Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

She came out and walked straight toward the stairs without stopping.

Butler Li followed behind and gently closed the door to the side hall.

Click.

The door closed.

The footsteps gradually faded away, disappearing in the direction of the stairs.

Bian Zhizhi remained huddled in that corner, motionless.

She remained curled up, her back pressed tightly against the wall, her fingers gripping the half-empty glass tightly.

Only in his ears did the buzzing continue, echoing repeatedly with Wei Yanqiu's last words.

She didn't know how long she had been standing in that corner.

It might only take a few minutes, or it might take a century.

It wasn't until a spasm in her stomach made her arch her back and gag a few times, but nothing came out; only bitter bile surged up her throat, burning her esophagus.

She leaned against the wall and slowly straightened her body.

Her knees went weak, and the glass in her hand was so heavy that she could barely hold it.

She looked down at the remaining water in the glass, picked up the glass, and gulped down the rest of the water in one go.

After drinking the water, Bian Zhizhi became much more awake.

She walked to the room door and took out her room key.

My fingers were still shaking, and it took me three tries to finally align the room card with the sensor area.

With a soft beep, the green light turned on.

She pushed open the door, went inside, and closed it behind her.

Bian Zhizhi sat in the chair, thinking of her parents.

I remember them saying on the phone that they were in good health recently. They never mentioned debt or collection calls.

She remembered the contract.

Thinking of the astronomical sums of compensation mentioned above, and those terms.

She had developed inappropriate feelings for Wei Zixian a few days ago, and she had to suppress them, as if they had never happened.

Bian Zhizhi walked into the bathroom, desperately hoping that the cold water could wash away those feelings.

A shower of cold water nearly extinguished all of Bian Zhizhi's affection.

From the second day onwards, Bian Zhizhi began to more noticeably distance herself from Wei Zixian.

This is not an easy task.

Over the past three months, I have used patience and warmth to soften that outer shell little by little.

Now, she has to personally uproot all the roots and sever the connections that have already been established.

She started with words.

The casual conversations are gone, replaced by more businesslike exchanges.

"Young Master Wei, it's time for your morning music listening session."

"These are the materials for today's healing activities."

"It's time to take your medicine."

Her smile changed too.

Her smile used to be natural, but now it's more like a standard template.

His eyes were curved, but there was no light in them. The smile on his face was like a well-made mask, perfect and appropriate, but it blocked out all genuine emotions.

She even started controlling the duration of eye contact.

In the past, she would look at him as he spoke, wait for his reaction, and observe the changes in his expression. Even if he didn't respond, her gaze would linger for a long time.

Now, she precisely controls the time her gaze lingers on his face to within three seconds.

Then her gaze would shift to the book in his hands, to the teacup in front of him, to some pattern on the carpet, anywhere except his eyes.

Physical contact has been reduced to almost zero.

Unless he exhibits obvious emotional fluctuations.

Otherwise, she would never touch him on her own initiative.

She became extremely careful even when handing things to him, making sure her fingers wouldn't touch him.

If he is slow to reach out, she puts the item on the table in front of him instead of waiting a second longer or gently touching the back of his hand to remind him that "it's time to take it," as she used to do.

She even rearranged the positions of the two of them in the space.

During reading time, she no longer chose the sofa opposite him, but instead sat in a high-backed single chair at the end of the long table.

The chair was seven or eight meters away from the sofa area by the window, separated by a long table and two rows of bookshelves.

When conducting therapeutic activities that require interaction, she would "coincidentally" choose to start at the time when the maid came in to serve tea and snacks.

The door was pushed open, and a third person walked in, breaking the sense of isolation between the two and placing any interaction that might transcend professional boundaries under the gaze of others.

However, Wei Zixian's reaction was completely unexpected by Bian Zhizhi.

He was not puzzled by her estrangement, did not try to ask, and did not even show any obvious emotional fluctuation.

He still spends most of his time immersed in his books or staring out the window in a daze.

But he gave the most direct response through his actions.

The first to notice this response was the young maid, Xiaomei, who was in charge of afternoon tea.

Xiao Mei is eighteen years old and has been working for the Wei family for just over a year. She is lively and quick-witted, but she can't hide her curiosity.

She always felt that this young master, who almost never went out, was very mysterious, and she also felt envious of Miss Bian, who could make the young master change.

That afternoon at three o'clock, as usual, Xiaomei carried a tray into the activity room.

The tray held a fruit platter and black tea prepared by the kitchen.

Xiao Mei placed the tray on the small round table next to the sofa, bowed her head, and said, "Young Master, Miss Bian, please have some fruit and tea."

Wei Zixian lifted his gaze from the architectural blueprints spread out on his lap and placed it on the fruit platter.

He neither moved nor spoke.

Bian Zhizhi sat in a high-backed chair at the end of the long table, flipping through a new collection of healing case studies.

She looked up at the small round table, then at Wei Zixian.

According to her newly established rules, she shouldn't go over or do anything that might bring them closer.

She said politely, "Young master, please have some fruit; it's very fresh."

Wei Zixian's gaze shifted from the fruit platter to Bian Zhizhi's face.

He just stared at her for about two seconds.

Then, he made a gesture that made Xiaomei, who was standing next to him with her hands at her sides, widen her eyes instantly.

He stretched out his hand.

He wasn't going to get a fruit fork, nor was he going to pick up a teacup, nor was he gesturing for Xiaomei to serve him.

He pushed the plate toward the long table where Bian Zhizhi was.

This position allows the plate to be completely removed from the center of the small round table and moved closer to the side of the long table.

He then withdrew his hand, picked up the picture book from his lap again, and looked back at the pages.

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

You get it for me.

Bian Zhizhi froze.

She looked at the crystal dish that was being pushed over, at the vibrant, juicy fruit inside, and her mind went blank, as if something had exploded.

What is he doing?

How can you demand service from a maid in this way?

Bian Zhizhi had to handle it. No one else would do it, not even Xiaomei, not even him himself. It had to be her.

Xiaomei stood to the side, her head bowed even lower, but she couldn't help glancing over there out of the corner of her eye.

Bian Zhizhi's face was stiff, the young master's profile was calm, and the fruit plate was pushed out all alone.

Bian Zhizhi could feel Xiao Mei's gaze, and she could sense that the atmosphere around her had changed because of Wei Zixian's untimely action.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Don't panic.

We can't let him realize that this trick is effective.

Otherwise, Wei Zixian would definitely continue to use this tactic to constantly test her bottom line.