Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi's mind exploded with a "boom".

Blood rushed to the top of my head, then quickly receded, leaving a blank space.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say "This is impossible," wanting to say "Young Master, you're crazy," wanting to say "I'm your healer, we can't do this."

But she didn't say anything.

But he didn't stop.

can't stop.

He had waited too long, tested the waters too long, and restrained himself too long.

He wanted her.

I want her attention, I want her care, I want her... everything.

But he knew he couldn't rush things.

My sister is watching, Butler Li is watching, everyone in the house is watching.

He had to take it slow, he had to use a method she could accept, and he had to let her come in on her own.

So he cooperated with the treatment; he painted, he listened to music, and he did everything she asked him to do.

He made himself "better," "normal," and worthy of her time and effort.

He discovered a better way.

His sister's threat, ironically, became his opportunity.

Bian Zhizhi was scared.

She's hiding.

When a person is afraid and hiding, they are most likely to reveal their weaknesses and be caught.

"I know what you've been thinking about these past few days."

Wei Zixian continued, speaking slowly but clearly.

"I know what you want me to do." His thumb stopped on the knuckles of her hand, no longer rubbing, but just pressing down.

"You want me to cooperate with the treatment, be a good patient, and not cause you any trouble or make things difficult, right?"

He looked up and gazed into her eyes.

Bian Zhizhi's lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

He knows everything.

He knows everything.

Bian Zhizhi wanted to cry.

But no tears came out; my eyes were so dry and painful.

"I can do it," Wei Zixian continued, his thumb stroking the back of her hand again, this time with a gentler touch, as if to soothe her or to apply pressure.

"I can behave well in front of outsiders, cooperate with all treatments, make it easy for you to explain to your sister, and ensure you receive your last three months' pay without any problems."

He paused, his gaze locking onto her eyes again, as if to nail her to the spot: "But on the condition that you satisfy me."

"What do you want me to satisfy?" Bian Zhizhi's voice trembled, almost inaudible.

Wei Zixian's gaze fell on her lips again, his eyes so deep they seemed to want to devour her.

"Like now, when we're all alone, you have to be by my side. I want to touch you, and you can't pull away. I want you to kiss me..." He paused, then added, "And when I'm ready, I want more."

More.

These two words, like venomous snakes, slithered into Bian Zhizhi's ears and coiled around her heart.

She felt dizzy, and the world spun and distorted before her eyes.

The spines of the books on the bookshelf were twisted at an eerie angle, and the sunlight shattered into countless pieces on the carpet, making Wei Zixian's face both blurry and clear in her vision.

She remembered Wei Yanqiu's words.

"If Zixian develops an inappropriate dependence on you... then, Miss Bian, I will also make your family, your parents, become strange."

She remembered the voices of her parents on the phone.

"Zhizhi, don't worry about us, just focus on your work."

She remembered the contract.

The astronomical reward could pay off all the debts, give her parents a good life, and allow her to start over.

It took her three months to get to where she is today.

Wei Zixian has made progress, the doctor has affirmed it, and Wei Yanqiu is temporarily satisfied.

Just hold on for another three months...

"What if... I refuse?" Bian Zhizhi asked with difficulty.

She knew the answer.

But she asked anyway.

Like a death row inmate, making a final check before the gun goes off to see if there is truly no way out.

Wei Zixian smiled.

It was a faint smile, yet it sent chills down your spine.

"Then I'll let my sister know," he said softly.

"Her threats were effective, but misdirected. It's not that you're influencing me, it's that I don't want to let you go."

He moved even closer, his nose almost touching hers.

"Tell me, if my sister finds out that it's not that I depend on you, but that I..." He paused, emphasizing each word, "that I absolutely need you. What would she do?"

Bian Zhizhi's blood froze instantly.

It felt like being thrown into an ice cellar, with every inch of my body, from my heart to my fingertips, freezing over.

What will Wei Yanqiu do?

That calm to the point of being ruthless, that older sister who valued her younger brother above all else, that person who held the power of life and death over her entire family…

She would think that Bian Zhizhi used tricks to seduce Wei Zixian, causing things to spiral out of control.

She would see Bian Zhizhi no longer as a healer, but as a threat, an obstacle that must be removed.

Therefore, her previous statement, "Make your parents strange too," is no longer a warning, but an immediate act of retaliation.

The phone will call my parents, the debts will resurface, and the debt collectors will come knocking again... My parents are old and can't take any more of this.

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes.

Darkness descends, but within that darkness are also Wei Zixian's face, Wei Yanqiu's eyes, the worried wrinkles of his parents, and the ever-growing debt figures.

She had no choice.

There was never a choice.

From the moment she signed that contract, from the moment she stepped into this house, from the moment she first softened her heart towards Wei Zixian... she embarked on a path of no return.

Three months.

If she can hold out for three months, she can leave once the contract ends.

By then, the world will be vast and open. She can take the money home, give her parents a better life, and start anew.

In a place without Wei Zixian, without Wei Yanqiu, and without this magnificent prison.

And now... she needs Wei Zixian's "cooperation" to keep Wei Yanqiu calm.

She needed him to continue playing the role of a "good patient who has made significant progress," to perform well during doctor's evaluations, and to maintain an image of being "dependent but controllable" in front of everyone.

Only in this way can she safely get through these last three months.

Only in this way can she protect her parents.

Bian Zhizhi opened her eyes.

His eyes were empty, as if all the light had been ripped out.

"Young master, I promise you..."

Wei Zixian's eyes lit up.

That was the radiance of triumph.

He had waited so long, tested the waters for so long, and finally heard those words.

"Okay," he readily agreed.

He loosened his clasped hands, but instead cupped her face in his hands.

His palms were so hot that they made Bian Zhizhi's whole body stiff.

He ran his fingers through the hair behind her ears and pressed his thumb against her cheek, holding her in place with a completely possessive posture.

"In this room, when no one is around, you are mine."

"This is a contract."

Bian Zhizhi wanted to argue back, to say "I don't belong to anyone," to say "You have no right to demand this of me," and to say "I'm just here to work."

But the words stuck in his throat.

What I swallowed back were tears, dignity, and that naive self who once thought he could stand on his own two feet based on his professional skills.

She simply lowered her eyes and nodded gently.

Wei Zixian finally let go of her.

He took two steps back, regaining his usual calm expression, as if he weren't the one who had been pressing him so aggressively with such a naked gaze.

The speed at which she changed her expression startled Bian Zhizhi.

"The cup is broken, so be it. We'll have Uncle Li get a new one tomorrow."

Bian Zhizhi was still leaning against the bookshelf, her legs so weak she could barely stand.