took out the dark gray plaid suit she had prepared for Wei Zixian. It was elegantly tailored and made of high-quality fabric.

Upon hearing this, Wei Zixian closed the picture album and stood up obediently.

He let Bian Zhizhi help him change into a suit jacket.

He was tall and slender, and the suit he wore fit him perfectly, making him look even more handsome and noble.

But the lingering melancholy and aloofness between his brows made him resemble an exquisite glass beauty.

Bian Zhizhi then took out several ties and pocket squares and held them up in front of him.

"Young Master, what do you think of this silver-gray silk tie? Or is this dark blue jacquard tie more sophisticated?"

She picked up the silver-gray tie and held it up against the chest of his white shirt, then asked.

Wei Zixian lowered his eyes and looked at it, without any expression, and nodded.

Bian Zhizhi picked up the dark blue one again: "What about this one?"

Wei Zixian nodded again.

Bian Zhizhi chuckled and picked up a light beige pocket square.

"How about this? Pairing it with a tie can brighten up the overall color scheme and prevent it from being too dull."

Wei Zixian simply nodded.

Bian Zhizhi understood; he didn't care about these external decorations at all and was just going through the motions to cooperate with her.

She simply put together an outfit for him according to her own aesthetic sense:

A dark gray suit, a light blue shirt, a dark blue tie, and a beige pocket square—simple and elegant.

It is appropriate for the occasion without being too dull or old-fashioned, and it can bring out his cool and aloof temperament.

"Alright, that's settled then. Is that alright, young master?"

She finally confirmed this and guided him to look at the full-length mirror on the wall.

Wei Zixian glanced at his formally dressed self in the mirror, his gaze somewhat unfocused, but he still nodded.

Bian Zhizhi asked Butler Li to help send Wei Zixian's dress back to her room, and then she went back to her room to try on the dress that Wei Yanqiu had prepared for her.

She wore a light champagne-colored knee-length dress, simple and elegant in style, understated and befitting her status.

She looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and said to herself, "Bian Zhizhi, keep going."

On the night of the family banquet, the main banquet hall of the Wei residence was brightly lit, filled with elegant ladies and graceful figures.

Wei Zixian was wearing the clothes that Bian Zhizhi had chosen for him.

Bian Zhizhi stood with Wei Zixian in the shadows of the side door of the banquet hall.

The dim light here contrasts sharply with the blinding light streaming through the cracks in the door, creating two completely different worlds.

Wei Zixian's hands were icy cold, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

Inside the hall, glasses clinked and laughter drifted out, like a dangerous tide.

Bian Zhizhi stood beside him and said softly.

"Young master, don't be afraid, it's only ten minutes. I'll be right next to you, I won't leave your side."

If you feel it's not right, just squeeze my hand, and we'll leave immediately.

Wei Zixian turned his head and glanced at her. His light-colored eyes were filled with struggle, but he still took a deep breath and nodded.

Meanwhile, not far away, Wei Yanqiu, surrounded by several important guests, held a nearly untouched glass of champagne, maintaining a perfect social smile, and was chatting with an uncle about the recent financial market.

But out of the corner of his eye, he kept his gaze fixed on the side door, a sight that only someone very close could notice.

Her palms, holding the wine glass, were already soaked with cold sweat.

She was praying frantically in her heart.

When the clock finally struck the appointed time, Bian Zhizhi felt Wei Zixian's arm muscles tense to their limit.

She glanced at him one last time, gave him a look, then took a deep breath, took the first step, and gently pushed open the door.

In an instant, all eyes in the hall focused on the eye-catching couple at the door.

Wei Zixian's body swayed violently, almost falling backward. Bian Zhizhi immediately and subtly supported him with her own body, whispering.

"Young master, look at me, just look at me, and follow me."

Wei Zixian suddenly lowered his head, his gaze fixed on Bian Zhizhi's shoulder, as if it were his only reference point.

He forced himself to start walking, following her step by step into the noisy place he feared.

He could feel those gazes pricking him like needles.

His stomach churned, and his ears rang, but he remembered the agreement, those ten minutes, and... the "confirmation" that awaited him.

He gritted his teeth, resisting his instinct to escape with sheer willpower.

Wei Yanqiu stepped forward at the opportune moment, skillfully deflecting several relatives who wanted to approach and strike up a conversation, and led Bian Zhizhi and Wei Zixian to a relatively quiet corner.

"Zixian, Zhizhi, you've arrived."

She spoke naturally, then turned to the elders who had gathered around and introduced them with a smile.

With a relaxed tone, he diverted attention from Wei Zixian's obviously stiff body and drooping head.

"Zixian is a little shy, and Zhizhi is helping him adjust. Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle, about that fund we were talking about earlier..."

Bian Zhizhi then guided Wei Zixian to stand in a relatively quiet corner, using her body to block most of his view.

She kept whispering.

"It's alright, young master, very good, just stand there... Time will be up soon... Look at me, take a deep breath..."

Those ten minutes felt like an eternity.

Every second felt like walking on a knife's edge, agonizing the nerves of both of them.

Bian Zhizhi's nerves were stretched to the limit.

She had to be fully focused on Wei Zixian's condition to prevent him from collapsing, pay attention to Wei Yanqiu's hints, and also endure the subtle stares from those around her.

She felt cold sweat seeping down her back, the dress clinging to her skin, feeling icy cold.

Wei Zixian kept his head up the whole time, his body stiff, but he just stood there, without breaking down or running away.

As the clock struck its designated mark, Wei Yanqiu immediately gave Bian Zhizhi a look.

Bian Zhizhi felt as if she had been granted a pardon and spoke softly to Wei Zixian.

"Young Master, it's time. We should go back and rest."

The departure process was equally closely watched, but Wei Zixian left the banquet hall with Bian Zhizhi almost with his last bit of strength.

They seemed to hear whispers behind them, but they had no time to pay attention.

As soon as I returned to the familiar activity room, I closed the door behind me, completely shutting out all the noise from outside.

Wei Zixian looked completely exhausted, his temples soaked with sweat.

His eyes were closed, and his chest was heaving violently, clearly still not recovered from the extreme stress.

Bian Zhizhi looked at his pale face, her heart filled with complex emotions, but also with a sense of relief.

She poured him a glass of warm water, and after his breathing had calmed down a bit, she tried to distract him by speaking softly.

"Young Master, you did it! Excellent! Now... what reward would you like? Do you remember our agreement?"