Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

After settling their parents in, Bian Zhizhi and Su Wan sat down in the corridor rest area.

"Don't worry about the cost," Su Wan said. "I've already spoken to the hospital, and they'll put it on my tab. We'll settle everything at the end of the year."

"No." Bian Zhizhi took out a card from her bag. "Use mine. Wanwan, you've already helped enough."

"Are you being too polite with me?"

"It's not that I'm being formal." Bian Zhizhi stuffed the card into her hand. "This is something I have to bear myself. My father's illness is my responsibility. I remember your kindness, but I have to pay for it myself."

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Su Wan knew she couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she sighed and took the card: "Okay. But make it clear, you'll listen to me on everything else. I'll arrange the accommodation, safety, and information shielding."

My dad has spoken to the Wei family, and the Su family will handle it. But Wei Yanqiu isn't someone to be trifled with; she might come looking for trouble.

Will she find it?

"Not in the short term." Su Wan lowered her voice. "I used some methods. Your identity information was temporarily blocked in the system. It's legal, and we went through special channels."

The hospital used an alias and my guarantee. Even if the Wei family traced Yan Tong, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Bian Zhizhi nodded, but she wasn't completely at ease. She had witnessed Wei Yanqiu's methods firsthand.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Another unknown number, this time a text message:

"Miss Bian, this is Wei Yanqiu. Let's talk. Name your terms."

Bian Zhizhi stared at that line of text.

Should she go back?

What should I say?

She deleted the text message, blocked the number, turned off her phone, took out the SIM card, broke it in half, and threw it into the nearby trash can.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

Then she took out the new SIM card that Su Wan had prepared from her bag and put it in.

"The old SIM card was going to be replaced anyway," she said to a somewhat surprised Su Wan. "Only you, my parents, and I know the new number. From today onwards, Bian Zhizhi has severed ties with the past."

"Zhizhi, if you're sad, just cry it out. You don't have to force yourself to be strong with me."

Bian Zhizhi shook her head, forcing a faint smile: "I'm not sad. I'm just... very tired."

tired.

Like a string stretched for too long, it finally snapped, leaving only an empty emptiness and weariness.

A nurse's voice came from the other end of the corridor: "Family member of Bian Wenbai, get ready for the laryngoscopy."

Bian Zhizhi stood up and transformed back into the capable daughter she always was.

"I'm here," she said.

*

On the first day, Wei Zixian did not leave his room.

Breakfast is left outside the door and left untouched at noon.

Several different side dishes were served for lunch.

Butler Li knocked gently on the door: "Young Master, you haven't eaten all day, please have a little something."

It was deathly silent inside.

The plates were still there at dinner time.

Helpless, Butler Li looked at Wei Yanqiu behind him.

Wei Yanqiu waved him away, then stood outside the door for a long time, raising his hand several times as if to knock, then lowering it again.

Finally, she simply said to the door, "Zixian, your sister is outside. Call me anytime you want to talk."

There was still no sound.

As night deepened, the lights in the house went out one by one.

Only the light in Wei Zixian's room remained on.

In the room, Wei Zixian sat on the carpet by the bed, leaning against the edge of the bed.

He didn't turn on the main light, only the bedside reading lamp.

A small patch of dim light shone out, just enough to illuminate what was in his arms.

A beige knitted cardigan.

Branches and twigs.

He had left it in the activity room and intended to give it to her, then take the opportunity to keep her a little longer, as he had done many times before.

The knitted sweater was very soft, and seemed to still retain a faint fragrance from her body.

He buried his face in it and took a deep breath, but the scent seemed even fainter, as faint as his illusion.

There was a painting on the bedside table, a sketch drawn by Bian Zhizhi, depicting him.

In profile, he sits by the window reading a book, sunlight falling on his shoulders.

When did she draw it?

he does not know.

There's a small signature in the bottom right corner of the painting: Branch.

Wei Zixian stared at the painting for a long time.

He reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across his profile on the drawing paper, across the character "branch".

What I touched was the rough surface of the paper, not her warmth.

He suddenly remembered that stormy night when she lay with her back to him, her body stiff, even her breathing was cautious.

He held her in his arms, and she trembled slightly.

She fell asleep, and her body gradually softened.

At that moment, he thought, "That's it."

I'll just hold her like this, it doesn't matter if it's dawn, it doesn't matter if the power comes back on, it doesn't matter if the world is destroyed.

As long as she's there.

But now she's gone.

The phone was right next to me, but the screen was black.

He opened the contact list, and the name "Ms. Bian" was still there. He dialed the number.

The number you dialed is currently switched off.

A mechanical female voice, repeating itself.

He sent a text message: 【Where are you?】

A red exclamation mark appeared before the message, indicating that it failed to be sent.

He paused for a moment, then sent another message: [Answer the phone.]

Red exclamation mark.

Reply to my message.

Red exclamation mark.

[Bian Zhizhi, answer the phone.]

Red exclamation mark.

He kept sending messages, knowing they wouldn't go through, but his fingers mechanically pressed the screen.

Until the phone battery runs out and the screen goes completely dark.

The only light in the room was from the reading lamp and his own breathing.

There was a whistling sound outside the window.

Wei Zixian hugged the cardigan even tighter, curled up, and buried his face in his knees.

This posture reminded him of when he was seven years old, in the cellar.

He cried until he was speechless, shouted until he was hoarse, and in the end, he could only hug himself like this, waiting for rescue that might never come.

At that moment, he thought, "If someone comes to save me, I will definitely..."

What must be?

He forgot.

Too long ago, the writing became blurry and indistinct, like characters soaked in water.

But at this moment, the thought was terrifyingly clear: if she comes back, I will... I will definitely not let her leave again.

He must lock her up, in a place only he knows.

Make sure she sees only him, and that her world consists only of him.

Inside was a swamp, a black hole, and a desire to drag her in and sink with it.

So she left.

Because he scared her.

Wei Zixian raised his head and looked out the window.

The night was thick, and his face was reflected in the glass; he was pale, with sunken eyes, looking like a ghost.

He looked at his reflection in the glass and said very softly:

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, I scared you away."

"But could you... come back?"

no answer.

The wind grew stronger.

Bian Wenbo's biopsy results came out on the morning of the third day.

benign.

When Bian Zhizhi heard those two words in the doctor's office, her legs went weak and she almost couldn't stand up.

Su Wan helped her up and found that her whole body was trembling.

"The mass is a benign polyp, but it is large and located close to the anterior commissure of the vocal cords. Surgery is necessary to prevent malignant transformation and further impact on voice."

Director Chen pointed to the X-ray and explained, "The surgery is scheduled for the morning after tomorrow, and I will be the surgeon. The recovery period after the surgery is three months, during which you must remain completely silent."

The extent to which the voice will recover depends on the recovery process.

As she left the office, Bian Zhizhi leaned against the wall and covered her face with her hands.

"It's alright, Zhizhi, it's alright." Su Wan patted her back. "It's good that it's benign. After the surgery, your uncle will gradually recover."

Bian Zhizhi nodded, but couldn't say anything.

She's been on edge these past few days, and now that she's had a little respite, she finds she can't even relax properly.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from my mother: "Zhizhi, how did it go? Your dad's been so nervous he keeps drinking water."

Bian Zhizhi typed a reply: [Benign, surgery the day after tomorrow, performed by Director Chen. Everything went smoothly.]

Click send.

"You should go back and get some sleep." Su Wan noticed the dark circles under her eyes. "The hospital has caregivers, and I've arranged for someone to help. If you don't rest, you'll be the one collapsing on the day of your uncle's surgery."

"I'm fine."

"You have something to do." Su Wan pulled her outside. "Come on, I'll take you home. Take a hot shower and get a good night's sleep. That's an order."