Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi stood there, back straight, welcoming her scrutiny.

He maintained that standard smile on his face, but cold sweat was already seeping out from his back.

But she forced herself to stand still, not to move, not to flinch, and not to reveal the slightest bit of panic.

Silence spread between the two.

Finally, Wei Yanqiu spoke.

"Ms. Bian, it seems your work has been remarkably effective. Dr. Wang's evaluation is very high."

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"It was the opportunity and trust given by President Wei, as well as the young master's own hard work and cooperation."

She answered cautiously, delegating the credit humbly, and her tone was impeccable.

"Zixian's efforts are due to your guidance." Wei Yanqiu tilted his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on her face.

"You heard what Dr. Wang said. He said you are Zixian's lucky charm and suggested maintaining the status quo."

She paused, leaned forward slightly, rested her elbows on the desk, and interlaced her fingers, resting them on her chin.

This posture makes her look more like a businesswoman negotiating than a caring older sister to her younger brother.

"This shows that you are indeed the most suitable healer for Zixian. At least for now."

Bian Zhizhi felt a little relieved, but dared not relax completely.

She knew it was coming, but it was almost here.

really

Wei Yanqiu abruptly dropped his feigned gentleness, his eyes instantly turning icy cold, sharp as a drawn sword.

"But," she stared at Bian Zhizhi, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately, her voice low and chillingly calm,

"The more effective something is, the more caution is needed."

Bian Zhizhi's throat tightened; she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

She could only stand there, as if frozen in place, staring into Wei Yanqiu's eyes, into the undisguised warning within them.

"Zixian's dependence on you has gone beyond the scope of a normal doctor-patient relationship. You know this better than I do."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, dismantling Bian Zhizhi's feigned composure: "You're a smart person, I don't believe you don't understand what Zixian means to you."

Bian Zhizhi's face turned completely pale.

It was like being punched in the face; all the blood drained from his face instantly, leaving only a deathly ashen complexion.

Her hands were placed at her sides, her nails digging deep into her palms, the pain sharp, but far less intense than the tearing panic and suffocation she felt inside.

Wei Yanqiu saw it.

She clearly saw the fleeting panic in Bian Zhizhi's eyes.

But she remained unmoved; instead, as if she had confirmed something, the coldness in her eyes intensified.

"This is dangerous, Miss Bian." Wei Yanqiu's tone became more serious, carrying a clear warning. "It's dangerous for you, for Zixian, and for my plan."

She stood up, walked around the desk, and slowly approached Bian Zhizhi.

Bian Zhizhi instinctively tried to back away, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

She could only watch helplessly as Wei Yanqiu walked up to her and stopped.

"I need you to continue doing your job well and help Zixian get better and better. That will never change." Wei Yanqiu looked down at her.

"But at the same time, you must firmly remember your identity and guard your boundaries. You cannot have even the slightest bit of anything that shouldn't be there."

She leaned slightly closer to Bian Zhizhi, so close that Bian Zhizhi could see her own terrified reflection in her pupils.

Then, in an almost whispered voice, Wei Yanqiu uttered the words that made Bian Zhizhi feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her blood freezing instantly:

"I know about your parents' debt problem. I know the name of every creditor and the amount."

I also know where every penny I give you ultimately goes.

Ms. Bian, our relationship is a transaction, a collaboration where both parties get what they need.

Bian Zhizhi stopped breathing.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Wei Yanqiu, who was so close to her.

Those beautiful eyes held no warmth, only stark reality, like a red-hot branding iron searing her soul.

She got it.

She knows everything.

She could, at any time, reopen these wounds and plunge herself and her parents back into hell.

"Cooperation requires following the rules."

Wei Yanqiu straightened up, resuming his aloof demeanor, but his words were more terrifying and deadly than any threat.

"If Zixian develops an inappropriate dependence on you, becomes strange, or escapes my control, then..."

"Then, Miss Bian, I will also make your family, your parents, become strange."

She paused, looking at Bian Zhizhi's face, which had instantly lost all color, and at the last glimmer of light in her pupils, which had been completely extinguished, turning into a deathly darkness.

Then, Wei Yanqiu delivered the final blow, in a tone that was almost gentle yet chilling:

"You're a dutiful daughter. I think you understand what I mean and what to do, right?"

That's not a question.

It was an ultimatum.

It's a blatant threat.

They used her parents' safety, her family's crumbling peace, and the consequences she couldn't bear to force her to comply.

Force her to return to her "right" position, force her to cut off the wild, untimely weeds growing in her heart.

She was forced to personally close the little door in Wei Zixian's heart that he had just opened to her, and then lock it again.

Bian Zhizhi stood there, her vision blurring. She knew that if Wei Yanqiu said it, he would do it.

For the Wei family and for Wei Yanqiu, making her parents suffer was as easy as crushing an ant.

Those debts, those scars she desperately tried to cover up through her work, those nightmares she thought she could finally escape—in Wei Yanqiu's hands, they were nothing more than trump cards that could be played at any time, leading to her utter ruin.

She had no bargaining chips.

There is no way out.

She had no choice but to obey.

She looked at Wei Yanqiu, into those unfathomable eyes, and then, very slowly, nodded.

"I understand, Mr. Wei." Her voice was forced out from deep in her throat. "I will handle it well. I will... remember my place."

"Very good." Wei Yanqiu finally withdrew that suffocating gaze, turned around, walked back to his desk, and sat down again. "Go. Continue your work."

Bian Zhizhi felt as if she had been granted a pardon, but her body remained as stiff as a puppet.

She mechanically gave Wei Yanqiu a slight bow before turning around and walking step by step toward the study door.

My steps were unsteady, as if I were walking on clouds or on a blade.

With each step, she felt the carpet beneath her feet collapsing, dragging her into an abyss.

Her hand trembled so much when it touched the doorknob that she could barely hold it.

It took two tries to turn the knob and open the door.

She didn't leave immediately, but leaned against the wall in the corridor, closed her eyes, and gasped for breath.

From that moment on, she was no longer herself.

She is a therapist who must maintain a distance.

Never again will grass and trees grow.

Bian Zhizhi leaned against the wall and struggled to straighten up.

Instead of going to the activity room, she went to the stairs and then to her room.

Every step I take feels like a farewell.

Say goodbye to the version of myself that would lose control of my heart at the mere mention of "Bian Zhizhi".

Say goodbye to unrealistic ideas.

From this day forward, from this moment forward, she must transform back into a knife.

A knife that perfectly meets Wei Yanqiu's requirements.

A knife without a heart.