Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Perhaps it was because she had too many things on her mind that Bian Zhizhi's tense nerves could not bear the burden.

Just three days after hastily returning to the Wei residence from home and barely managing to deal with Wei Zixian's storm-like collapse, Bian Zhizhi collapsed.

This illness came too suddenly, as if the fatigue that had been suppressed for a long time had found a breakthrough and surged out all at once.

On the morning of the fourth day, Bian Zhizhi was awakened by a severe dizziness and a burning sensation in her throat.

Before I was fully conscious, my body had already sent out warning signals.

She struggled to sit up, but suddenly everything went black, and the ceiling seemed to be slowly rotating, bringing a nauseating dizziness.

My temples are throbbing, my throat is dry and sore, and every swallow brings a sharp pain.

My bones felt sore and weak all over, and even a simple movement like raising my arm became incredibly difficult.

She leaned over the edge of the bed and gagged a few times, but nothing came out.

After a while, she managed to sit up and reach for the electronic thermometer on the bedside table.

The cool probe was placed under her burning forehead, and after a soft "beep," red numbers lit up on the screen.

38.5 ° C.

I have a fever.

Bian Zhizhi leaned against the headboard, her forehead damp with cold sweat, the stray hairs clinging to her skin.

The sky outside the window was a hazy gray, as if it were about to rain, or as if it would always be half-light and half-dark.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of her own heavy breathing.

She picked up her phone; the screen's light was particularly glaring in the dim room.

Unlocking the chat interface, I found Wei Yanqiu's chat interface. My fingertips were weak and trembling, making typing extremely difficult.

"Mr. Wei, I apologize for bothering you. I suddenly developed a high fever this morning, 38.5℃, and I feel dizzy and weak. I'm afraid I won't be able to carry out today's routine treatment. Would you mind if I asked you for a day off?"

Every word seemed to have been written with great effort.

After clicking send, she felt as if her last bit of support had been drained away, and she slid back into bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blankets.

But it's cold.

It was a chill that seeped into her bones, making her teeth chatter uncontrollably even under the down comforter.

After some time, my phone vibrated.

Bian Zhizhi struggled to open her heavy eyelids and reached for her phone.

Wei Yanqiu's reply was very simple, only six characters, and he was even stingy with punctuation.

"Okay, take a rest."

There were no further questions, no concern, and not even an assessment of her condition.

It's like dealing with a trivial schedule change; you can dismiss it with a single sentence.

Bian Zhizhi looked at the line of words, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

She did so much, yet she couldn't get a single word of concern from him.

That's true. After all, they are just employees and servants. We can't forget the distance between her and Wei Yanqiu just because her relationship with Wei Zixian has become ambiguous.

Fortunately, I breathed a sigh of relief; at least I wasn't made things difficult for.

She tried to force a smile, but it only made her chapped lips twitch.

Well, it's good to be able to rest for a day.

She tossed her phone back onto the bedside table, closed her eyes again, and let the drowsiness brought on by the high fever engulf her.

Consciousness gradually faded.

There seemed to be tinnitus in my ears, or perhaps the sound of servants' hushed footsteps coming from a great distance.

My body felt like it was being roasted on a fire one moment and thrown into an ice cave the next.

She curled up, hugging herself tightly, and in the vulnerability brought on by her illness, she vaguely thought: I wonder if Wei Zixian will behave today...

The thought flashed through my mind, only to be swallowed up by the deeper darkness.

Meanwhile, in the activity room on the other side of the main building, time was ticking away.

Wei Zixian was already sitting in his usual spot, the single sofa by the window.

A bird guidebook lay open on my lap, the page stopped on the "Golden Pheasant".

But his gaze did not fall on the book.

Every few minutes, his gaze would involuntarily drift toward the closed door.

Ears perked up, catching any sounds that might come from the hallway outside the door.

Familiar footsteps, the sound of keys turning, or her soft voice.

She always arrives promptly at 7:40.

Neither early nor late.

Now, the antique clock on the wall is pointing to eight o'clock.

The entrance remained empty.

Wei Zixian pursed his lips slightly.

He lowered his head, forcing himself to focus his attention back on the pages of the book.

The magnificent long tail feathers of the golden pheasant now resemble a blurry patch of color, unable to form an image in my mind.

Those scientific names, distribution areas, and descriptions of habits that he had long memorized all became meaningless symbols at this moment.

"despair."

The second hand of the wall clock skipped a second.

Wei Zixian curled his fingers up, blinked rapidly, and fluttered his eyelashes, as if he was thinking about what was going on.

Why hasn't she arrived yet?

Was there a delay on the way?

still is……

An uncontrollable thought suddenly entered his mind: Did he leave again, just like last time?

will not.

The thought was immediately and fiercely rejected by Wei Zixian.

She promised.

She agreed.

Wei Zixian took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

I tried to suppress that terrifying thought.

However, the more one suppresses it, the clearer the thought becomes.

He vividly remembered the breakdown he experienced after her last "disappearance".

He closed the book with a dull "snap".

His gaze locked onto the door again, his eyes revealing an anxiety he himself was unaware of.

The morning passed slowly and agonizingly in the waiting.

Wei Zixian maintained the same posture, only his occasional glances towards the door betraying the turmoil in his heart.

When lunchtime arrived, Bian Zhizhi still hadn't appeared.

Normally, she would bring a carefully prepared lunchbox from the kitchen a few minutes in advance, place it on the small round table, and then softly call to him, "Young Master, it's time to eat."

Today, that small round table is clean and empty.

Wei Zixian stared at the empty table for a long time, until his eyes started to sting.

"Knock knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door, a regular three knocks.

Wei Zixian looked up abruptly and responded almost immediately: "Go in."

The door was pushed open, but it wasn't that familiar figure who entered.

Butler Li entered carrying a silver tray laden with exquisite white porcelain tableware. The lids were tightly sealed, and steam from the food could be faintly seen escaping from them.

"Young master, it's time for lunch."

Butler Li placed the tray on the small round table and lifted the lid.

"Today the kitchen has prepared your favorite steamed cod, served with asparagus and water chestnuts. The young lady specifically requested that it be prepared lightly."

Wei Zixian didn't look at the food; his gaze swept past Butler Li and went straight to the doorway behind him, which was still empty.

Then, my gaze shifted back to Butler Li's perpetually expressionless face.