Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

The pen lingered on the paper for a long time before finally writing the first word:

October 27, 3:12 AM

I……

The pen tip paused here.

The ink spread into a small dot on the paper, a manifestation of her chaotic emotions at that moment.

He doesn't understand... he doesn't understand anything.

That was just curiosity, just an experiment.

But... why is my heart beating so fast?

After some time, the sky outside the window began to lighten.

The first rays of dawn pierced through the thick clouds, casting a hazy outline on the trees in the courtyard.

Bian Zhizhi stood up and walked to the mirror.

The person in the mirror had bloodshot eyes, dark circles under their eyes, a pale face, but unusually red lips from being repeatedly bitten.

"Bian Zhizhi,"

She whispered to herself in the mirror.

"You are a professional healer. You know where the boundaries are."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Wei Yanqiu stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

The blinding morning light flooded in instantly, causing her to squint instinctively.

In the courtyard, the gardener had already begun his work, pruning the expensive ornamental plants.

Everything was so orderly, so perfect, just like the image she had always maintained.

She has to keep going.

For Wei Zixian's sake, and for her own.

Bian Zhizhi arrived at the activity room with dark circles under her eyes.

The exhaustion from not sleeping all night slowed her down, but what weighed even heavier was the unease in her heart and the almost overflowing embarrassment.

She stood in front of that familiar door, raising and lowering her hand several times, seemingly hesitant to push it open.

She was afraid to see Wei Zixian, unsure how to face him after the absurd scene last night.

Should I pretend nothing happened and continue playing the role of a calm and professional healer?

still……?

If he brings up that "reward" again, how should she respond?

A jumble of wild guesses raged in her mind, making her heart race.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and turned the doorknob.

The room was as quiet as ever.

Wei Zixian was already sitting on his usual window chair, with the thick bird guide open on his lap.

Hearing the door open, he looked up at the doorway.

In that instant, Bian Zhizhi's heart leaped into her throat, and her cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

She forced herself to calm down and forced a smile that looked as natural as possible: "Good morning, young master."

Wei Zixian looked at her and saw that she was no different from usual.

He showed no unusual expression, nor did he avoid her gaze.

She simply nodded in response, then turned her gaze back to the encyclopedia on her lap.

It was as if... last night's earth-shattering kiss, and his audacious request for a "reward," had never happened.

It was all just her own chaotic illusion.

Bian Zhizhi stood there, stunned and at a loss. All the prepared remarks and solutions were rendered useless.

But his nonchalant attitude did indeed give her a secret sense of relief.

Perhaps, for him, it really was just a simple "experiment".

She walked to the small coffee table, ready to pour him a glass of warm water as usual to start her workday.

Just then, Wei Zixian suddenly closed the book, looked up, and his gaze fell on her again.

Bian Zhizhi paused in her pouring motion, causing the water stream to veer slightly and a few drops to splash onto the table.

Her heart jumped again.

What is he planning to do now?

She didn't want, and absolutely couldn't let, happen again.

That would do nothing to help Wei Zixian's condition, and it would be a disaster for her career.

Fortunately, Wei Zixian didn't say anything, but his eyes seemed to say everything.

She felt a sudden panic and could only hurriedly avoid his gaze and lower her head.

"Young master, here's your water."

She turned around, placed the water glass on the low table next to him, and deliberately kept a greater distance than usual.

Wei Zixian's gaze moved from her face to the water glass, and then back to her face.

He didn't move or speak; he just stared at her.

The undisguised gaze made Bian Zhizhi almost want to flee.

Just when she was about to give up, Wei Zixian finally looked away and reopened the illustrated book on his lap.

He turned to a page and lightly touched it with his finger, as if the eye contact he had just made had never happened.

Bian Zhizhi let out a long sigh of relief, only then realizing that she had been holding her breath the whole time.

She stepped back to the easel, pretending to organize the paints, but her fingers were still trembling slightly.

Around 10 a.m., there was a knock on the door of the activity room, breaking the delicate atmosphere inside.

Bian Zhizhi opened the door almost gratefully.

She welcomes anything that can break this eerie tranquility.

Outside the door, Butler Li, accompanied by two servants, brought in several beautifully packaged gift boxes.

"Miss Bian, good morning. I apologize for disturbing you and the young master."

Butler Li smiled amiably, his gaze sweeping over Bian Zhizhi's slightly awkward face and Wei Zixian sitting quietly in the room.

"Good morning, Butler Li."

"This was sent on the young lady's orders."

Butler Li gestured to the servants to carefully bring in the gift boxes and place them on an empty low cabinet in the corner of the activity room. The boxes were stacked up and looked quite impressive.

"A small token of my appreciation for your hard work and excellent performance last night. Miss said, 'Thank you for your hard work.'"

Bian Zhizhi looked at the gift boxes of different sizes, all of which were very well packaged, and was somewhat flattered. She quickly thanked them.

"Mr. Wei, you're too kind. This is just my job, and I really don't deserve such a generous gift."

"Ms. Bian, there's no need to be so modest. Your work achievements are evident to all."

With a beaming smile, Butler Li stepped forward and opened the long, narrow, and exquisite wooden box on top.

On the deep blue velvet lining, there was a set of imported paints and matching precious sable brushes that Bian Zhizhi had once seen in a top art magazine and dared not think about again.

This single box is worth as much as an average person's income over several years.

Bian Zhizhi's breathing paused slightly.

The other box contained several high-quality new seasonal dresses and matching shoes and bags, as well as a velvet jewelry box containing a simple yet valuable diamond necklace that shone even indoors.

It goes far beyond the scope of a "thank you gift".

"Miss Bian?" Butler Li's voice brought her back to reality.

Bian Zhizhi suddenly came to her senses and quickly said.

"This...this is far too precious, I am unworthy of it..."

"This is a token of the young lady's affection," Butler Li interrupted her. "Please, Miss Bian, accept it."

He paused, then took an envelope with a bank's logo from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

He handed the envelope to Bian Zhizhi with both hands and said.

"The young lady also instructed that this is an additional bonus to thank you for your hard work. The amount has been deposited into your account as stipulated in the contract; this is the confirmation letter."