Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Apart from that, Wei Yanqiu didn't ask any further details.

She seemed utterly exhausted, or perhaps her brother's calm demeanor offered her some reassurance.

She pulled out the chair next to Wei Zixian and sat down. The servants immediately served her warm porridge and side dishes.

She picked up the spoon slowly, the heavy shadows around her eyes making her look haggard.

Wei Zixian ate very quickly. He could tell that his sister had something to say to Bian Zhizhi alone, but she didn't dare to speak because he was there.

He finished the last bite of his waffle, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up.

"I'm going to the activity room," he said, his gaze sweeping over Bian Zhizhi, pausing for a second, "to wait for you."

Then he turned and left the restaurant, leaving the two people at the table to themselves.

Wei Yanqiu didn't speak immediately. She sipped her porridge, her gaze unfocused.

Bian Zhizhi felt like she was sitting on pins and needles; even the sound of the spoon hitting the rim of the bowl was particularly jarring.

"I heard a brief account of what happened last night from Butler Li," Wei Yanqiu finally spoke again, putting down her spoon, picking up a napkin to wipe her mouth, her movements regaining some of her usual elegance.

That sentence came to an abrupt end.

What did you hear?

I heard she spent the whole night in Wei Zixian's room?

Bian Zhizhi's heart was in her throat.

She tried her best to maintain a calm and composed expression, even though she knew that this pretense might crumble under Wei Yanqiu's gaze.

She could even feel the cold sweat seeping out of her back.

"Mr. Wei, what do you mean?"

Wei Yanqiu clearly didn't expect her to ask a question directly, and paused for a moment while holding the napkin.

She looked up and carefully examined Bian Zhizhi. When she saw Bian Zhizhi's expression, which she tried hard to hide but still looked unnatural, she was stunned for a moment.

She carefully recalled how she usually treated Bian Zhizhi.

Suddenly it dawned on me that I was indeed being too harsh.

Wei Yanqiu lowered his eyes, looked at the remaining food on the plate, and remained silent for half a minute.

When he spoke again, his tone softened, even becoming unusually gentle.

"You've worked hard. Zixian has indeed made progress during this time." She paused, carefully choosing her words. "The annual leave that was supposed to be given to you may not be able to be arranged for the time being. You know Zixian's situation; he can't be separated from his family right now."

She picked up her phone and tapped the screen a few times.

"I'm transferring a special bonus to you. Also, I have a few sets of jewelry that I don't wear often; I'll have Butler Li bring them to you later as an extra thank you for your help during this time."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Bian Zhizhi's phone, which was under the table, emitted a bank transfer notification sound.

The amount is clearly not small.

Bian Zhizhi didn't dare to look at it at all.

The more generous Wei Yanqiu was, the heavier her sense of guilt became.

Wei Yanqiu looked at Bian Zhizhi's face, which had become even more reserved, and saw that she almost dared not look up. He suddenly sighed softly.

She didn't want to add any more burden to this girl who already seemed to be under too much pressure.

She put down her napkin, got up, and picked up her coat draped over the back of the chair.

"Hurry up and go to the activity room, you've kept Zixian waiting."

After she finished speaking, she didn't look at Bian Zhizhi again, turned around and walked straight upstairs. The sound of her high heels gradually faded away and eventually disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Bian Zhizhi sat alone in the restaurant, facing a table full of almost untouched breakfast.

The prize money and jewelry were like a red-hot branding iron, searing into her conscience.

Wei Yanqiu's sudden kindness terrified her more than any previous warnings.

She would rather the other person sternly question her about the details of last night than receive this reward built on lies.

She ate a few bites with little appetite, finding them tasteless and bland.

It wasn't until Butler Li quietly appeared and reminded her that the young master had been waiting in the activity room for a while that she suddenly stood up.

*

Another week of organizing healing logs.

The sky outside the window was overcast, just like Bian Zhizhi's mood.

She sat at the desk in the activity room, staring blankly at the document open on the computer screen.

Writing this week's log was very difficult.

Because she had to conceal it, using carefully chosen words to cover up the facts that had already crossed the line.

Concealing the time alone that Wei Zixian always found excuses to prolong after the healing period ended, concealing the physical contact, and concealing the true situation of the rainy night.

As she typed the words "social progress," images from last night flashed through her mind.

Does that count as socializing?

That's... a morbid form of possessiveness.

Frustrated, she moved the cursor, deleted, and retyped: The patient exhibits stable selective dependence and trust in a specific object.

The cursor blinked at the end of the sentence, and she stopped again.

Before sending it, she stared at the sentence for a full minute, and finally sighed in despair, deleted it, and changed it to a more vague sentence: The patient's mood was generally stable this week, and the cooperation was good.

Stablize?

Cooperate?

Bian Zhizhi smiled bitterly to herself.

He was certainly stable, because all the instability, paranoia, and demands were reserved for her, for those moments of solitude.

He cooperated, of course, because the reward he wanted was an increasingly irresistible closeness from her.

Every word is like a carefully woven lie.

But she had to write, she had to send.

Because Wei Yanqiu can see it, and Dr. Wang can see it.

These records are the only evidence of her "normal relationship" with Wei Zixian.

"Finished writing?"

Wei Zixian's voice came from behind her without warning.

Bian Zhizhi trembled with fright, her elbow slamming against the edge of the table, causing her to gasp in pain.

She almost wanted to raise her hand and close the computer screen, as if it contained some kind of shameful evidence.

But Wei Zixian was faster.

He had somehow gotten behind her, and was now slightly bent over, one hand on the table and the other on the back of her chair, forming a half-encirclement around her.

His gaze went over her shoulder and landed on the document on the screen; he even reached out and pointed to one of the lines.

"Here," he pointed to the line of text, "the patient showed a stronger sense of autonomy, but it's written too vaguely. My sister and Dr. Wang will ask for more specific details."

Bian Zhizhi froze in her chair, her mind blank, and could only blankly ask, "Then... how do you write it?"

Wei Zixian didn't answer, but instead directly grasped the hand that was resting on the mouse.

His warm palm completely enveloped hers, guiding her fingers and the cursor on the screen to decisively delete the vague description.

In that position, he guided her hand and began typing on the keyboard.

He typed very fast, his fingers were long and strong, and when he placed them on her hand, the warmth penetrated her skin and forcefully invaded her senses.

Bian Zhizhi stood frozen, not daring to move an inch.

She could only watch helplessly as the words he dictated and then typed out by their overlapping hands appeared line by line on the document, replacing her original words.

"The patient has begun to actively express personal preferences, such as a preference for soothing classical music and a fondness for specific snacks during afternoon tea." His voice was low and gentle, his breath brushing against her ear.

As Bian Zhizhi stared at those words, her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

It is indeed more specific and more "real".

Because those so-called personal preferences were all things he showed for her, or rather, tendencies that he only revealed in front of her.

He used these realistic details to construct an image of Wei Zixian that met everyone's expectations for improvement.