Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi never looked at him on her own initiative.

Her gaze was always fixed on her materials, while her peripheral vision caught every tiny change in him.

She discovered that Wei Zixian read a wide variety of books.

The first day was a botanical encyclopedia, the second day was architectural structure, and the third day turned into "A Brief History of Time".

She didn't dare ask him why he changed the books.

The third ironclad rule is like a sword hanging over one's head.

The turning point came on the tenth day.

That afternoon, Bian Zhizhi brought some structured origami materials.

Based on the housekeeper's vague hint that she "likes tidiness," she designed a very simple origami crane breakdown process.

She spread the colored paper and the step-by-step diagram on the table, and began folding it herself, one step at a time.

"First, fold the square piece of paper corner to corner, pressing out creases..."

"The second step is to open it up, and then fold the other side in half..."

Her movements were as slow as a slow-motion scene in a movie, ensuring that every step was clearly visible.

She didn't expect Wei Zixian to follow suit; she simply wanted to provide a visually regular and orderly activity that might attract his brain, which is accustomed to order and structure.

When she got to the wing part, she needed to go to the restroom.

This was an unplanned interruption, but she felt it might be a good opportunity to observe his reaction to her "disappearance" and "reappearance."

She stopped what she was doing.

"I need to leave the room for a short while, about five minutes. I need to use the restroom."

After saying that, she stood up, walked as quietly as possible to the door, and pressed the call button.

Butler Li appeared outside the door quickly. She explained the situation in a low voice and then went out.

The moment the door closed, Bian Zhizhi leaned against the wall and gently exhaled.

She wasn't sure what the consequences of this brief departure would be.

Inside the activity room, as Bian Zhizhi's voice faded and footsteps receded, Wei Zixian's turning of the pages came to a complete halt.

He maintained the posture of reading, but his fingertips gripped the edge of the pages with a bit more force.

His gaze didn't move, but it seemed to have lost focus.

In the empty room, only his breathing could be heard. That familiar silence surged up like a tide, filling the void left by Bian Zhizhi.

He began tapping rapidly on the hard cover of the book with his fingertips.

Da, da, da.

The pace is getting faster and faster, more and more urgent.

Bian Zhizhi returned to the activity room door at exactly four and a half minutes.

Butler Li opened the door for her.

The moment the door opened a crack, she heard unusual sounds coming from inside.

It wasn't the sound of pages turning, nor the sound of breathing, but rather rapid, labored breathing.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly went inside.

The sight before her made her gasp.

Wei Zixian was no longer on the sofa.

He huddled in the corner of the room, his back to her, his shoulders trembling violently.

Several books that had been on a low shelf were scattered around him, along with a decorative ceramic pen holder that had been smashed to pieces, with white porcelain shards splattered everywhere.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his fingers digging deep into his hair, and his rapid breathing came from his clenched teeth.

"Young Master!"

Butler Li's expression changed, and he subconsciously stepped forward, reaching out to press the call button on the wall, preparing to call for professional medical personnel to handle the situation.

"Wait a minute!" Bian Zhizhi suddenly called out to stop her.

She knew that if she let people who might smell of disinfectant in now and tried to appease him in a forceful way, it would only deepen his fear and trauma of the scene.

All the previous careful approaches will be in vain.

She also clearly remembered that ironclad rule.

"No unauthorized physical contact allowed," and the housekeeper warned, "Leave the scene immediately."

Reason is frantically sounding the alarm.

But looking at that young figure huddled in the corner...

She remembered how he used to read quietly, and the slight pause in his fingertips...

He is no longer the unapproachable young master of the Wei family; he is just a young man trapped in an emotional storm.

Her professional knowledge and the inexplicable impulse within her overwhelmed her fear of the rules at that moment.

"Butler Li, please don't call anyone yet, give me a minute."

Butler Li hesitated for a moment, watching Bian Zhizhi walk away towards Wei Zixian. In the end, he did not press the button, but his body was tense, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

Bian Zhizhi slowly approached the trembling figure step by step.

She stopped a step away from him, slowly crouching down at a height that wouldn't feel intimidating.

"Wei Zixian." She called him by his full name for the first time.

"It's me, your therapist, Bian Zhizhi."

He didn't react; in fact, he trembled even more violently, as if her voice was another kind of stimulus.

The side branches did not retreat.

She recalled that he hadn't seemed to dislike her voice before.

She began to hum, not a complicated melody, but a simple nursery rhyme that her mother often hummed when she couldn't sleep when she was a child.

Her humming was low, trying to mask her heavy breathing.

At the same time, she made a bold move.

She reached out, across that one step, and gently covered his clenched fist.

Her fingertips touched his cold skin, and she could feel his violent trembling transmitted through the contact.

The moment she touched him, Wei Zixian's body stiffened abruptly, as if struck by an electric current, and he seemed to be struggling violently to break free.

Bian Zhizhi didn't hold on tightly, but simply covered it, and the humming continued in a gentle rhythm.

One second, two seconds...

His taut fists, enveloped by the continuous humming and the warmth of his palms, gradually relaxed in their resistance.

The rapid breathing gradually slowed down.

He still didn't look up, still curled up there, but the feeling of panic on the verge of collapse was visibly fading away.

Bian Zhizhi's heart pounded like a drum; she dared not stop humming, nor move an inch.

She could feel the coldness of the back of his hand gradually warming up slightly in her palm.

Just then, the door to the activity room was suddenly pushed open.

Wei Yanqiu stood at the door, clearly having rushed over after receiving an urgent notification from Butler Li.

She was wearing loungewear, her hair was a little messy, and she had obviously arrived in a hurry.

She looked at the scene in the room.

Scattered books, broken porcelain shards, and... Bian Zhizhi, squatting beside her younger brother, holding his hand and softly humming a song.

Her face instantly darkened, and her gaze fell on Bian Zhizhi's "overstepping" hand.

The air in the activity room seemed to have been sucked out.

Bian Zhizhi's hand was still covering Wei Zixian's hand, and her humming stopped abruptly under Wei Yanqiu's cold gaze.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but the slight tremor from Wei Zixian's fingertips, which had not yet completely subsided, made her pause.

She withdrew her hand as quietly as possible without drawing his attention.