Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

When Wei Yanqiu first hired her, what he feared most was this potential for "emotional breakdown".

She needs to get better and get back on track to "normal work" as soon as possible.

Bring everything back under control.

That afternoon, the sky remained overcast.

Lu Fangchi, carrying a paper bag, strolled into the Wei residence with practiced ease.

He wore a bright yellow sweatshirt today, which stood out starkly against the gray autumn scenery and the somber colors of the mansion.

He walked straight to the activity room, humming an off-key song.

Pushing open the door, they saw only Wei Zixian sitting at a small round table, staring blankly at the chessboard.

The chessboard is a chess endgame, with black and white pieces interspersed, and Wei Zixian holding a "Queen" in his hand.

Unconsciously, his fingertips caressed the cool top of the chess piece, his gaze falling on the chessboard, yet seemingly piercing through it, landing in an unknown distance.

"Wow, has the sun risen in the west?"

Lu Fangchi raised his eyebrows dramatically, grinned, and plopped down in the chair opposite Wei Zixian.

"Our young master is actually studying a chess game? And such a complex endgame at that? What's gotten into him?"

Wei Zixian raised his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and then turned his gaze back to the chessboard.

But the focus in his eyes was clearly not on the chess pieces.

Lu Fangchi didn't care and looked around.

"Where's your 'personal therapist'? Didn't she come to work today? On strike again?"

Wei Zixian remained silent, but the fingers holding the chess piece tightened slightly.

Lu Fangchi's eyes darted around, as if he had just remembered something. He nudged Wei Zixian's arm with his elbow and lowered his voice.

"Hey, I heard from the servants that Miss Bian is sick? She's been sick for a few days, hasn't she?"

Wei Zixian didn't turn his head, but the lines of his profile were noticeably taut.

Lu Fangchi observed his reaction, knowing exactly what was going on, but put on a "disappointed" expression.

"He was 'healing' you while he was sick! He had such a high fever that day, and he was still called over to watch you have dinner... Tsk, how dedicated!"

Are you just going to sit here, staring blankly at the chessboard? Aren't you going to go check on it? At least show some concern!

"Isn't it basic courtesy to visit a sick friend?"

Lu Fangchi continued to fan the flames, his tone exaggerated.

"Bring a bouquet of flowers? Oh right, she might be allergic to pollen... How about some fruit?"

Or... you could go see her, even just to say hello! It's better than you playing chess by yourself here, isn't it?

Wei Zixian glared at Lu Fangchi, a hint of annoyance at having his thoughts exposed.

Go see her?

Go to her room?

He dared not touch that private space that belonged to her.

He was afraid that, like last time, his touch would make her uncomfortable and cause her to distance herself even further.

He was even more afraid that he wouldn't know how to "visit" or how to express his "concern."

Those complex social rules and emotional expressions were like a foreign language to him.

He shook his head quickly, then turned his head to the side, his ears turning red uncontrollably.

The red color stood out starkly against his pale skin.

Seeing his reaction, Lu Fangchi almost burst out laughing.

He knew Wei Zixian too well. This guy had always been a quiet, reserved person. Even when his mind was in turmoil, he might not show it on his face.

This reaction is now unusually "intense".

"Fine, fine, I won't go then."

Seeing that things were going well, Lu Fangchi stopped pressuring the matter and instead took out several boxes of imported chocolates and a newly released science fiction model from the paper bag.

"Here, I brought this for you. I know you're bored, so it'll cheer you up."

He started making light of things by talking about the movies he'd recently watched and the gossip he'd heard, trying to liven things up.

But Wei Zixian was clearly distracted, his gaze drifting to the doorway from time to time before quickly returning to the chessboard, his fingers fiddling with the "Queen" piece.

Lu Fangchi saw this and chuckled to himself.

It seems that the stagnant pool in his childhood friend's heart, which had been dormant for many years, has truly been stirred up by that healer named Bian Zhizhi.

interesting.

In the dead of night, all was quiet.

Bian Zhizhi was awakened by a violent cough.

It felt like there was a wad of cotton stuck in her throat, itchy and painful. She lay by the bed and coughed for a while before she slowly calmed down.

I poured myself a glass of warm water, sipped it, and lay back down, but I couldn't fall asleep.

The cold disrupted her biological clock, but her mind became clearer in the quiet of the night.

She stared at the dim light and shadows on the ceiling, her thoughts drifting aimlessly.

Just then, the screen of my phone next to my pillow lit up.

The pale blue light stood out starkly in the dark room.

Bian Zhizhi paused for a moment, then subconsciously picked up her phone.

Who would text her at this time?

Her parents usually don't bother her this late.

Unlock the screen, and a new message notification pops up.

The sender's name made her hold her breath instantly.

Wei Zixian!

Bian Zhizhi didn't know why Wei Zixian was sending her a message at this time.

With a sense of doubt, Bian Zhizhi clicked on the message.

The content is extremely brief, consisting of only a single, isolated symbol, and doesn't even qualify as a complete sentence:

"?"

The sending time is shown as 1:27 AM.

A question mark.

What is he asking?

Bian Zhizhi's sleepiness was instantly dispelled.

My heart was pounding in my chest, a mixture of inexplicable tension and a touch of excitement.

Is he still awake so late?

She stared at the black question mark, as if she could see through the screen the person who sent it, sitting alone in a dimly lit room, holding their phone, hesitating, tentatively trying, and finally sending only this simplest and most ambiguous character.

She typed a reply almost without hesitation.

He was afraid that if he replied too late, the courage he had finally mustered would evaporate like dew.

"Young Master, I'm fine, just a bit of a cold and cough. I'm much better now, and I can go back tomorrow."

To reassure him, she added a sun emoji to his name.

The message has been sent.

The screen displays "Delivered".

Then, almost immediately, the top of the dialog box changed to "The other party is typing...".

Bian Zhizhi held her breath and waited.

The "typing" message flashed several times, lasting for about half a minute.

She could almost picture him on the other side of the screen, frowning, revising and editing, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it.

Eventually, the "typing" message disappeared.

He did not reply to anything further.

There were no words, no expressions, nothing at all.

It was as if he had never sent that question mark, nor had he ever seen her reply.

But Bian Zhizhi knew that he had seen it.

She has to get better.

The next day, the weather cleared up for once.

Bian Zhizhi stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining herself.

His face was still somewhat pale, and the dark circles under his eyes had not completely faded, but he was much better than when he had a high fever a few days ago.

The cough is still there, but it's not as frequent or severe.