Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

She carefully put away all the valuable gifts Wei Yanqiu had given her and locked them in the wardrobe.

She hesitated for a long time before finally putting the paint set into the cabinet.

After tidying up, she sat on the edge of the bed, watching the sky outside the window gradually darken.

She did not go to say goodbye to Wei Zixian in person.

Standing outside his room, I raised my hand and then lowered it, but in the end I didn't have the courage to knock on the door.

She didn't know how to face him, or how to explain why she suddenly had to leave for a few days.

She secretly thought that perhaps leaving without saying goodbye would be better.

A brief separation and silence allowed him to cool down and also helped her own chaotic heartbeat return to normal.

She simply wrote a note and asked Butler Li to deliver it:

Young Master:

I need to go home and take care of some things, so I'll be away for a few days.

I'll be back in a week.

Please eat and rest on time when I am not around.

On the far right of the third shelf in the activity room, I've placed a new collection of bird photography. I hope you like it.

Side branches

When Butler Li took the note, he glanced at her with a meaningful look, but ultimately said nothing and simply nodded.

"Miss Bian, rest assured, I will pass it on to the young master. Have a pleasant holiday."

The next morning, before dawn, Bian Zhizhi dragged her suitcase and left the Wei residence.

The taxi drove away from the luxurious mansion area in the morning mist, gradually merging into the morning rush hour traffic.

Bian Zhizhi sat in the back seat, watching the street scene rushing past the window, and suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

She felt much better after days of fatigue.

When her mother, Lin Suxin, opened the door and saw her, she was so surprised that she almost burst into tears.

"Zhizhi! Why are you back? You didn't even tell me!"

Her mother held her hand and looked her up and down, her eyes filled with heartache.

"You've lost weight. Are you working too hard?"

"Mom, I'm on vacation and coming back to stay for a few days."

Bian Zhizhi put down her suitcase. "Where's Dad?"

"She's lying in the inner room."

Bian Zhizhi walked into her parents' bedroom.

The father, Bian Wenbo, was leaning against the headboard with a newspaper in his hand. When he saw his daughter come in, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Zhizhi is back!"

"dad."

"How's your work? Are your family members good to you?"

"It's great," Bian Zhizhi said. "President Wei is a very nice person, and the compensation he gives is very high."

However, Bian Zhizhi's holiday was abruptly interrupted by an urgent telegram from Wei Yanqiu on the afternoon of the third day.

When the cell phone rang sharply, Bian Zhizhi was in the kitchen with her mother, learning to make dumplings, her hands covered in flour.

Seeing the words "President Wei" flashing on the screen, she had a strange, ominous feeling.

Why would Wei Yanqiu call her at this time?

There are still four days of holiday left, so logically...

She wiped her hands, went to the balcony, and answered the phone: "Hello, Mr. Wei?"

On the phone, Wei Yanqiu's voice lacked its usual composure and was filled with anxiety.

"Bian Zhizhi, come back right now! Immediately!"

"President Wei, what happened? Is it the young master...?" Bian Zhizhi quickly put down her work, grabbed her phone, and went to a suitable place to answer the call.

"Zi Xian locked himself in the activity room, refusing to see anyone, and smashed things all over the floor! Butler Li went to persuade him and almost got cut by flying shards of porcelain!"

Wei Yanqiu spoke quickly and urgently.

"He's not doing well at all. The doctor came, but it's no use. He won't let anyone near him! You're all we have now. We hope you can come back immediately!"

Bian Zhizhi's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Wei Zixian...is he having a breakdown?

"I...I'll be right back!"

Bian Zhizhi didn't have time to think it through, or even to explain it to her parents.

He only hurriedly said that he had an urgent matter to attend to and had to rush back. He only packed half of his luggage before rushing out the door to hail a taxi and giving the address of the Wei residence.

Along the way, all sorts of terrible speculations swirled in her mind.

He locked himself up? Smashed things? And almost hurt Butler Li?

When the car stopped in front of the Wei residence, it was already dark.

Bian Zhizhi practically ran through the courtyard and corridor, the wheels of her suitcase making a screeching noise on the stone pavement.

Butler Li waited solemnly at the main building entrance. Seeing her, he looked at her as if she were his savior: "Miss Bian, you're finally back! Young Master... sigh..."

"How is he now?" Bian Zhizhi asked breathlessly.

"They're still locked in the activity room, and no one is allowed in," Butler Li said in a low voice.

"The young lady went to the company, and the young master won't listen to anything. It's been three hours already."

Bian Zhizhi's heart clenched even tighter.

She dropped her suitcase, disregarding etiquette, and rushed straight to the main building.

Finally, she stopped at the door of the activity room.

The door was tightly shut.

There was no sound inside, only deathly silence.

She raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

no respond.

"Young Master, it's me, Bian Zhizhi. I'm back."

There has still been no response.

She tried turning the doorknob.

The door was unlocked.

She pushed the door open, then closed it behind her, leaving only the two of them in the room.

The sight before her made her gasp instantly, frozen in shock.

The once neat and orderly activity room is now a mess, as if it had been swept by a storm.

As far as the eye could see, there was nothing intact.

Books and picture albums were torn and thrown everywhere, scattered all over the ground.

The bird encyclopedia was spread out on the ground, one page of which had been roughly torn apart. The magnificent bird of paradise was now reduced to half a wing, while the other half of the page was missing.

The paint tube burst, splashing bright, vibrant colors onto the expensive carpet, sofa, and walls.

Decorative porcelain and glass ornaments were shattered and scattered all over the floor, requiring extreme caution to avoid being scratched.

Wei Zixian huddled in the middle of this chaotic and frenzied place.

He sat among a pile of books and cushions, leaning against the sofa.

She was wearing the same simple light gray loungewear she wore the day she left, now wrinkled beyond recognition, with paint stains on the cuffs and hem.

His hair was messy, with a few strands stuck to his forehead with sweat.

He lowered his head, burying his face between his knees, with only the back of his neck showing.

He didn't turn around when he heard the door open.

It didn't even move an inch.

"Young...Master?"

Bian Zhizhi's voice trembled as she carefully avoided the shards on the ground.

The broken glass and shards of porcelain made a faint "crunching" sound under her feet.

She moved closer to him.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The distance was shrinking, and she could see Wei Zixian's gaze through his hair, and his clenched fist.

The look in his eyes was indescribably unfamiliar, so cold that Bian Zhizhi was startled and stopped in her tracks, her heart almost stopping for a moment.

His face showed no intense expression, and was even paler than usual, but his light-colored eyes were churning with emotions that Bian Zhizhi had never seen before.

He stared intently at her, his voice hoarse and low.

Why are you avoiding me?