Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

"And her?" he asked.

Butler Li was taken aback.

"Young Master, are you asking about Miss Bian?"

Butler Li bowed slightly and reported.

"Miss Bian is not feeling well today and has suddenly developed a high fever. She has already asked the eldest young lady for leave and is resting in her room. Therefore, today's therapy session is suspended, and I will bring you lunch."

fever?

rest?

These two words swirled in Wei Zixian's mind.

He recalled that yesterday afternoon, she did have a cough and her face was paler than usual.

But he thought it was a minor matter.

So... it's gotten so serious that I need to take leave?

He looked at the chair she usually sat in; it was empty.

Looking at the tableware, there was only one set.

He paused for a few seconds, then spoke again, this time with a more specific question: "Has she... eaten?"

Butler Li was truly stunned this time.

Young Master... is he concerned about whether Miss Bian has eaten?

This went beyond the scope of his usual reports.

He quickly recalled the maid's report from that morning.

After sending a message to ask for leave, she seemed to be in a deep sleep and did not request food delivery.

"It seems...not yet," Butler Li replied cautiously, adding.

"Should I have someone send some light meals to Miss Bian?"

Wei Zixian did not answer immediately.

He turned his head and looked out the window again.

The ginkgo leaves in the yard had mostly turned yellow, appearing somewhat dull under the gray sky.

Then, he shook his head.

It's not that I'm refusing to deliver the food, but rather that I'm refusing... this lunch in front of me.

He didn't touch his chopsticks, and didn't even glance at the steaming cod on the table.

He sat there silently, demonstrating his attitude through his actions.

She wouldn't eat, and neither would he.

Butler Li sighed silently to himself.

He wasn't entirely surprised by this situation.

Since Miss Bian appeared, many of the young master's "rules" and "habits" have been undergoing subtle but irreversible changes.

I never expected that even the most basic meal would become tied to that person.

"Young master, please take some. Your health is important."

Butler Li tried to persuade them.

Wei Zixian seemed not to hear, his gaze still fixed on the window, displaying an attitude of refusing to communicate.

Butler Li knew that further persuasion was useless, so he bowed slightly.

"Then please rest for a while, I'll come back later."

He carried the almost untouched tray out and closed the door behind him.

Wei Zixian still didn't look at the food on the table, but simply maintained his posture of looking out the window.

Butler Li left the activity room and went straight to the study on the second floor without any delay.

Knock on the door and enter after receiving permission.

Several documents were laid out in front of Wei Yanqiu, who was reviewing them with a pen in his hand.

"Young Miss." Butler Li stood at an appropriate position in front of the desk and bowed slightly.

"Speak," Wei Yanqiu said without looking up.

"Young Master refuses to eat lunch," Butler Li said succinctly, "because Miss Bian is ill and hasn't shown up."

Wei Yanqiu rarely stopped what he was doing, but his tone sounded rather unpleasant: "Because of Bian Zhizhi?"

"It seems that Miss Bian has taken sick leave due to a high fever. After inquiring, the young master learned that Miss Bian had not eaten and therefore refused to eat."

Butler Li reported truthfully, paused, and added, "Young Master seems...to be very concerned."

"Bian Zhizhi..." Wei Yanqiu murmured her name, without any emotion, a cold smile curving his lips.

Leaning back into the leather chair, Wei Yanqiu spoke after a moment without hesitation.

"It's just a fever, nothing serious. How can Zixian not eat? He's already weak."

Between the two ends of her value scale, Bian Zhizhi's illness and Wei Zixian's potential tendency to "starve" are clearly of different degrees of severity.

Bian Zhizhi is a hired healer; her health is a consumable, part of the cost.

Wei Zixian is her younger brother, and his health condition is directly related to her plans, the shares, and their status and future in the family.

Which is lighter and heavier, at a glance.

"Go," she said, looking at Butler Li.

"Wake Bian Zhizhi up and tell her to go to the activity room. Tell her that it's just to comfort Xian and get him to eat. She doesn't need to do anything else, just show up and say a few words."

Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she were talking about something extremely simple.

It's as if it's perfectly natural for someone with a fever of 38.5 degrees Celsius to force themselves to "comfort" others.

He had followed Wei Yanqiu for many years and knew this young lady's style of doing things all too well.

In her world, the goal is paramount; the process and methods can be compromised and exploited as long as they achieve the objective.

Human feelings, especially the feelings of "outsiders," are never on her priority list.

"Yes, Miss," Butler Li replied with his head bowed, offering no objection.

"And one more thing," Wei Yanqiu added before he turned away, his gaze deepening.

"Keep an eye on her. Don't let her say or do anything she shouldn't. Zixian is being a bit too sensitive about her right now."

Wei Zixian's dependence on Bian Zhizhi visibly deepened, which was certainly the effect she initially wanted.

A tool that can stabilize Wei Zixian's emotions and even guide him toward "normality".

But when this tool begins to have a reverse effect on the recipient, and may even trigger uncontrollable emotional connections, the nature of the matter becomes delicate.

She needed the knife to be sharp enough, but she also had to make sure she could hold the handle firmly in her hand.

"clear."

Butler Li understood the implied meaning, bowed again, and left the study.

Bian Zhizhi is trapped in a bizarre and fantastical dream.

In my dream, I was in my family's small living room, my parents' worried faces flashing before my eyes, and the shouts of debt collectors coming through the door.

A moment later, it was that activity room in the Wei residence again, the floor littered with broken pieces. Wei Zixian was curled up in a corner, asking her again and again, "Why did you leave?"

A moment later, his eyes returned to Wei Yanqiu's, devoid of warmth, as he looked at her and said, "This is your most important goal at this stage."

The various sounds mingled together, giving her a splitting headache.

Just as she was about to be completely swallowed by the nightmare, a series of urgent knocks on the door forcefully pulled her out of the abyss of drowsiness.

"Knock knock knock".

"Miss Bian? Miss Bian?"

It was Butler Li's voice, coming through the door. Although he maintained his polite restraint, the frequency and force of his voice clearly carried a sense of urging.

Bian Zhizhi opened her eyes with difficulty, but everything was blurry before she could focus.

My throat was so dry and painful it felt like it was on fire, and every breath I took was accompanied by a burning sensation.

I feel extremely dizzy. Even a slight turn of my neck makes me feel like the world is spinning.

My whole body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together; I was sore and weak.

She tried to respond, but only managed a few hoarse gasps.