Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Outside the door, the butler, hearing no response, paused for a moment, raised his voice, but still tried to be as tactful as possible in his wording.

"Miss Bian, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. The eldest young lady asked me to tell you that the young master refuses to have lunch because you didn't go."

"Young Miss is worried about Young Master's health. Please just show your face briefly to comfort him. You don't need to stay long; just let him eat."

Every word was spoken extremely clearly.

Wei Zixian refused to eat...

Because of her.

Wei Yanqiu told her to come over... now, immediately, right away.

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes. She knew her identity, knew this was a transaction, and knew that she should do what she was supposed to do after taking the money.

But... she is also a person. She has a high fever and no strength at all. She can't even sit up.

"Butler Li..." she finally mustered up her strength and spoke towards the door.

"I...I still have a fever, I feel weak all over...I'm very dizzy...Could...we wait a little longer, or..."

What she wanted to say, or perhaps in a different way?

Should I make a phone call?

Have Butler Li convey this message?

But she didn't finish her sentence.

The butler outside the door spoke in a gentle, even polite, tone, but every word carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Miss Bian, the eldest young lady is also worried about the young master's health. She wants you to have a meal with him to comfort him. The young master only listens to you, so there's nothing we can do about it."

He paused, as if offering a "considerate" option.

"If you are really unable to walk, would you like me to have a maid help you over?"

"No need!" Bian Zhizhi refused almost immediately.

Should we have the maid help her over?

The thought of that scene made her feel embarrassed.

She didn't want to appear so vulnerable in front of Wei Zixian, especially in front of the servants.

She didn't want Wei Yanqiu to think that she couldn't even do this "small thing" well and needed to make such a big fuss.

"I...I can do it myself." She said this with all her might, and then threw off the covers.

The cold air instantly enveloped her burning skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She staggered out of bed, her feet feeling like they were stepping on cotton, soft and yielding.

Her vision went black again, and she quickly grabbed the bedpost to steady herself.

He grabbed a thick coat from the closet and put it on, even buttoning it crookedly.

Changing out of my pajamas was even more difficult; simple movements became clumsy and lengthy due to dizziness and trembling hands.

When she finally managed to get herself presentable, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the back of her pajamas was soaked, sticking stickily to her skin.

Uncomfortable.

She leaned against the wall, slowly making her way to the door, and took a deep breath.

The air stung my throat, triggering a violent cough.

Then, I turned the doorknob.

Outside the door, Butler Li was indeed still waiting there, standing upright with a calm expression, as if the urging from before had never happened.

When he saw Bian Zhizhi come out, his gaze lingered for a moment on her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes before shifting away, his tone flat and emotionless.

"Miss Bian, are you able to walk? Would you like me to have a maid help you over?"

His eyes held no concern, only assessment, as if he were checking whether a tool was still functioning properly.

"No need," Bian Zhizhi said, using the door frame for support to steady herself. She swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "Don't bother... I can manage."

She refused his help and also refused the "step" he offered, which might represent the last bit of dignity.

She knew that once she accepted, she would truly become a "patient" who needed to be moved around, and her situation in the house would become even more delicate.

The walk from the guest rooms in the annex to the activity room in the main building is usually only five or six minutes.

Today was exceptionally difficult for Bian Zhizhi.

Occasionally, when servants passed by and saw her, they would quickly lower their heads and hurry away to avoid her.

No one came forward to ask what was wrong, let alone offer to help.

Here, the young lady's orders are paramount.

The young lady clearly did not order anyone to take care of the sick therapist.

The burning pain in her throat intensified with her rapid breathing, forcing her to slow down and take small breaths, but she still felt like she wasn't getting enough oxygen.

After finally managing to move to the kitchen doorway, she leaned against the door frame, took a few breaths, and the blackout she was experiencing eased a little.

The busy chefs and maids in the kitchen were all stunned when they saw her.

The two looked at each other, both seeing an indescribable expression in each other's eyes.

The maid pretended to be very busy and turned her back, leaving the head chef to deal with the situation alone.

"Miss Bian? Why are you up? Butler Li said you were very ill..."

"I...I'm fine," Bian Zhizhi forced a smile, which looked worse than crying.

"Could you please... give me two bowls of light porridge and some side dishes... I'll take them over and eat with the young master."

The head chef turned around and instructed the maid to prepare quickly so that Bian Zhizhi could leave this place as soon as possible.

Soon, a tray was handed to Bian Zhizhi, on which were two bowls of slightly steaming white porridge, two plates of refreshing pickled cucumbers, and cold-dressed wood ear mushrooms.

The tray wasn't heavy, but to Bian Zhizhi at that moment, it felt like an insurmountable weight.

She had to hold it tightly with both hands to prevent her trembling hands from tipping the tray over.

"Thanks."

She thanked him softly, then turned and continued her arduous journey.

Holding the tray in both hands, she could no longer hold onto the wall and could only rely on the strength of her waist and legs to try to maintain her balance.

The dizziness intensified, my stomach churned, and a feeling of nausea shot through my throat.

She tried desperately to suppress it, cold sweat trickling down her forehead and dripping into her eyes, causing a stinging sensation.

Finally, that familiar door appeared at the edge of the horizon.

Bian Zhizhi stopped and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

She could imagine what was behind the door.

Wei Zixian must be waiting, perhaps anxiously, perhaps uneasy.

She had to walk in as a "comforter," without showing any weakness or illness, and without letting him notice her strain or pain.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He raised his hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and straightened the crooked collar of his coat.

Then, he gently pushed open the door to the activity room with his shoulder.

The familiar lighting, the familiar layout, the familiar...person.

Wei Zixian sat on the sofa by the window, with his back to the door.

Bian Zhizhi knew he heard the door open.

She closed the door behind her, shutting out the outside world's gaze.

"Young Master," she began, her voice still hoarse, but she tried to be as gentle and steady as possible.

"I am coming."

She carried the tray and walked step by step toward the small round table.

Her steps were a little unsteady, but she tried her best to control them and not let them appear unsteady.

Her arms trembled slightly as she placed the tray on the table.