Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

The first call was to Butler Li.

The receiver emitted a loud static and rain noise, and the signal was extremely poor.

"Uncle Li, how's the house? Is there a power outage?"

"Young Miss..." Butler Li's voice was broken, and in the background, the servants' panicked shouts could be heard, "The power is out... the backup generator room is flooded... it won't start..."

Wei Yanqiu's heart sank: "Where's Zixian? How is Zixian?"

"The young master is in his room... the door is locked, I don't dare to go in rashly, for fear of upsetting him..."

"Where's Bian Zhizhi? Let her go! Let her go keep Zixian company!"

Wei Yanqiu's voice rose, carrying a panic that he himself was unaware of.

"Miss Bian... I'll go find it right away..."

The phone was disconnected.

When I tried to call again, the line was busy.

Wei Yanqiu held the phone, her fingertips icy cold.

Outside the window, the rain poured down, the world was a white blur, and thunder rumbled one after another, making the glass vibrate.

She recalled that night more than a decade ago.

It was the same torrential rain, the same darkness.

Seven-year-old Wei Zixian, out of playfulness, ran into the cellar of the old house to look for treasure. The servants didn't notice and closed the door.

When it was time for dinner, the whole family discovered that the young master was missing and searched for him frantically.

Finally, Wei Yanqiu heard faint sobs coming from inside the cellar at the entrance.

The door was locked from the outside, and young Wei Zixian was trapped in the dark, enclosed space for a full five hours.

When they found him, his usually lively and cheerful younger brother was curled up in a corner, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, his eyes empty like a doll whose soul had been taken away.

He did not respond to anyone calling him or hugging him.

From then on, Wei Zixian was afraid of the dark, afraid of thunder, and afraid of any enclosed, dark space.

The psychologist said it was a severe case of post-traumatic stress disorder, accompanied by agoraphobia.

Wei's parents felt sorry for their son and were worried about the situation at the old house, so they completely renovated the Wei residence. All the circuits were equipped with double or even triple protection, and Wei Zixian's room was specially designed to ensure that it would never fall into complete darkness under any circumstances.

Over the years, Wei Yanqiu has carefully protected her.

Her parents gradually withdrew from the business, spending most of their time on vacations and recuperating abroad, leaving the company and her younger brother in her hands.

She thought she had built the strongest fortress for him.

But now...

The fortress collapsed during the torrential rain.

"Mr. Wei," Zhou Lin hurried over, lowering his voice, "the hotel manager said that there is a power outage in multiple areas of the city, and repairs will take time."

Also... the rain is too heavy, and the driver said that some sections of the ring expressway are severely flooded, making it very dangerous to go back now.

"What do we do then?!" Wei Yanqiu whirled around, her high heels clicking rapidly on the marble floor. "Zixian, he—"

Her words stopped abruptly.

Wei Yanqiu forced himself to regain his composure.

Don't panic, especially not in front of these people.

Zixian's illness is a top secret of the Wei family, and the outside world must never know that the young master of the Wei family has a problem.

"Zhou Lin," she said in a very low voice, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Keep in touch with the house. Tell the driver to get the car ready, and we'll leave as soon as the rain subsides a little."

Not far away, several guests were looking over with a puzzled expression.

In the banquet hall, the guests looked at each other, wondering what had happened.

But no one dared to ask; they just watched Wei Yanqiu's hurried departure and whispered among themselves.

In the lounge, she dialed the phone repeatedly.

Butler Li's phone went unanswered.

The landline phone at home is busy.

Bian Zhizhi, turn off the phone.

Her fingers hovered over the number for a moment, but she ultimately didn't dial it.

They're on vacation in Switzerland and should be fast asleep. A distant solution won't solve an immediate problem, so why make them worry?

She slumped into the sofa and buried her face in her hands.

My mind was filled with the image of Wei Zixian curled up in the darkness.

She felt frustrated, guilty, and angry.

Why today of all days?

Why did she come out to celebrate her birthday?

If she were in the house, if she were by Zixian's side...

Looking at the blurry, raging world outside, I felt utterly powerless for the first time.

The title of "head of the Wei family" or "powerful businesswoman" is irrelevant at this moment.

She was simply an older sister helpless in the face of her terrified younger brother.

All she could do was pray again and again, praying that the power would be restored soon, praying that the rain would stop, praying... that Bian Zhizhi would really be of help.

The corridor on the second floor of the Wei residence.

From a distance, she saw several figures gathered outside Wei Zixian's room.

Butler Li stood at the front, his usually neatly pressed suit now looking somewhat disheveled. He held an old-fashioned emergency lamp in his hand, the dim light reflecting the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and the undisguised anxiety on his face.

Two young male servants stood beside him, equally uneasy and at a loss.

Hearing footsteps, Butler Li turned around abruptly, and the moment he saw Bian Zhizhi, his eyes lit up.

"Miss Bian!" He hurried forward, his voice extremely low. "You've finally arrived! Young Master... there's been no sound from inside since the power went out. We didn't dare knock, afraid of upsetting him... but this..."

Bian Zhizhi's gaze passed over him and landed on the tightly closed door.

There was only deathly silence behind the door. The light from the cell phone flashlight shone on the wooden door, but inside it was completely silent, so quiet it was unsettling.

She could hear her heart pounding wildly in her chest, and the violent sound of rain pounding against the windows at the end of the corridor behind her.

The sound was mostly swallowed up by the rain in the empty corridor.

She understood the fear of Butler Li.

Forcing entry or inappropriate stimulation of Wei Zixian's fear of the dark could have disastrous consequences.

"Let me try."

She walked towards the door, raised her hand, and flicked her fingers.

"Young Master, it's me, Bian Zhizhi."

no respond.

She knocked again: "Young master, I'm coming in."

Still no response.

Bian Zhizhi's heart was in her throat.

She reached out and grasped the doorknob, ready to turn it herself.

The door suddenly opened from the inside.

A force pulled her inside.

Her body crashed into an embrace, arms wrapped around her waist, and the door closed behind her, the latch engaged.

The whole process was completed in one go.

It was so fast that she didn't have time to react.

dark.

Darkness deeper than the corridor.

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and not a single ray of light could be seen.

Only the beam of her phone's flashlight swayed between the two of them, illuminating a small area.

Wei Zixian's face was at the boundary between light and shadow.

Pale, tense, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

But his gaze wasn't the out-of-control look she had imagined.

"Young Master..." Bian Zhizhi began, her voice trembling.

Wei Zixian did not answer.

Not a single word.

He simply held her with all his might, his arms encircling her waist and back, tightening them more and more until her ribs ached and she could barely breathe.

His body was trembling uncontrollably.

Like a string stretched to its limit, it could snap at any moment.

"It's alright, young master, it's alright." She forced herself to calm down, raised her free hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally patted his back. "It's just a power outage, it'll be back to normal soon. I'll stay with you, young master, I'll always be with you."

She repeated these words as if chanting some kind of incantation.

It was to comfort him, and also to comfort myself.