Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

She walked to the window, pushed it open, and the cool night breeze of late autumn rushed in, blowing on her burning face, bringing a touch of clarity, but it couldn't dispel the turmoil in her heart.

She looked out the window at the deep night.

The main banquet hall was still brightly lit, and music could be faintly heard.

But she seemed to be fleeing in panic from a bizarre dream.

She accomplished her mission, didn't she?

Wei Zixian successfully made an appearance for ten minutes, and even performed more steadily than expected.

Wei Yanqiu should be satisfied; the generous bonus and future security seem within reach.

But why did she feel no joy at all, but instead felt as if she were sinking into a deeper quagmire?

"It's because of that kiss..."

She murmured to herself, her fingers tracing her lips.

"No, it wasn't a kiss, it was...touch. Just touch."

She tried to convince herself, but her cheeks betrayed her and started burning again.

Meanwhile, the scene in the study of the main building was quite different.

The family dinner lasted for about an hour after Bian Zhizhi and Wei Zixian left.

The last group of guests were several uncles who held considerable influence in the family. Wei Yanqiu personally escorted them to the gate of the mansion and watched their taillights disappear into the night before turning back into the house.

The smile on her face vanished the moment she turned away.

She waved away all the servants waiting at the door and walked alone through the hall, up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

The echoing of high heels on the marble steps seemed particularly lonely in the quiet mansion.

The study door closed behind her.

She walked behind the desk, but instead of sitting down, she went straight to the wine cabinet against the wall.

The glass cabinet door was opened, and she took out a bottle of whiskey, pulling out the cork somewhat roughly, and the liquid was poured into a crystal glass.

She didn't add ice; she simply carried her glass to the window.

Outside the window, the lights in the courtyard gradually went out, leaving only a few ground lamps emitting light.

The night was as dark as ink, and the neon lights of the distant city formed a blurry halo on the horizon.

She held a glass of strong liquor in her hand, the amber liquid swirling gently in the glass, reflecting her unfathomable eyes.

The events of tonight, as she witnessed them and as reported by Butler Li, were etched into her mind in every detail.

To be honest, Zixian's performance was much better than she had expected, and could even be said to have... exceeded her expectations.

He was tense, stiff, and even fearful.

She stood in the center of the banquet hall, and even through the crowd, she could see his slightly trembling fingers and his overly forceful jawline.

But he didn't lose control, didn't break down, and didn't smash the cake in front of all the guests and scream like he did at his birthday party years ago.

He persevered and completed those crucial ten minutes.

This in itself is a huge victory.

This was enough to temporarily silence the gossips of those distant relatives, stabilize the precarious situation caused by her parents' long-term absence, and give her more confidence in some of the negotiations that followed.

Before leaving, her third uncle patted her shoulder and said, "Yanqiu, you've taken very good care of Zixian."

Fifth Uncle, unusually, didn't speak sarcastically, but simply said meaningfully, "It seems we were overthinking it."

These superficial approvals were a respite she earned through countless sleepless nights, numerous business negotiations, and countless arguments at family meetings.

And all of this is largely thanks to the therapist named Bian Zhizhi.

She recalled Bian Zhizhi's performance throughout the process.

She guided Zixian into the room at just the right moment, cleverly blocking most of the uncomfortable gazes with her body, whispering something in his ear, and always standing within his reach.

When she finally left, she reacted quickly and gave a proper reason, which did not arouse any unnecessary suspicion.

She does have some skill in calming Zixian's sensitive heart.

"Bian Zhizhi..." Wei Yanqiu murmured the name.

When she left tonight, she could see clearly that Zixian almost subconsciously clung to Bian Zhizhi, his steps unsteady, and he only managed to leave smoothly by relying on her support.

That complete dependence made Wei Yanqiu breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, a slight worry quietly rose in his heart.

She downed the glass of strong liquor in one gulp, the scalding liquid burning her way down her throat to her stomach.

Zixian had never shown such dependence on anyone, including her older sister.

This dependence is a good thing; it indicates that the healing is effective and a connection has been established.

But... isn't this dependence too deep?

Is it so profound that it might affect judgment, so profound that it might become a new weakness?

She slammed the empty wine glass down on the table.

In any case, tonight's outcome was good.

Bian Zhizhi deserves much credit.

Every reward that is due must be given; this is Wei Yanqiu's rule for doing things, and also her means of winning people's hearts.

"Butler Li." She pressed the intercom.

"Young Miss." Butler Li's voice came immediately, clearly indicating that he had been waiting for orders.

"Tomorrow, I will send a thank-you gift to Miss Bian in my name."

She added, "Make it more generous. Include the bonus promised by the bank, send it all together."

"Yes, Miss," Butler Li replied respectfully. "Any other instructions?"

Wei Yanqiu remained silent for a few seconds.

"In addition, starting tomorrow, I need to be able to see the surveillance cameras at the entrance of the activity room in real time. I don't need audio recordings, just the video footage."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the phone, but Butler Li quickly picked it up again.

"Understood. I will arrange for the technical department to adjust the permissions."

"Go."

Wei Yanqiu hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his throbbing temples.

Rewards should be given, but vigilance must not be relaxed.

She needs Bian Zhizhi to continue helping Zixian so that he can gradually adapt to the outside world, appear in necessary situations, and shut up those who are eyeing him covetously.

But she couldn't let Bian Zhizhi go too deep, couldn't let her become an irreplaceable presence in Zi Xian's world, and couldn't let her affect some more fundamental things.

She needs to find the right balance.

While offering her incentives, it's also important to remind her of her place and boundaries.

That night, Bian Zhizhi tossed and turned, barely sleeping at all.

The soft bedding beneath me felt like it was covered in thorns; no matter how I lay down, it was uncomfortable.

As soon as she closed her eyes, that brief touch, like a curse, would reappear, bringing waves of heart palpitations and blushing.

Worse still, under the cover of darkness, the senses are amplified infinitely.

She could even recall more details.

The memory on my lips grows ever more vivid.

The sight was so vivid that she had to cover her head with the blanket and scream silently in the darkness.

At three in the morning, she finally gave up on falling asleep, got up and turned on the desk lamp.

The warm yellow light dispelled some of the darkness, but it couldn't dispel the turmoil in her heart.

She took out her notebook, spread it out on the table, picked up her pen, and tried to use words to clarify her thoughts.