Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Butler Li remained silent for a moment.

He served the Wei family for over thirty years, watching Wei Yanqiu and Wei Zixian grow up. He experienced the Wei family's most prosperous period, as well as the upheaval that almost dragged the Wei family into the abyss.

He knew this young lady too well, and he knew too well what she was really weighing in her mind when she asked this question.

"Judging from the young master's recovery, this is a good thing."

Butler Li said cautiously.

"Miss Bian's presence has indeed helped the young master lower his guard and become more willing to engage with the outside world. But in the long run..."

"In the long run, this dependence may become a new problem."

Wei Yanqiu picked up where he left off, turned around, and stared intently at Butler Li.

"What if Bian Zhizhi is gone one day? What if, three months later, I feel she's no longer suitable to stay by Zixian's side? What will Zixian do? Will he regress? Will he break down? Or will he... hate me?"

She spoke the last two words very softly, but Butler Li could hear a slight tremor in her voice.

"Miss Bian's employment contract has three months remaining," Butler Li reminded her.

"Whether to renew the contract or whether the treatment plan needs to be adjusted can be decided jointly by you and the medical team."

"The decision is mine." Wei Yanqiu walked back to his desk, sat down, and twirled the ring on his ring finger.

"But before that, I must make sure that Zixian's improvement is real."

She raised her eyes and looked at Butler Li. The warmth in her eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only absolute calm and control.

"Keep observing. Record every detail. Especially..." She paused.

"Bian Zhizhi's reaction. I need to know how she views Zixian's dependence on her."

"Yes." Butler Li nodded.

"Furthermore," Wei Yanqiu leaned back in his high-backed chair, his voice growing even colder.

"Give the servants in the house a proper reminder. Tell them to do their jobs well and watch their eyes and mouths."

The Wei family does not support idlers, much less gossipy women who spread rumors.

"Understood." Butler Li understood immediately.

The rumors need to be suppressed; at the very least, they shouldn't reach the ears of those who shouldn't hear them.

"Go ahead." Wei Yanqiu waved his hand and picked up another financial statement that was spread out on the table.

Butler Li left.

Silence returned to the study.

But her gaze didn't really fall on those numbers.

She was thinking about Bian Zhizhi.

I think of that girl who could make my brother, who had been autistic for many years, develop such a strong dependence on her.

Is it a coincidence?

Is her treatment really that effective?

Or...did she use some other method?

Wei Yanqiu did not believe in coincidences.

In this world, especially when it comes to the Wei family and Zixian, she doesn't believe in any chance or luck.

Behind every good thing, there may be a price tag, or a deeper scheme hidden within.

She needed to confirm once again whether there was something else hidden beneath Bian Zhizhi's ordinary appearance.

Was her devotion to Zixian purely out of professional ethics, or was it mixed with inappropriate motives?

Is Zixian's dependence a normal phenomenon in the healing process, or the beginning of sliding into another abyss?

Wei Yanqiu put down the report and rubbed his temples.

It's time to go and see for myself.

Bian Zhizhi, whom Zixian treated so specially, was she a good medicine or a poison coated in sugar?

The day Dr. Wang visited was a typical overcast day in late autumn.

Wang Mingli, the family doctor, is the Wei family's personal physician and a top expert in psychophysiology in China.

He was in his early fifties, had a refined and scholarly air, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and always spoke in a calm and unhurried manner.

He would come to the Wei residence twice a month, once for a routine physical examination and once for a specialized psychological evaluation.

Today is the comprehensive evaluation day.

The examination was conducted in a specially designated medical room on the second floor of the annex building.

Bian Zhizhi accompanied her throughout the entire process.

This is Wei Yanqiu's request, and it's also the rule that Wei Zixian now tacitly accepts.

Without her present, he refused to even cooperate with the most basic blood pressure measurement.

Dr. Wang is very patient and meticulous.

Under Bian Zhizhi's gentle guidance, Wei Zixian completed the questions one by one. The speed was not fast, but it was a world of difference from the state he was in three months ago when he could hardly make any progress.

The entire inspection process lasted two hours.

Bian Zhizhi stood by the window in the medical room, while Dr. Wang skillfully operated the instruments, and Wei Zixian calmly cooperated.

It was a scene that should have been welcomed, but her palms were sweating profusely.

Butler Li must be somewhere, or perhaps through surveillance cameras, reporting everything in detail.

Each time Wei Zixian subconsciously looked at her, his gaze lingered briefly on her face, as if confirming something or seeking reassurance.

She knew that these signs of dependence would be magnified, recorded, analyzed, and then handed over to Wei Yanqiu in this formal evaluation setting.

That conclusion will determine how long she can stay here, and how far the increasingly out-of-control tightrope between her and Wei Zixian can go.

The inspection is finally over.

Dr. Wang removed his stethoscope and gave Wei Zixian a gentle smile.

"Very good, young master, your teamwork today was excellent. The data is very consistent, and it's even better than last month."

Wei Zixian nodded without speaking, but his gaze drifted toward Bian Zhizhi, as if waiting for her next instruction.

"Young Master, the examination is over." Bian Zhizhi walked over, her tone calm.

"Would you like to go back to the activity room and rest first? Dr. Wang and I still have some details to discuss."

Wei Zixian looked at her, his eyes deepening as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded, got up, and followed Butler Li, who was waiting at the door, out of the medical room.

The door closed, leaving only Dr. Wang and Bian Zhizhi in the room.

The air suddenly became somewhat still.

While organizing the examination reports, Dr. Wang gestured for Bian Zhizhi to sit down on the chair next to him.

"Ms. Bian, let's talk."

His voice was still gentle, but Bian Zhizhi detected a hint of seriousness that was different from usual.

"You mean, Dr. Wang?"

Bian Zhizhi sat down with her back straight and her hands folded on her knees, a standard posture.

Dr. Wang pushed up his glasses, looked up from the report and onto Bian Zhizhi's face, his gaze a mixture of scrutiny and admiration.

"First of all, I must say that you have done an excellent job, Ms. Bian," he said, getting straight to the point with sincerity.

"Young Master's recovery has exceeded my initial expectations; it could even be described as a small miracle."

Bian Zhizhi tried her best to maintain a calm expression, and even managed to force a humble smile.

"You flatter me. It's because Young Master Wei works very hard, and it's also because you laid a good foundation in the early stages."

"No, this isn't just polite talk." Dr. Wang shook his head, pointing to several sets of data on the report. "Look,"

He flipped to the last few pages of the assessment scale, pointing to the scores for the social willingness and attachment dimensions.

"The degree of social avoidance has decreased from severe to mild. Of course, this applies to you."

This indicates that he is beginning to rebuild trust in the outside world and is starting to attempt emotional connection.

Every word Dr. Wang said felt like a heavy stone hitting Bian Zhizhi's heart.

It hit her so hard she was dizzy and almost couldn't sit up straight.