Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

At three in the morning, Bian Zhizhi was still awake.

She lay on her small bed, feeling its warmth one last time.

My phone vibrated beside my pillow; it was a text message from an unknown number.

"Miss Bian, please be sure to wear pure cotton clothes tomorrow. The young master is sensitive to sharp noises and special materials. Also, please do not wear perfume. — Butler Li"

She stared at the text message for a long time.

She replied with an "okay" and then buried her face in the pillow.

Outside the window, it was almost dawn.

At 7:30, Lin Suxin knocked on the door: "Zhizhi, get up and eat something."

"They're here."

Breakfast consisted of millet porridge, pickled vegetables, and a plate of golden-brown fried eggs.

Bian Zhizhi took two bites and then put down her chopsticks: "Mom, I'm full."

"Eat some more," Lin Suxin said, putting an egg into her bowl.

"You'll be gone for half a year, and you won't be able to eat Mom's cooking anymore."

After these words were spoken, all three fell silent.

"Mom," she mumbled, "don't be stingy, eat and drink what you want. If you don't have enough money, just tell me."

"It's enough, how could it not be enough?" Lin Suxin forced a smile.

"Don't you know how much of what you gave us will be left after paying off the debt? Don't worry."

At 9:00 a.m. the next day, a black van parked downstairs at Bian Zhizhi's house, attracting curious onlookers from the neighbors.

Bian Zhizhi only brought a small suitcase, which contained her usual painting tools, a few professional books, and newly bought pure cotton clothes.

Bian Zhizhi carried her suitcase downstairs and said goodbye to her parents who were standing at the entrance of the building.

"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving. Take care of yourselves."

She tried to smile easily.

Lin Suxin's eyes were red, and she hesitated to speak.

Bian Wenbai simply patted his daughter on the shoulder.

The driver, a middle-aged man, saw Bian Zhizhi and immediately got out of the car to take her suitcase: "Ms. Bian, please."

The car drove away from the ordinary residential area she was familiar with, heading towards the other side of the city, towards the legendary villa area where the powerful and wealthy gathered.

After driving for forty minutes, we entered a villa area.

The closer you get, the quieter the environment becomes, with shady trees and hardly any pedestrians in sight.

The security guard at the entrance saw the license plate and immediately let the car pass.

Finally, the car stopped in front of a wrought iron gate that required electronic identification.

The driver pressed the intercom, and the gate slowly opened.

What first caught Bian Zhizhi's eye was an overly orderly garden, and then the massive modern-style building that resembled a gray fortress.

Wei Residence.

It's less like a home and more like a heavily guarded private domain.

The lines are cold and hard, and the glass curtain wall reflects the light from the sky, carrying an indifferent attitude that keeps people at a distance.

The car stopped in front of the main house, where the middle-aged butler was already waiting.

"Miss Bian, I am the housekeeper here, my surname is Li. Please follow me," said Housekeeper Li.

Bian Zhizhi followed him into the house.

The interior space is extremely spacious, with a high-ceilinged lobby, cool-toned decor, and expensive marble floors, yet it inexplicably gives people a feeling of emptiness and coldness.

The air was eerily quiet; even the sound of footsteps was exceptionally clear.

Occasionally, servants in uniform would pass by, but they would always keep their heads down and walk quietly, like silent shadows.

There's no warmth or everyday life here, only a repressive sense of order.

The second-floor corridor was long, covered with a dark gray carpet, and the doors on both sides were tightly closed.

Butler Li walked to the westernmost door and pushed it open: "This is your room."

The room is very large, at least forty square meters.

A large bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a separate bathroom.

The decor is minimalist, using only black, white, and gray colors, even the bed sheets are dark gray.

The window was large, but the curtains were tightly closed, letting in no light.

The room was exquisitely and comfortably furnished, but like the outside, it lacked a personal touch, resembling a luxury hotel room.

"Miss Bian," Butler Li stood at the door, showing no intention of coming in.

"Your activity area is mainly concentrated in this annex building. Next door are the young master's daily activity room and study. Please rest for a while; Mr. Wei will come to see you shortly."

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Wei Yanqiu walked in. She had changed into a casual pantsuit, but still maintained her air of being in control.

She didn't sit down, but stood in the center of the room, her gaze sweeping over Bian Zhizhi and her simple suitcase.

"Are you familiar with the surroundings now?"

She asked, but she wasn't really concerned.

"Butler Li showed me around for a bit," Bian Zhizhi replied.

"Hmm." Wei Yanqiu walked to the window, looked at the trimmed lawn outside, and said with his back to Bian Zhizhi.

"Now that you've signed the contract, I must reiterate those rules to you."

I've heard the rules once before in the coffee shop, but this time they'll definitely be explained in more detail.

"It's still the same three points. First, you are not allowed to have any physical contact with Zixian."

He is extremely averse to being touched by strangers, and any approach without his permission can trigger intense anxiety and aggressive behavior in him.

Your safety is just as important as his emotional stability.

"Second, you are not allowed to inquire about his past, explore the details of his illness, or discuss him in any setting."

You only need to focus on your area of ​​expertise—healing. Don't ask anything else you shouldn't.

"Third, and most importantly,"

Wei Yanqiu took a few steps closer, looking down at Bian Zhizhi with a warning in his voice.

"Recognize your identity. You are our hired therapist, a professional serving him."

Do your job well, don't overstep your bounds, and don't have any inappropriate thoughts.

The Wei family can give you far more than you imagine, but they can also easily take everything back, including that advance payment, and hold you accountable for breach of contract. Understand?

"I understand, Mr. Wei." Bian Zhizhi nodded.

Every rule here constantly reinforces her identity as a "tool".

Wei Yanqiu seemed quite satisfied with her compliance, and his expression softened slightly.

"Zixian spends most of his time in his own activity room or bedroom."

Butler Li will tell you about his daily routine and preferences.

Your work will officially begin tomorrow morning.

I hope you won't let me down.

After saying that, she didn't linger for another second and turned to leave the room.

The door closed gently, and Bian Zhizhi stood alone in the luxurious room, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.

My palms were damp with a thin layer of sweat from gripping them so tightly.

Do not touch, do not inquire, do not cross over.

What kind of person is Wei Zixian, who needs her healing?

Within this oppressive fortress, how can she use her art to open a tightly closed door to the heart?

After a while, there was another knock on the door; it was Butler Li.

"Miss Bian, excuse me. I need to explain some of the young master's daily habits to you, as this is important for your future work."

"Please speak, Steward Li," Bian Zhizhi said, inviting him in.