Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Just a week before the contract officially ended, a phone call became the last straw that broke the camel's back, giving her a reason to leave immediately.

The call was from my mother, Lin Suxin.

It was afternoon, and Bian Zhizhi had just finished a tiring therapeutic session and returned to her room.

My mother's voice came through the receiver:

"Zhizhi, it's nothing serious, it's just... your dad has been feeling discomfort in his throat for the past few days, and he feels like there's something stuck in his throat when he swallows. He couldn't put it off, so he went to the hospital for a thorough check-up today..."

Bian Zhizhi's heart clenched instantly: "What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said... there's a small growth in my throat. The pathology results aren't fully in yet, but they recommend having a minor surgery to remove it as soon as possible, just in case."

Lin Suxin's voice trembled slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm. "The surgery wasn't major, it's just... I'll need a long time to recover and rest afterward. The doctor hinted that I probably won't be able to lecture for as long as before, my vocal cords can't handle it..."

Your dad himself is probably disheartened, feeling it's all too much trouble, and today... he submitted an application for medical retirement to the school..."

She paused, her voice choked with emotion, but she still tried to comfort her daughter:

"Zhizhi, don't worry, we're fine, really. I just... just wanted to tell you. Your dad told me not to tell you, afraid it would affect your work... but I just felt..."

My father is sick.

Surgery is required.

His career may be over.

They pretended to be relaxed, but they couldn't hide the fear of the disease behind their words, as well as the complex feelings of not wanting to burden their daughter but having no choice but to rely on her.

Bian Zhizhi held the phone, standing in front of her room window, looking at the black pines standing in the cold winter wind in the courtyard.

The last bit of hesitation, the last lingering entanglement with Wei Zixian, was completely severed by reality at this moment, vanishing without a trace.

She could no longer stay here, wallowing in the mire of her own emotions, burdened by the guilt of betrayal, awaiting judgment that might come at any moment.

Her parents need her.

Her father needed surgery and care, and the family needed her, as his daughter, to support them.

Everything here became a heavy shackle that she had to get rid of immediately.

That afternoon, some time before dinner, Bian Zhizhi knocked on the door of Wei Yanqiu's study.

The sound of her knuckles tapping felt like a blow to her heart.

"Come in," came Wei Yanqiu's voice from inside.

Bian Zhizhi pushed the door open and went in.

Wei Yanqiu was facing an open financial statement, his brows slightly furrowed, with a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold beside him.

Seeing it was her, he seemed somewhat surprised, put down his gold pen, and pointed to the chair opposite the desk: "Sit down. Is there something you need?"

Bian Zhizhi did not sit.

She felt unworthy to sit down; standing and accepting the possible anger and contempt might lessen her guilt by a tiny bit.

She stood in front of the desk, about two meters away from Wei Yanqiu, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes at her sides, her nails digging deep into her palms, using the pain to maintain her composure and force herself to speak.

"Mr. Wei, I'm sorry to bother you at this time. I... I have a family emergency."

Wei Yanqiu looked up at her, his face expressionless, but his eyes held a faint displeasure at being interrupted.

Bian Zhizhi forced herself to look directly into Wei Yanqiu's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, even though all she wanted to do at that moment was run away.

"My father... has been diagnosed with a throat problem and needs surgery as soon as possible. He will also need long-term care after the surgery. My mother can't manage it all by herself."

She spoke quickly, as if afraid she would lose her courage if she slowed down, "I...I want to apply for early termination of the contract. Today. Now."

She paused, almost choking on her breath, her chest aching, but she gritted her teeth and continued speaking. This was a consequence she had long anticipated and had to bear:

"I know this constitutes a unilateral breach of contract, and according to the contract, I need to pay liquidated damages. The specific amount... I will raise the money as soon as possible. In any case, I will compensate you."

The study was deathly silent.

Wei Yanqiu looked at her, his face still showing no obvious emotional fluctuation.

She looked more tired than before, and the dark circles under her eyes were more pronounced than usual. After hearing Bian Zhizhi's resolute words, she did not respond immediately, but simply leaned back in her leather chair and quietly watched her.

After a long while, so long that Bian Zhizhi could barely stand, Wei Yanqiu seemed to finally pull himself out of some deep thoughts, digest the words, and then gently exhale.

"No need to pay compensation." Wei Yanqiu's voice was calm, even somewhat ethereal. "You can just leave."

Bian Zhizhi was stunned, completely stunned.

She had imagined countless ways Wei Yanqiu might react.

Anger, mockery, harassment, demanding exorbitant breach of contract penalties from her based on the contract terms, and even threatening her with her parents to keep her until the contract expires.

She was prepared to face all the wrath, but she never expected it would be such a casual "Just leave."

"Why...why?" Bian Zhizhi couldn't help but ask, "I broke the contract first, I...I also..."

She did something even more unforgivable.

"I said it's not necessary," Wei Yanqiu interrupted her, his tone still indifferent.

She twirled the pen in her hand, her gaze falling on the densely packed numbers of the financial statements, yet seemingly not looking at them at all.

The taut string in Bian Zhizhi's heart did not relax because of this pardon; instead, it was tightened even more by sharper emotions, almost to the point of breaking.

The more magnanimous Wei Yanqiu was, the heavier her guilt became, making it hard for her to breathe.

If she doesn't say these things soon, she might suffocate from the guilt and turmoil churning within her, even if it provokes a raging fire.

"President Wei," she mustered her last bit of courage, her voice trembling violently, as if each word had been uttered with all her might, "there's one more thing... I... I must tell you. That night at the annual party, after the banquet, at the door of the young master's room... I, the young master and I... we..."

"I know."

Wei Yanqiu's three characters are like three icicles, pinning Bian Zhizhi to the spot.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring at Wei Yanqiu in disbelief. The color drained from her face in an instant, leaving her paler than paper.

Wei Yanqiu met her shocked gaze, his face remaining calm, but deep in his eyes, extremely complex emotions surged.

"The person standing at the door that day," Wei Yanqiu said slowly, each word crystal clear, like a dull knife cutting flesh, "was me."

Bian Zhizhi felt ice-cold all over; a bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, spreading to every part of her body.

She seemed frozen, unable even to shiver, and could only stand there stiffly, listening to those pronouncements.