Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

She put down her book, stood up, and walked to the small round table.

Pick up a fruit fork and take a piece of melon from the crystal dish that is the easiest to eat and the most suitable size.

The melon was placed in the empty small dish in front of Wei Zixian.

The small plate and silver fork were pushed back in front of him.

Not too far, not too close, just the right distance where he could reach out and grab it, but without having to touch her fingers.

"Young master, please have some."

Wei Zixian looked up from the book and glanced at her.

Just one glance.

His eyes remained calm, revealing no emotion. He glanced at it, then put down the book, picked up a fork, put the melon in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

Bian Zhizhi stood beside him, watching him finish the melon, put the fork back on the plate, pick up the book again, and start reading again.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't look at her once again.

Only the fruit plate that was pushed out and then pushed back, and Xiaomei's almost undisguised look of shock, proved what had just happened.

Bian Zhizhi turned around and walked back to the high-backed chair next to the long table.

Xiaomei lowered her head, quickly gathered up the other untouched items on the tray, and left, gently closing the door behind her.

Bian Zhizhi sat in the high-backed chair, not picking up the book immediately.

She looked at Wei Zixian on the sofa opposite her.

He lowered his head, looking at the picture book, as if completely immersed in his own world.

But she knew it wasn't.

The way he pushed the plate, his calm gaze, and his insistence on having her touch the food before he would eat it.

Everyone's saying, "If you take a step back, I'll take a step forward."

If you draw a line, I will erase it with my actions.

Bian Zhizhi felt somewhat helpless; Wei Zixian was far smarter than she had imagined.

Xiaomei carried the tray downstairs, her steps quick, almost running, back to the preparation room next to the kitchen.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen some incredible secret.

Several other maids were preparing dinner ingredients in the kitchen, and they all curiously came over when they saw her like this.

"What's wrong, Xiaomei? Did you see a ghost?"

Aunt Zhang teased her, but because she was getting on in years, the joke seemed insignificant.

"Worse than seeing a ghost..."

Xiaomei placed the tray on the counter and lowered her voice, but the excitement in her tone was undeniable.

"Guess what I just saw up there?"

"What did you see? Is the young master throwing a tantrum and breaking things again?" asked another, younger maid.

"No, no!"

Xiao Mei waved her hands repeatedly, looked around mysteriously, and only spoke softly after confirming that no housekeeper or other stewards were nearby.

"Young Master... he insists on being served by Miss Bian before he'll eat anything!"

"What?" Aunt Zhang frowned.

"What do you mean by insisting that Miss Bian serve him? Doesn't the young master eat everything we bring him?"

"That's not what I meant!" Xiaomei hurriedly explained, gesturing wildly, "It's just that I brought the fruit up and put it on the small round table."

The young master glanced at it but didn't move. Miss Bian, sitting some distance away, politely said, "Young master, have some fruit." And then, guess what the young master did?

"What's wrong?"

He reached out and pushed the entire crystal fruit dish to the young lady's side!

Xiaomei spoke slowly and deliberately, mimicking the pushing motion, her eyes wide open.

"Just like that, he shoved it away in a flash, then withdrew his hand and continued reading, not even glancing at Miss Bian. The meaning was obvious: give it to me, or I won't eat it."

The food preparation room fell silent instantly.

The maids looked at each other, their faces showing disbelief.

"Really?" Aunt Zhang asked, half-believing. "Young Master has never been like this before."

At most, he won't eat, or he'll have someone else replace it. Why would he insist on being served by a specific person?

"It's absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes!" Xiaomei exclaimed anxiously.

"Miss Bian's face turned pale at that moment, but she still stood up, went over and forked a piece of honeydew melon for the young master, put it on his plate, and pushed it back."

Only then did the young master agree to eat. After finishing, he continued reading as if nothing had happened!

A brief silence followed.

Then, whispers began to bubble up in the preparation room.

"Good heavens... what is this? Young Master is... with Miss Bian..."

"Have you become this dependent? You even need her to help you eat?"

"I heard that Miss Bian accompanied him to the movies the other day. Since then, the young master seems to have changed a bit."

"It's more than just different. A few days ago, when I went to deliver some clean sheets, I saw the young master watching Miss Bian paint for a long time. His gaze... how should I put it, was strange."

"Does Butler Li know?"

"Of course he knows, what doesn't Butler Li know? But as for Miss..."

"Shh—!" Aunt Zhang made a shushing gesture and glanced warily at the door.

"Stop gossiping. Focus on your own business. The young master's affairs are none of our concern."

The murmurs subsided, but the maids exchanged knowing glances, their unspoken suspicions palpable.

The house was so big and so quiet that any unusual ripple would quickly spread and become the most exciting topic of conversation in the dull daily life.

The scene that unfolded in the activity room that afternoon was undoubtedly the source.

This is just the beginning.

Over the next few days, similar scenes, in different forms, were repeatedly staged, constantly reinforcing the rule unilaterally established by Wei Zixian that only Bian Zhizhi's business was accepted.

As usual, the maid brought warm water and reminded the young master to take his medicine.

Warm water was poured into a bone china cup, and pre-packaged pills were placed on a small saucer next to it.

The maid placed the items on the small table next to Wei Zixian and said softly, "Young Master, it's time to take your medicine."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zixian raised his eyes, glanced at the cup and the medicine, but didn't touch them.

His gaze drifted to the end of the long table, where Bian Zhizhi was organizing the healing plan for next week.

Bian Zhizhi sensed his gaze, but she forced herself to lower her head and pretend not to see him. Her pen flew across the paper, but she didn't even know what she was writing.

Stalemate.

The maid stood there helplessly, glancing at the young master and then at Miss Bian, not daring to urge him on or leave.

Time passed second by second.

Wei Zixian just stared at Bian Zhizhi without saying a word or moving.

It's like waiting, persisting, and exerting pressure through silence.

Bian Zhizhi could sense the maid's embarrassment, and Wei Zixian's gaze felt almost tangible.

In the end, she was defeated.

She put down her pen, stood up, and walked to the small table.

His movements were stiffer than yesterday, and his smile was more forced.

She picked up the water glass, took the pills, and handed them to Wei Zixian.

"Young Master, it's time to take your medicine." Her voice was dry and devoid of warmth.

Wei Zixian then reached out and took the water glass and pills.

Wei Zixian also had his own little scheme. When he took the pills, his fingertips touched Bian Zhizhi's palm, and Bian Zhizhi accepted this.

The hand that took the water glass could have avoided touching it, but Wei Zixian did not.

He carelessly brushed against Bian Zhizhi's fingertips, but pretended it was unintentional, looking up at Bian Zhizhi with an innocent gaze.

He swallowed the pills and water, then handed the empty cup back to her.

Throughout the entire process, his gaze never left her face.

His gaze was direct and aggressive, completely different from his previous docile demeanor, as if he wanted to stare right through you.

Bian Zhizhi was startled by his gaze, but fortunately, he had his back to the maid, so only Bian Zhizhi could see him.