Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Two men were standing next to the car; they were bodyguards arranged by Wei Yanqiu.

They nodded slightly to Wei Yanqiu, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Let's go! We're going to be late!" Lu Fangchi jumped into the passenger seat first and slammed the door shut.

Bian Zhizhi gestured for Wei Zixian to get in the car first.

Wei Zixian paused for a second in front of the car door, took a deep breath, bent down and crawled inside.

Bian Zhizhi then sat down next to him.

The two bodyguards then got into another black SUV that followed behind.

The car door closed.

The world suddenly fell silent.

This was the first time in five years that Wei Zixian had voluntarily left his residence and gone to an unfamiliar place without medical assistance.

The car drove out of the gate of the Wei residence.

Wei Zixian's body tensed up instantly.

The dappled light and shadows shone through the car window, flickering on his face.

Various colors intertwine to form a dizzying, flowing pattern.

There was too much, too fast. He couldn't process all the visual information; his eyes stung and his brain buzzed.

He gripped his knees tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the back of the seat in front of him, unable to look at the overly complicated scene outside the window.

Because of the change in his surroundings, Wei Zixian became so nervous that he couldn't breathe, and his chest began to tighten.

Bian Zhizhi sat next to him and could sense his nervousness.

His body was like a fully drawn bow, ready to snap at any moment.

She could hear the tremor in his throat as he inhaled, and she could see the veins bulging slightly near his temples from clenching his teeth.

She did not speak.

She simply reached out and covered his tightly clenched hand with her own.

Wei Zixian's body jolted violently, as if he had been struck by an electric current.

He instinctively tried to pull his hand back.

The instinctive reaction to unfamiliar touch.

But he stopped.

That temperature... it felt so real.

His fingers loosened slightly, then he turned and gripped her hand more firmly.

His palms were cold and even a little damp, from cold sweat.

Bian Zhizhi let him hold her hand, and gently patted the back of his hand with her other hand, her voice very low, so that only the two of them could hear it.

"It's alright, young master. I'm here. Mr. Lu is here too. We're just going to see a movie and then we'll be right back. Just like... watching the trailer at home before, only on a bigger screen."

Wei Zixian still didn't look out the window.

But his gaze shifted to her, landing on her profile.

She was looking ahead, and the neon lights outside the car window occasionally swept across her face, casting dappled light and shadow on her eyelashes.

She was beautiful. Wei Zixian didn't understand what true beauty was, but at least at this moment, Bian Zhizhi was beautiful in his eyes.

Wei Zixian turned his gaze to her profile, gave it a name, and tried to distract her.

Lu Fangchi turned around from the front seat, intending to say something witty to ease the atmosphere, but seeing the two holding hands and Wei Zixian's obviously dependent posture, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He simply raised an eyebrow, turned back, and said to the driver, "Old Chen, drive carefully. No rush."

The car eventually stopped in the underground parking lot of a high-end shopping mall.

There are relatively fewer people here.

The bodyguard's car followed closely behind and stopped.

The moment the car door popped open, two black figures landed on the ground.

One of them went to the elevator entrance to check the situation, while the other stood guard next to the Bentley.

Lu Fangchi jumped out of the car first, stretched, and said, "We're here! Let's go!"

Wei Zixian's fingers tightened suddenly. Bian Zhizhi, who had been watching his condition closely, gently squeezed back and said, "Young Master, let's get out of the car. The elevator goes directly to the cinema floor; it'll be quick."

Wei Zixian always listened to Bian Zhizhi's advice and made sure he was mentally prepared before opening the car door.

The air rushing in from the underground parking lot was cooler than inside the car.

The cold white lights were a bit dazzling. As soon as Wei Zixian got out of the car, he couldn't help but squint, and his body stiffened again.

Two bodyguards immediately positioned themselves in front of and behind them, protecting them from potential sightlines and interference.

Lu Fangchi walked at the front, leading the way with practiced ease: "This way, this way! The VIP elevator!"

Bian Zhizhi lagged behind Wei Zixian by half a step.

This distance was just enough to reach out and brace against his elbow if he stumbled.

"This way." Lu Fangchi pointed to the elevator not far away.

The elevator doors were mirrored, reflecting distorted images of several people.

The space was more spacious than expected, but with so many people, it felt crowded.

The bodyguard's cologne, the lingering scent of cigars on Lu Fangchi's sleeves, and the faint fragrance of shower gel remaining on Bian Zhizhi became Wei Zixian's last solace.

He moved half an inch towards the side branches.

Bian Zhizhi didn't say anything, but silently stood a little closer to him.

With a soft "ding," the elevator arrived at the floor where the cinema was located.

The door slowly opened.

The clamor of voices surged in like a tidal wave.

The cinema lobby on a weekend evening is a buzzing, fermenting space.

An electronic screen occupied an entire wall, scrolling through trailers for various movies.

The sound effects were deafening; the subwoofer made the floor beneath my feet vibrate slightly.

The sounds came from all directions.

This is a world completely different from the Wei residence.

It is the overloaded world outside the walls that Wei Zixian has carefully built over the past five years.

His footsteps froze at the elevator door.

The color drained from his face at an alarming speed.

He wanted to back away, to turn around and run back to the elevator, to return to that familiar environment.

But my body won't obey me.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead, so heavy I couldn't lift them.

My ears were filled with a buzzing sound, and the edges of my vision began to darken, like ink dripping into clear water, spreading rapidly.

"Zixian!"

Lu Fangchi immediately noticed that something was wrong with him and quickly stepped aside to block his view and noise.

However, Lu Fangchi's size is not large enough to completely conceal him.

The two bodyguards took half a step forward in unison, standing shoulder to shoulder, forming a denser black wall of people that blocked most of the curious gazes from the outside.

But environmental violence is multi-dimensional; it seeps in from all directions.

The sound was no longer sound; it was like countless red-hot wires being shoved into the ear canal.

The light is no longer light; it's like shards of glass scraping against the retina.

The air was so thick that it was impossible to breathe into the lungs; various smells clung to the depths of the throat, giving off a rusty, sweet taste.

He felt himself being torn apart, swallowed up by this overly noisy world.

Bian Zhizhi's heart was in her throat.

We can't let him break down here.

She stepped forward, almost touching his side, raised her hand, and supported his upper arm.

"Young master, look at me."

Wei Zixian's confused gaze was forced to pull away from the dizzying light and shadow and focus on her face.

Her eyes were bright, like two deep pools in the chaotic background light.

"Breathe, follow me. Inhale... slowly..."