Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

In the distance, the main building was still brightly lit.

She knew that Wei Yanqiu must be waiting there.

We await her report, her explanation, and her outcome in handling this chaos.

How will she explain it?

Is it true that Wei Zixian broke down because of her departure?

Did she soothe him with a kiss?

Is it true that they are currently maintaining this intimate posture that crosses boundaries?

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes.

She doesn't have the answers to these questions yet.

She tentatively suggested, "Young Master... the floor is cold, shall we... get up and sit on the sofa for a while?"

Wei Zixian nodded.

Bian Zhizhi held his arm and guided him to slowly stand up.

His body was still a little stiff, his steps were unsteady, and he was leaning almost half his weight on her.

Bian Zhizhi gritted her teeth, supporting him as she painstakingly walked around the broken pieces on the ground, toward the only velvet sofa in the corner of the room that was still intact.

After settling him on the sofa, Bian Zhizhi immediately poured a glass of warm water and brought it to his lips.

Wei Zixian did not refuse. He took small sips from her hand, his Adam's apple bobbing gently with each swallow.

After drinking the water, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Bian Zhizhi looked at his fragile appearance, as if he could break at any moment, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

She silently got up and began to clean up the mess.

She finally cleaned up the most dangerous pieces, and the room no longer looked so alarming.

Wei Zixian had opened his eyes at some point and was quietly looking at her.

When he saw her looking over, he didn't look away. Instead, he stared at her even more directly, making Bian Zhizhi's heartbeat, which had just calmed down, become erratic again.

"Young Master, are you feeling better?" she asked softly as she walked over.

Wei Zixian didn't answer, but simply pointed to her cheek.

Bian Zhizhi subconsciously raised her hand to touch it, and her fingertips touched something sticky, which seemed to be paint that had been accidentally smeared on her when she was wiping it.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the activity room.

Butler Li's voice came from outside the door: "Miss Bian? Young Master... how is he?"

Bian Zhizhi glanced at Wei Zixian, and seeing that he didn't react strongly, she went over and opened the door a crack.

Butler Li stood outside the door, his face filled with worry. Behind him were two maids carrying trays with light porridge and tea.

"Butler Li," Bian Zhizhi stepped aside slightly and lowered her voice, "Young Master has calmed down for now. He just drank some water and is resting on the sofa."

Butler Li peeked into the room, which, although tidied up, was still messy, and saw Wei Zixian on the sofa. He breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry in his eyes did not lessen: "That's good, that's good... Miss Bian has really worked hard."

These are the meals that Miss ordered to be delivered. Please have some with the young master. Should we have this place thoroughly cleaned?

"Not for now," Bian Zhizhi shook her head. "Young Master has just calmed down, and too many strangers coming in might upset him. I've tidied up a bit, and we'll talk about it later."

"Very well, Miss Bian is very thoughtful." Butler Li nodded, instructing the maid to place the tray on a small table by the door that had escaped the disaster. "Then we'll trouble Miss Bian to take care of things. Please call me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, thank you, Butler Li."

After seeing Butler Li off, Bian Zhizhi brought in the meal. The porridge was still warm, emitting a faint aroma of rice.

She ladled out a small bowl, walked to the sofa, and said softly, "Young Master, you haven't eaten all day, would you like some porridge?"

Wei Zixian looked at the bowl in her hand, then at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slightly opened his mouth.

Bian Zhizhi carefully fed him spoonful by spoonful, and he ate obediently, but his eyes never left her face. That look made Bian Zhizhi's feeding movements a little stiff.

After feeding him porridge and watching him drink half a cup of water, Wei Zixian seemed to be in better spirits, but he was still very tired.

Bian Zhizhi said softly, "Young Master, shall I take you back to your room to rest? This place... still needs to be thoroughly cleaned."

Wei Zixian nodded and extended his hand to her.

Bian Zhizhi helped him stand up, and his arm rested on her shoulder, more relaxed than before, but also more...natural.

They slowly walked out of the activity room, through the corridor, and toward the master bedroom.

Along the way, they encountered two servants, who both bowed their heads respectfully and gave way.

They escorted Wei Zixian back to his bedroom, settled him down, and covered him with a blanket.

His eyes remained fixed on her until she was about to leave, at which point he suddenly spoke, his voice low and husky: "You...you're not leaving, are you?"

Bian Zhizhi stopped, turned around, looked into his eyes, and nodded solemnly: "I won't leave, young master. You can sleep peacefully."

Wei Zixian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes.

Perhaps due to extreme exhaustion, he fell asleep quickly.

Bian Zhizhi closed the bedroom door and let out a long sigh of relief.

The day's thrilling events left her feeling utterly exhausted.

It was too late today, so Wei Yanqiu gave Bian Zhizhi one night to rest and told her to report back the next day.

Bian Zhizhi spent the entire night thinking about how to make the story sound better.

"President Wei." Bian Zhizhi arrived at the appointed time. This wasn't her first time here, but she was even more nervous this time than before.

Wei Yanqiu didn't look up, but waved her hand to indicate that she should explain what happened last night.

Bian Zhizhi gave a simple explanation.

"The young master suddenly acted this way yesterday because something suddenly disappeared after he had adapted to his environment, which made him feel frightened."

"Simply put, it's because the young master feels that everything in that room belongs to him, including the people, that's why he reacted so strongly after I disappeared."

After Bian Zhizhi finished speaking, she looked up at Wei Yanqiu. She was a little worried that this reason would not be convincing, as Wei Yanqiu was not someone who was easily fooled.

Bian Zhizhi had no choice; this was the best solution she could think of at the moment. Now she could only anxiously await the verdict.

Unexpectedly, Wei Yanqiu didn't react much after hearing this, only telling her to continue following up and to help Wei Zixian recover as soon as possible. After giving a few more brief instructions, she sent her back.

On the way to the activity room, Zhizhi's heart was still pounding wildly.

The activity room has been restored to its original state, nothing has changed, as if yesterday's mess was just a dream of Bian Zhizhi.

Wei Zixian remained seated in the same spot, head bowed, reading a book. It was a quiet and peaceful scene.

If only things could stay like this forever, back to how we always were.

But Bian Zhizhi knew it was impossible; from the moment she agreed to Wei Zixian's request, none of this was possible anymore.

This healing process, which began with trading, is sliding into an unknown abyss in a completely out-of-control direction.