Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

With all the strength she had left, she forcefully pushed away Wei Zixian, who was tightly embracing her!

Caught off guard by her push, Wei Zixian staggered back half a step before regaining his balance. His brows immediately furrowed, his eyes still showing lingering passion and displeasure at being interrupted.

"Zhizhi?" He called out her name instinctively and reached out to pull her back.

"Someone...someone outside the door! Just now! Someone saw it!" Bian Zhizhi's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Her face was ashen, her eyes fixed on the crack in the door through which light was streaming in.

Wei Zixian followed her gaze.

Outside the crack in the door, the corridor lights were still bright, but there was no one there.

He listened carefully; apart from their own still-breathing breaths, the corridor was completely silent.

"They might just be a maid passing by," he tried to reassure her, suppressing his displeasure at her sudden push, and reached out again to pull her back into his arms. "They won't dare to say anything. Don't be afraid."

But Bian Zhizhi couldn't listen to any of that at the moment.

Her heart was pounding wildly, unable to calm down; blood rushed to her head, only to recede in an instant.

She was terrified; that figure kept flashing through her mind.

People who appeared in this area on the second floor at this time...

What if it's Wei Yanqiu?

Her brother and her highly paid therapist were locked in a passionate kiss in their room late at night...

What will she think?

How to do it?

All that kindness, trust, bonuses, and jewelry instantly turned into ironic slaps across her face!

She breached the contract, not only a professional breach, but also crossed the bottom line that Wei Yanqiu had drawn that could never be crossed!

How will Wei Yanqiu deal with her?

How do I deal with her parents?

An overwhelming fear gripped her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her teeth chattered.

Looking at her on the verge of collapse, Wei Zixian wanted to say something. He wanted to tell her that he would hold up the sky if it fell, and he wanted to question her why she was so afraid. Was being with him so shameful?

But in the end, seeing her pale face and terrified eyes, he swallowed all his words.

He stepped forward, no longer trying to kiss her, but simply pulled her trembling body back into his arms.

"It's alright," he whispered in her ear. "I'm here. No matter who it is, it'll be fine."

But Bian Zhizhi wouldn't listen.

Her world completely collapsed the moment she caught a glimpse of that figure.

No matter how warm his embrace or how strong his promise, it could not dispel the despair that was creeping up from the deepest part of his heart.

She was held stiffly in his arms, her eyes staring blankly at the door, only one thought remaining in her mind:

It's over. It's all over.

*

The days that followed became a true ordeal for Bian Zhizhi.

She lived in fear and guilt every day, like a frightened bird.

Seeing Wei Yanqiu is like a mouse seeing a cat; it instinctively tries to hide from afar. If it can't avoid him, it will dart away, lower its head, speak incoherently, and sweat from its palms.

She always felt that Wei Yanqiu's gaze towards her was different; it seemed as if his gaze could penetrate her flesh and see into the dirty secrets and betrayals in her heart.

Every brief encounter with Wei Yanqiu felt like a long, drawn-out torture.

But Wei Yanqiu didn't show anything.

She remained busy with the group's numerous year-end affairs.

She would occasionally inquire about Wei Zixian's healing progress, her tone as calm as ever.

The attitude towards Bian Zhizhi was even more peaceful than before the annual meeting.

The care and rewards from Butler Li did not stop.

But this only made Bian Zhizhi suffer even more.

She would rather Wei Yanqiu berate her harshly, fire her outright, force her to pay an exorbitant penalty for breach of contract, or even threaten her with her parents than endure this agonizing, unresolved ordeal.

She had no idea what Wei Yanqiu was thinking, whether he was secretly gathering more evidence.

Are they waiting for a better opportunity to launch an attack?

Or... is an even more terrible revenge brewing?

This unknown fear gnawed at her nerves day and night, causing her to quickly wither away.

No amount of concealer can cover up the dark circles under my eyes. My appetite has decreased sharply, and I often stare blankly at food.

At night, she was plagued by nightmares. Sometimes she dreamed of Wei Yanqiu's cold face and mocking eyes, sometimes she dreamed of her parents being surrounded and crying by debt collectors, and sometimes she dreamed of Wei Zixian holding her tightly in the dark, and she couldn't break free.

Her feelings for Wei Zixian also fell into an unprecedented state of entanglement and torment.

That impulsive kiss was an outpouring of emotion, a pang of heartache for his vulnerability after he had put on a brave face, and a culmination of long-simmering feelings under specific circumstances.

She could no longer deceive herself into believing she had no feelings for him.

But the ensuing sense of crisis and guilt crushed those budding emotions, which had not yet been discerned as genuine, and ground them into the mud.

Every time Wei Zixian approached, every time he tried to recreate the intimacy of that night, Bian Zhizhi's reaction was full of contradictions.

Her body might tremble from habit, but reason and fear would immediately set off an alarm, making her stiffen, dodge, and even show signs of panic.

She wanted a space, a space where she could completely calm down, catch her breath, and think carefully about how all of this had happened and what she should do.

She wanted to sort out her complicated and unspeakable feelings for Wei Zixian, find a strategy to deal with Wei Yanqiu's possible outburst of anger, and plan her way out after the contract was about to expire.

But the Wei family didn't give her that space.

Wei Zixian didn't have any either.

Since that night at the annual party, Wei Zixian's dependence on and possessiveness towards her seemed to have reached a deeper level.

He was no longer satisfied with being alone in the activity room, and began to have the housekeeper, Li, or come to her door late at night under various pretexts.

He no longer just wanted companionship, but a hug, a kiss, or simply to hold her hand as he fell asleep.

Every time Bian Zhizhi hesitated or retreated, it only fueled his more stubborn insistence.

It was as if he wanted to lock her firmly in his territory, weaving a net of intimacy, giving her no chance to breathe or escape.

Amidst this multiple sense of being torn apart, Bian Zhizhi visibly sank lower and lower day by day.

Her guilt towards Wei Yanqiu snowballed, growing bigger and bigger until it almost crushed her spine.

She dared not love Wei Zixian, nor could she refuse him; all that remained was endless exhaustion.

As for himself, he felt utter disappointment and disgust.

She looked in the mirror at her sunken eyes and dazed expression, and a voice in her heart grew louder and louder:

This can't go on any longer.

It must end.

I must leave.

immediately.

Once this idea became clear, it grew wildly with a do-or-die determination.

She began calculating the contract's expiration date, crossing off day after day on the calendar, counting how many hours were left.

With each day crossed off, my anxiety grows, and my desire to escape intensifies.

She even started subtly organizing her belongings, quietly packing up some items she didn't use often, ready to grab and go at any time.