Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Wei Zixian knew what she was thinking; she simply felt that everything here had nothing to do with her.

At the same time, she was also hiding.

Hide from him, hide from something that is expanding in this space, hide from everything that is about to happen.

He knew that his recent behavior had been too flamboyant.

He pushed the plate, put out cookies, and only accepted the pills from her hand.

Every move she made, under the watchful eyes of everyone in the house, blatantly declared that Bian Zhizhi was special to me.

She was so special that even a sip of water had to go through her hands.

He did it on purpose.

The pressure his sister put on him was the same as the pressure she put on Bian Zhizhi.

Bian Zhizhi was under pressure and had no choice but to face him.

Either continue to indulge his "willfulness," or completely break ties and refuse to cooperate.

Regardless of the reason, she must acknowledge his existence and the blurred line between them.

This is what he wanted.

A bargaining chip to negotiate with her, a breakthrough to break down her safe distance and professional boundaries.

He wanted to force her to admit that their relationship had long since become more than just that of therapist and patient.

only……

Wei Zixian finally lifted his gaze from the book and landed on Bian Zhizhi's drooping profile.

She's lost weight; she's noticeably thinner in the last two weeks. Her chin is sharper, and there are faint dark circles under her eyes.

Will she still be soft-hearted towards him?

Wei Zixian was unsure.

He had seen her at her most vulnerable.

In those moments, she was real.

But now?

Now, when she looks at him, her eyes are curved and the corners of her mouth are upturned, but that smile is like a piece of paper pasted on her face, which will rustle loudly when the wind blows.

She spoke in a gentle and polite tone, but every word she uttered conveyed a deliberate sense of distance.

When she stood beside him, she always maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

It's within reach, yet always just a little short.

Wei Zixian didn't like this distance.

dislike it very much.

He dared not gamble on whether she would soften her heart, so he had to keep moving forward.

This left her with nowhere to hide and nowhere to retreat.

At 3:10 p.m., there was a knock on the door of the activity room.

"Go in," Bian Zhizhi replied.

The door opened, and the maid, Xiaomei, walked in carrying a tray.

Today's meal is a pot of freshly brewed Earl Grey tea, served with freshly baked scones and cream.

"Young Master, Miss Bian, please have some tea."

After Xiaomei finished speaking with her head down, she placed the tray on the small round table next to the sofa, then quickly retreated to the door, but did not leave immediately.

This was Butler Li's new instruction: after serving the tea and snacks, they should linger for a moment to observe whether the young master would "eat normally," in other words, to observe whether he would still insist on being served by Bian Zhizhi.

Bian Zhizhi certainly understood the meaning behind this.

She forced herself to focus on the paintings, pretending not to see Xiaomei's probing gaze or Wei Zixian's look from the sofa.

She picked up a painting.

It was painted by Wei Zixian the day before yesterday.

The scene is simple: a window with distorted shadows of trees outside, the black pines in the courtyard, and a small cup on the windowsill.

Bian Zhizhi stared at that cup for a long time.

"Tea."

Wei Zixian's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Again.

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes and put the drawing paper back on the table.

She took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the small round table.

Xiaomei was still standing by the door, her eyes downcast.

Butler Li must have instructed that a detailed report on today's events be given.

Bian Zhizhi walked to the small round table and picked up the bone china teapot.

The kettle was very hot, but she wasn't wearing gloves.

Wearing gloves would seem too deliberate.

She poured tea into the cup in front of Wei Zixian.

Her hands were shaking even more badly than yesterday.

She hasn't been sleeping well these past few days, often waking up in the middle of the night in a nightmare, dreaming that Wei Yanqiu says in a calm tone, "Make your parents strange too."

She dreamt that Wei Zixian was looking at her, his eyes changing from expectant to cold. She dreamt that she was standing on the edge of a cliff, with her parents' crying faces behind her and Wei Zixian's outstretched hand in front of her.

Which side should she grab?

she does not know.

The scalding hot black tea poured from the spout, hitting the bottom of the cup and splashing a few drops onto the back of her hand.

A sharp pain shot through her, and she loosened her grip.

"Snap!"

The sound of shattering exploded in the quiet room.

The bone china cup slipped from her hand, smashed on the ground, and shattered.

Porcelain shards flew everywhere, and deep red tea spilled out, spreading a large stain on the light beige carpet.

Bian Zhizhi stood frozen in place, looking down at the fragments at her feet.

Her mind went blank, with only a buzzing sound in her ears.

She lost control.

What did she do?

She actually lost her composure again in front of Wei Zixian and broke things.

In front of a patient with autism who is extremely sensitive to sudden noises and chaotic environments.

She is finished.

She wasn't sure if Wei Zixian would just be tense like before.

She was afraid.

My professional image, three months of hard work, Wei Yanqiu's trust... all gone.

She should apologize immediately, squat down to tidy up, and react calmly as a professional therapist should.

They reassured Wei Zixian and then quickly dealt with the scene to minimize the chaos.

But she couldn't move.

Her eyes were fixed on the shards, as if they weren't just broken porcelain, but her shattered career and crumbling life.

She could only stiffly raise her head and look at Wei Zixian.

She could almost foresee what was going to happen next.

Wei Zixian would have an emotional breakdown due to sudden noise; he would scream, hide in a corner, cover his ears with his hands, and retreat into that closed world.

All her efforts would be ruined by her loss of control in that one moment.

She could even imagine Wei Yanqiu's expression when he found out.

The beautiful woman would look at her with that disappointed yet knowing look, and then say...

"Miss Bian, it seems you can't control your emotions very well. How can someone who can't even control themselves be qualified to treat my brother?"

Then she will terminate the contract.

Bian Zhizhi's parents will receive debt collection calls again, and the debts they just paid off will come back to haunt them. The wages she received over the past three months will slip through her fingers like sand...

"Young...Young Master, I'm so sorry! I'll clean up right away!"

Xiaomei was the first to react, and rushed forward in a panic, her voice trembling with fear.

She was new and had never seen anything like this before.

In her limited understanding, the young master of the Wei family was a patient who needed to be treated with extreme care, and even the slightest noise could trigger a breakdown.

Now, a cup has been smashed in front of her. Although it was Miss Bian who broke it, it happened while she was on duty.

She couldn't imagine what Butler Li's expression would be when he found out.

Will they fire her?

But Wei Zixian raised his hand, making a gesture to stop him.

Bian Zhizhi was also stunned.

What she saw was a pair of eyes that were frighteningly calm.

Wei Zixian remained seated on the sofa, his posture unchanged.

He merely turned his head slightly, glancing at the shards and spilled tea on the ground.

There was no fear, no unease, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Not only that, Bian Zhizhi even saw satisfaction in those eyes?

Like the hunter's quiet satisfaction when he sees his prey finally step into the trap.