Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

"Young Master," she finally found her voice, "wouldn't this... be considered deception?"

Wei Zixian stopped what he was doing, slowly turned his head, and looked at her up close.

"Miss Bian," he began, "in this house, what is real and what is fake is sometimes determined by us."

He released her hand, and the heat that had enveloped her receded.

He straightened up, his gaze fixed on the email about to be sent on the screen, his tone returning to its usual calm: "Send it. My sister is still waiting for the weekly good news."

Bian Zhizhi watched his back as he walked towards the sofa by the window. She paused for a moment, then finally moved to the mouse and clicked the send button.

Emails flew to Wei Yanqiu and Dr. Wang's inboxes, carrying carefully crafted truths and lies.

Unexpectedly, yet seemingly logically, Wei Yanqiu did not question, doubt, or even ask a single detail.

Dr. Wang also gave positive feedback. During their weekly phone conversation, he expressed his satisfaction with Wei Zixian's progress and specifically praised Bian Zhizhi for her detailed records, which provided valuable information for adjusting the subsequent treatment plan.

Only Bian Zhizhi herself felt like a thief carrying stolen goods but constantly worried about being exposed, spending each day in fear and self-reproach due to her guilty conscience.

The bonus and the dazzling jewelry that Butler Li later sent in a velvet box became another mountain weighing on her heart.

She looked distressed, lost her appetite, and couldn't sleep at night.

This growing anxiety stemmed from sources so complex that even she herself was confused.

It didn't entirely stem from Wei Zixian's growing dependence and the increasingly irresistible intimacy.

To her horror, she discovered that, under the cover of darkness and amidst the thunderous pounding of her heart, those touches and kisses strangely gave rise to a shameful sense of belonging.

It was as if a part of her, in the intervals between self-loathing, secretly savored that forbidden sweetness, and then fell into deeper panic.

The one who truly tormented her day and night was Wei Yanqiu.

Wei Yanqiu has changed.

This change is subtle but cannot be ignored.

She no longer always looked at Bian Zhizhi with that cold, merchandise-like gaze.

Occasionally, when we bump into each other in the hallway, she will nod to me and even ask, "Have you eaten yet?" Her tone may be indifferent, but it lacks the distance she used to have.

She began to inquire about Bian Zhizhi's daily life, and once even personally instructed the kitchen: "Miss Bian doesn't look well lately, and she looks too thin. Stew some bird's nest or cordyceps chicken soup for her to nourish her."

What made Bian Zhizhi most uneasy was the series of rewards that followed.

Under various pretexts—overtime pay, special contributions, quarterly bonuses—a considerable sum of money was deposited into her account.

When Butler Li conveyed these words, his tone was unusually warm: "Miss Bian, the eldest young lady said you've worked hard, and this is what you deserve."

Bian Zhizhi knew this was compensation.

To make up for her "dutiful" companionship that rainy night, and to compensate for her contribution in keeping Wei Zixian "emotionally stable".

Every penny, every word of care, seemed to contribute to the carefully constructed image of her as an excellent healer, and also to put constant pressure on her crumbling conscience.

But the more she did this, the deeper and more painful the thorn of guilt became in Bian Zhizhi's heart, churning day and night, leaving her no peace.

The more Wei Yanqiu showed her that caring face, the less she could face the trust in his eyes that was built on lies.

Several times, when Wei Yanqiu, unusually, softened his sharp business aura and said to her in a gentle tone, "Zixian looks much better lately, and her eyes are more lively. It's all thanks to your hard work," Bian Zhizhi almost couldn't control herself and blurted out those inappropriate truths.

But she can't.

Because Wei Yanqiu, in a moment when she relaxed her guard, once again drew that cold red line in a casual tone:

"Bian Zhizhi, you did a great job. Zixian is my bottom line, you know that. If you cure him, you'll have everything. If you have any improper thoughts, we'll both look bad."

Use both kindness and severity, and employ both soft and hard tactics.

The branches were being pulled apart by these two forces.

But her relationship with Wei Zixian was already in a mess, so they were no longer the clearly defined therapist and patient they once were.

She couldn't tell the difference.

Every day, she felt like she was being slowly roasted on both sides over a low flame.

She felt despicable and shameless, having taken advantage of an older sister's love for her younger brother, and doing the most outrageous thing with her most cherished brother right under his nose.

The face in the mirror grew paler day by day, with dark circles under the eyes.

She began to fear the sound of footsteps; whether it was Wei Yanqiu or Butler Li approaching, it would instantly make her back tense.

After locking her bedroom door late at night, she would sometimes stare blankly into the darkness for a long time until her hands and feet turned cold.

Before she could even figure out a way out of the quagmire she had created for herself, another thing that made her scalp tingle came to her door through the housekeeper, Li.

It was an ordinary afternoon. The healing activity had just ended, and Wei Zixian went to the restroom.

Butler Li walked into the activity room with a more serious expression than usual.

"Miss Bian, may I bother you for a few minutes?" He lowered his voice. "The Wei Group's annual celebration is scheduled for the evening of the 25th. As is customary, the young master is required to attend."

Butler Li's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

"Like the last family banquet, the young master needs to appear at the main venue for about two hours to exchange basic pleasantries with several important shareholders and family friends, maintain a normal social demeanor, and not show any abnormalities."

Butler Li paused, watching Bian Zhizhi's rapidly changing expression, and spoke in a softer, yet more authoritative tone:

"The young lady intends for you to accompany and guide him throughout the entire process. With you by his side, the young master will be more composed."

Bian Zhizhi felt a sudden darkness before her eyes and a buzzing in her ears.

The memory of the last small family dinner was not pleasant; it even left her feeling lingering fear.

And the annual meeting?

That was the Wei Group's grand event of the year, attracting business luminaries, media attention, and countless eyes... Under the watchful eyes and spotlight, the slightest mistake could have unimaginable consequences.

She could almost see Wei Zixian standing in the center of the crowd, pale and breathing rapidly, and she could see the disappointment and even anger in Wei Yanqiu's eyes.

She wanted to refuse, to say "I can't do it," and to tell Butler Li that it was too risky.

The words of refusal rolled on the tip of her tongue, but were ultimately suppressed by Wei Yanqiu's recent gentle gaze and those weighty "compensations".

She lowered her eyes and heard her own dry voice: "Okay, I understand."

That sudden kindness, that compensatory care, was like a soft rope that bound her hands and feet and silenced her.

But who is Wei Zixian?

The person who can see through everything with silence and understand her emotions with the most subtle changes in expression.