Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

She couldn't let it continue.

So she became more cautious.

When she speaks, she deliberately leans back to create more distance between them.

When handing something to him, hold it by the edge with your fingertips to make sure it doesn't touch his skin.

Eye contact should be kept to within three seconds, and the smile should be devoid of any extra warmth.

She repackaged herself as a perfect healing tool.

But Wei Zixian...

Wei Zixian's reaction was completely unexpected.

He didn't back down because of her distance; on the contrary... he seemed to be quietly approaching her.

His gaze lingered on her for noticeably longer.

He would notice when she coughed lightly due to the aftereffects of a cold.

His gaze followed her as she raised her hand to cover her lips, and he only slowly looked away when she lowered her hand.

The water glass beside her was empty. He didn't say anything, but he kept staring at the empty glass until she had to get up to refill it.

As she stood up, he could feel his body leaning slightly forward.

It wasn't a noticeable movement, just a change in the angle of his shoulders, as if he were ready to stand up with her at any moment.

Others might not notice, but Bian Zhizhi is a professional; she is very familiar with body language.

That's why she felt terrified.

On the afternoon of the third day, this balance was broken.

When the door to the activity room was knocked, Bian Zhizhi was guiding Wei Zixian in a word association exercise.

Bian Zhizhi waited for him to say the relevant words.

Wei Zixian remained silent for a few seconds, his lips moved slightly, and he was about to speak.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Bian Zhizhi's words stuck in her throat.

Wei Zixian's attention was drawn to the door, and he frowned slightly, as if he was displeased at being disturbed.

"Please come in," Bian Zhizhi said loudly.

The door opened.

Butler Li stood at the door, first bowing to Wei Zixian, then turning to Bian Zhizhi.

The indoor light shone in from behind him, making his face half-lit and half-shadowed, obscuring his expression.

"Miss Bian, the eldest young lady requests your presence in the study now."

Upon hearing this, Bian Zhizhi felt her heart skip a beat.

It's time to come, it's coming.

She took a deep breath and forced a smile onto her face.

"Young master, please read for a while. I'll be right back."

Wei Zixian looked up at her.

He didn't speak, but just looked at her with a stubborn gaze, as if waiting for a more definite guarantee from her.

"It'll be really fast," Bian Zhizhi added, her smile deepening as she tried to make it seem more believable. "I promise."

Wei Zixian looked at her for a few seconds, and finally nodded.

Bian Zhizhi turned around and followed Butler Li out of the activity room.

The moment the door closed behind her, she felt as if she had been dragged out of a relatively safe cocoon and exposed to an air full of scrutiny.

The corridor is very long.

The dark carpet absorbed the sound of her footsteps, leaving only her own increasingly loud heartbeat, pounding in her eardrums.

Her palms started to sweat, and the damp, cold touch made her subconsciously wipe them on the seam of her pants.

Butler Li walked half a step ahead of her at an angle. He didn't turn around or say anything.

This silence is more suffocating than any questioning.

Bian Zhizhi's mind raced.

Movie tickets.

Lu Fangchi's joke.

The changes in Wei Zixian over the past few days.

Wei Yanqiu's eyes seemed to see right through everything...

There was nothing she didn't know.

The study door was ajar.

Butler Li stopped in front of the door, stepped aside to gesture for Bian Zhizhi to go in, and stayed outside himself.

Bian Zhizhi took a deep breath, raised her hand, and knocked three times on the door with her fingers.

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

Bian Zhizhi pushed the door open and went in.

The study was large, but the lighting was deliberately dimmed.

The deep red curtains were half-drawn, blocking out the overly bright afternoon sunlight.

The only light source came from the vintage green glass table lamp on the desk, the light beamed into a single beam by the lampshade, precisely illuminating the large ebony desk and the woman behind it.

Wei Yanqiu sat in a leather chair, looking down at a document.

Hearing footsteps, she didn't look up immediately. Instead, she signed her name at the end of the document before putting down the pen and slowly raising her eyes.

"President Wei." Bian Zhizhi stood about two meters in front of the desk, her head slightly bowed.

She felt her back straight, almost stiff.

"Sit down." Wei Yanqiu pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

Bian Zhizhi sat down as instructed.

The chair is made of genuine leather, and it makes a slight creaking sound when you sit on it; the surface is cold.

She placed her hands on her knees, her fingers unconsciously twisting together.

Wei Yanqiu leaned back in his chair and placed his hands on the table with his arms crossed.

"Miss Bian," she began, each word exuding the oppressive aura of a superior.

"I heard that Lu Fangchi gave Zixian two movie tickets."

coming.

Bian Zhizhi forced herself to meet Wei Yanqiu's gaze, trying her best to maintain a semblance of dignity on her face.

"Yes, Mr. Wei. Mr. Lu... was probably joking."

"A joke?" Wei Yanqiu raised an eyebrow very slightly.

"Lu Fangchi may seem unserious, but he's not simple-minded."

She leaned forward slightly, rested her elbows on the table, and interlaced her fingers to support her chin. She changed her questioning style.

"What was Zixian's reaction when he handed over the tickets?"

Bian Zhizhi felt pressure coming from all directions.

The study was quiet; she could hear the sound of her own blood flowing.

She carefully considered her words, going over each one in her mind twice before uttering them.

"Young Master... hasn't explicitly stated that he wants to go, but he hasn't immediately refused either. He might need some time... to process this idea."

"Digestion?" Wei Yanqiu repeated the word, his eyes deepening.

"Miss Bian, do you think that sending Zixian to a place like a movie theater is a good environment for him to 'digest' his emotions?"

Bian Zhizhi felt that a small patch of cold sweat had soaked the back of her shirt, sticking stickily to her skin.

She couldn't say it was a good idea against her conscience, but she also couldn't completely deny it.

She chose the most cautious answer.

"From the perspective of progressive exposure therapy, gradually exposing oneself to the external environment does indeed help with desensitization."

However, the environment in movie theaters is quite stimulating, requiring thorough planning and preparation.

She relinquished the decision-making power to the other party, while emphasizing the professionalism of the "treatment".

Wei Yanqiu remained silent for a moment.

The only sound in the study was the soft hum of the lamp bulb.

"Lu Fangchi suggests you go with him."

Wei Yanqiu suddenly spoke, his gaze fixed on Bian Zhizhi's face like a nail, "What do you think?"

Bian Zhizhi's heart almost stopped beating.

She met Wei Yanqiu's gaze, trying her best to keep her voice calm.

"It depends on your arrangements and the young master's wishes."

As a therapist, my duty is to assist the young master in achieving his treatment goals.

If going out for contact is part of the plan, I will do my best to provide support and protection.