Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Wei Yanqiu stared at her for a long time.

So long that Bian Zhizhi could barely maintain her calm facade, so long that she could feel every tremor of her eyelashes being seen by the other person.

Then, Wei Yanqiu suddenly laughed.

It wasn't a warm smile, but rather an expression of weighing one's options.

"Miss Bian, you are very clever," she said, her tone ambiguous, neither praising nor sarcastic.

"Knowing what to say and what not to say. Also knowing where you stand."

Bian Zhizhi lowered her eyes and did not reply.

"Although Lu Fangchi is prone to making trouble, this time..." Wei Yanqiu changed the subject abruptly, catching Bian Zhizhi off guard, "it may not all be a bad thing."

Bian Zhizhi looked up at her with some uncertainty.

"Zixian cannot be confined to this house forever."

Wei Yanqiu stood up, walked to the window, turned his back to Bian Zhizhi, and looked at the lawn in the courtyard that was beginning to turn yellow.

"He attended the family dinner, though only for ten minutes, but that was the first step. The movie theater... could be the second step."

Bian Zhizhi's heart began to race again, but this time it was mixed with surprise.

She... actually agreed?

"However," Wei Yanqiu suddenly turned around, his tone turning cold in an instant, "it must be a controllable second step."

She walked back to her desk, placed her hands on the surface, and leaned forward.

"You go with him. Lu Fangchi is going too. With him there, Zixian can relax a bit."

I will arrange for two bodyguards to accompany you to ensure your safety. The time is set for this Saturday night, at the show Lu Fangchi provided.

Bian Zhizhi quickly processed this information.

Wei Yanqiu did not agree to "watching a movie," but rather to "allow Wei Zixian to undergo another socialization attempt under strict surveillance."

She remains a tool in this plan, a key component in its execution.

"I understand, Mr. Wei." Bian Zhizhi nodded.

"I will communicate with the young master in advance, make contingency plans, and minimize any possible discomfort or risks."

"Communication is possible," Wei Yanqiu emphasized.

"But don't pressure him. If he shows strong resistance on Saturday, cancel the plan."

Everything is based on the premise that his emotions are stable.

"Yes."

"Also," Wei Yanqiu straightened up, crossed his arms, and scanned Bian Zhizhi's face, "Miss Bian, remember your place."

Her tone was calm, even polite, but Bian Zhizhi felt a chill creep up her spine.

"You are not his friend, nor anything else." Wei Yanqiu spoke each word clearly and distinctly. "Zixian's dependence on you is a necessity for treatment, nothing more."

I don't want to see any misunderstandings or inappropriate thoughts that go beyond this scope.

"Thoughts that shouldn't be had."

These words pierced Bian Zhizhi's eardrums.

Her face paled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

She raised her head, meeting Wei Yanqiu's gaze, her voice...

"Please rest assured, Mr. Wei, I have my professional ethics and integrity. I know what I should and shouldn't do."

"That's good." Wei Yanqiu sat back in his leather chair, waved his hand, and his gaze returned to the documents on the table. "Go ahead. Have a good talk with Zixian."

"Yes."

Bian Zhizhi stood up, bowed slightly to Wei Yanqiu, and then walked out of the study step by step.

The door closed behind me.

She didn't leave immediately, but leaned against the wall in the corridor, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

The back of the shirt was completely soaked, sticking stickily to my skin.

The sweat in my palms made the edges of the tissue slightly soft.

Wei Yanqiu's warning still echoed in my ears.

She knew that from this moment on, her every move would be scrutinized under a magnifying glass.

Any possibility of crossing the line will lead to the most severe consequences.

At this moment, the movie tickets seemed to her like two passes to a minefield.

When they returned to the activity room, Wei Zixian was still sitting in the same spot.

But he wasn't reading.

The bird guidebook lay open on his lap, but he kept his head down, his gaze fixed on a point in the air, his fingers digging into the edge of the pages, leaving a noticeable crease.

Hearing the door open, he suddenly looked up.

His gaze immediately fell on her face, as if searching for something.

Bian Zhizhi adjusted her breathing, walked over, and sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Young Master," she pushed the movie tickets in front of him, "President Wei... has spoken with me."

Wei Zixian's gaze fell on the ticket, paused for a few seconds, and then moved to her face.

His lips moved, and his Adam's apple bobbed, but no sound came out.

He was waiting for her to continue.

"Regarding the movie tickets Mr. Lu gave us, Mr. Wei's suggestion is that if you'd like to give it a try, we can go together this Saturday night."

Wei Zixian frowned.

He looked at the ticket again, and stared at it for a long time.

Sunlight shone from the side, reflecting off the ticket.

His fingers left the pages of the book and reached for the ticket, but stopped just before touching it, hovering in mid-air.

"The movie theater is crowded."

"Yes," Bian Zhizhi nodded, not avoiding the question.

She knew that lying to him or embellishing his story would be useless and would only destroy his trust.

"On weekend evenings, there might be more people. The noise level might also be higher. The dark environment and the huge screen could all cause some... discomfort."

She frankly described all the possible difficulties.

Wei Zixian remained silent.

He looked away from the ticket and gazed out the window.

His fingers curled up and then relaxed.

The rhythm of my breathing changed; it became shallower and faster.

Bian Zhizhi could sense his struggle.

She didn't urge him, but waited quietly.

After a long pause, her voice softened, and she added, "Mr. Lu will be coming too. He'll sit next to you. I'll be there too."

Mr. Wei also arranged for people to ensure the safety of the environment.

We can choose a corner seat, and if you feel uncomfortable, we can leave early; it's always fine.

She provided all the guarantees and fallback options.

Wei Zixian turned his gaze from the window to her eyes.

He remembered the family dinner that day.

So many people, so much noise, so many eyes.

He thought he would break down, scream, and be dragged into a dark vortex, just like countless times before.

But she was right next to me.

She held his hand and talked to him. She told him to breathe, to look at her, and to tell him it would be over soon.

He made it through.

Is a movie theater... more terrifying than a family dinner?

he does not know.

Just imagining it makes my stomach feel a familiar tightness.

but……

If she says, "You can try."

If that noisy guy Lu Fangchi were here, he could distract us a bit.

If... she's with him.

It seems... not so hard to imagine.

His hands, which were resting on his knees, slowly loosened their clenched fists.

Several crescent-shaped nail marks were left on my palm from the force I exerted, and they are slowly fading away.

Then he nodded.

Bian Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, an even heavier pressure pressed down on her.

He agreed.

This means she must ensure that nothing goes wrong.