Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Butler Li stood at the door, not taking another step inside.

"There are a few rules I need to emphasize to you again."

"Please speak."

"Your activity area is mainly the common areas of the annex and your own room."

Please do not visit other furnishings and rooms in the main building without permission, especially the east-facing area on the second floor where the young master resides.

Bian Zhizhi nodded.

"Secondly, let me remind you again to keep in mind the three ironclad rules of the young lady: no physical contact, no inquiring about the past, and no overstepping your status."

The young master prefers quiet and dislikes sharp noises and sudden disturbances. Please be sure to keep this in mind.

"I see."

"Young Master's schedule is very fixed. He gets up at seven in the morning, has breakfast at seven-thirty, enters the activity room at eight, has lunch at noon, takes a nap at one in the afternoon, continues activities at three, has dinner at six, and goes to bed at nine in the evening."

This is his schedule, and it's also your schedule. Please adhere to it strictly.

"One last thing," Butler Li's voice suddenly became even lower.

"If the young master becomes emotionally unstable, please leave the scene immediately. Do not try to appease him or linger."

Press the red button on the wall and we'll come and take care of it.

Bian Zhizhi's heart tightened: "Out of control of emotions?"

"Yes." Butler Li's expression remained unchanged. "Young Master is extremely averse to strangers."

Although the young lady has hired you, you are still a stranger.

Please remember that your safety is the most important thing.

These words sent a chill down Bian Zhizhi's spine.

She remembered the "tenfold penalty for breach of contract" clause in the contract and suddenly realized that the risks of this job went far beyond money.

"I understand, thank you, Butler Li."

He bowed slightly, preparing to leave.

"Butler Li," Bian Zhizhi called out to him, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Please speak."

"Young Master... what do you usually like?"

Butler Li was silent for two seconds: "Miss Bian, you should remember the rules."

"It's not the past," Bian Zhizhi quickly explained.

"I mean right now, his preferences. Like colors, music, food... these are very important for healing."

Butler Li's expression softened somewhat: "He likes blue and white. He enjoys listening to classical music, especially Debussy."

As for the food, we only eat a few fixed dishes, which the chef will prepare.

He doesn't like people staring at him, nor does he like people speaking loudly in his presence.

Bian Zhizhi nodded.

After Butler Li left, Bian Zhizhi opened her suitcase and took out her belongings one by one.

Paintbrushes, paints, a few psychology books, and an old photo frame.

The photo in the frame is one she took in Central Park, New York. The sun is shining brightly, and she is smiling happily.

She placed the photo frame on the desk; it was the only thing in the room with a bit of color.

Then she saw the red button.

It was installed on the wall above the bed, blending in with the gray wall, and could not be noticed unless you looked closely.

Bian Zhizhi walked over, her fingertip hovering above the button, but she didn't press it.

She knew that the moment she pressed the button, the alarm would go off and the entire house would go on high alert.

At 10:50, there was a knock on the door.

Bian Zhizhi thought it was Wei Yanqiu and immediately stood up to straighten her clothes.

But when the door was opened, a young girl stood outside, dressed in a maid's uniform, holding a tray in her hand.

"Miss Bian, here's your tea." The girl's voice was soft. "The young lady ordered it."

On the tray was a pot of black tea, accompanied by delicate pastries.

Bian Zhizhi accepted it: "Thank you."

The girl didn't leave. She kept her head down and clasped her hands in front of her, as if she was hesitating about something.

"Is there anything else?" Bian Zhizhi asked.

"Miss Bian," the girl looked up, her large eyes filled with nervousness, "Are you... are you really going to perform healing on the young master?"

Bian Zhizhi was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," the girl quickly lowered her head again.

"It's just... the young master is very difficult to approach. We've consulted several experts before, but none of them... stayed for a full month."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"Thanks for the reminder," Bian Zhizhi said. "I'll be careful."

The girl bowed slightly and quickly left.

She walked almost silently, as if she were floating by.

Bian Zhizhi closed the door and poured herself a cup of black tea.

The tea has a wonderful aroma; it's a top-quality Darjeeling.

She took a sip, only to find her hands trembling.

We've invited several experts before, but none of them stayed for a full month.

Was it because Wei Zixian was too serious, or because the rules of this house were too strict?

At six o'clock in the evening, Butler Li knocked on the door.

"Miss Bian, it's time for dinner. You can dine in your room or go to the restaurant in the annex."

"What's the difference?"

"There are other people in the restaurant," said Butler Li.

"I'm going to the restaurant," she said.

She wanted to see what the people in this house were like.

The restaurant is located on the first floor of the annex building. It's not large, but it's exquisitely decorated.

The long dining table was occupied by only a few servants.

When they saw Bian Zhizhi come in, they were all stunned for a moment, then lowered their heads and continued eating without saying a word.

Bian Zhizhi picked up her tray and found a corner seat.

The meal was plentiful, but she had no appetite.

She noticed that the servants ate very quietly, without talking, without eye contact, and even deliberately kept the sound of their cutlery clinking to a minimum.

Bian Zhizhi suddenly remembered that autistic children ate like this at a volunteer organization in New York.

They are immersed in their own world and extremely sensitive to external noise.

It seems that the rules of this house were all established around Wei Zixian.

He prefers quiet, so the whole house must be quiet.

He was afraid of sharp noises, so everyone had to move very quietly.

He doesn't socialize, so there are almost no interpersonal relationships here.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the entire house fell into dead silence.

Bian Zhizhi lay in bed, listening to her own heartbeat.

The sound was like drumming. She thought of Wei Zixian's daily routine:

He goes to bed at nine o'clock at night. He should be asleep by now.

But she wasn't sleepy.

She got up, walked to the window, and gently opened it a crack.

The curtains on the east window remained tightly closed, and there was no light.

That night, Bian Zhizhi slept very lightly.

She had a dream in which a boy was painting a blue sea.

She walked over, trying to see his face clearly, but the boy suddenly screamed, his voice as sharp as shattered glass.

She woke up with a start, covered in a cold sweat.

It was just getting light outside. She glanced at her phone; it was exactly six o'clock.

There was still an hour before Wei Zixian got up.

At 6:30 a.m., Bian Zhizhi had already finished washing up.

In the mirror, she was wearing soft, off-white cotton clothes, looking like a harmless rabbit.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the uneasy feeling welling up in her chest.

"Just ordinary work, Bian Zhizhi."

She told herself, "A special patient, a demanding employer, and a high-paying job."

She kept pondering the word "rules".