Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi was absent-minded, and the weariness in her eyes was growing stronger every day. He noticed the complex look in her eyes when she occasionally glanced at him, a look that was almost tearful.

He initially thought it was because Butler Li had informed him in advance about the Wei family's annual meeting.

His loss of control during their last trip to the movie theater clearly frightened her, causing her a lot of stress and trauma.

This time, he needed to attend a more formal occasion with more people, and she was worried that he would lose control again and that she wouldn't be able to explain it to her sister. It's understandable that she was worried all day long.

But Bian Zhizhi's condition seems to indicate more than just worry.

That's more like a self-destructive kind of pain.

Sometimes in the activity room, she would stare blankly at the black pine tree outside the window for a long time, completely unaware that he was walking up to her.

When you hand her a water glass or a paintbrush, she's a beat slow to react.

On one occasion, while organizing her healing materials, her fingers unconsciously curled up and trembled slightly.

Wei Zixian had never learned how to comfort others or how to provide emotional support.

He is the young master of the Wei family, born at the top of the pyramid. In his mind, the world should revolve around his needs and will.

Emotions are tools, means to control others and achieve goals, not gifts to comfort others.

He was used to taking, commanding, and controlling, but he had never learned how to give when he saw someone show such an expression because of him.

But looking at Bian Zhizhi like this, a strange impulse arose in his long-dormant heart.

He didn't quite understand what it was, but he vaguely felt that she shouldn't be so gloomy and tormented.

If his improvement and his cooperation can ease her brow and dispel some of the gloom that shrouds her, then perhaps he could try another approach.

A way of doing things that is not so in line with his usual identity and logic.

One afternoon, after the usual music listening time, Bian Zhizhi stared blankly at the gloomy sky outside the window.

Wei Zixian put down the book in his hand, got up, and sat down on the carpet next to her. He did not, as usual, directly hold her hand or pull her into his arms without explanation.

He sat silently beside her, keeping a slight distance, only looking at her profile.

After a moment, he spoke, "I'll go to the annual meeting."

Startled by his voice, Bian Zhizhi turned around to look at him hastily, her eyes still filled with lingering confusion.

"I will try my best," he continued, looking at her with his gaze fixed on her pale face, speaking slowly and deliberately, "It won't be like last time at the movie theater."

He paused, seemingly considering more suitable words, which was somewhat difficult for someone like him who wasn't good at expressing himself:

"You've been doing well lately. I can feel it."

"So don't worry. I can make it through two hours."

Bian Zhizhi was stunned. Looking at his rare expression of seriousness and comfort, and at how he was trying to put his mind at ease, her nose suddenly stung, her eyes instantly welled up, and her vision blurred.

She hurriedly lowered her head to hide the sudden tears welling up in her eyes, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, and nodded haphazardly.

As Wei Zixian watched her head quickly lower, her reddened eyes and drooping neck, the unfamiliar impulse in his heart became clearer.

He could have taken the opportunity to ask for a reward, just like he always had, using demands to bind her and deepen their connection.

But when he saw her slightly trembling shoulders, he swallowed the words back down.

She looked exhausted, like a string stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

He didn't want to escalate the situation at this point.

In the end, he simply said, "There will be a surprise then."

He paused for a moment, as if considering whether to continue, but finally added, "You'll be happy."

Bian Zhizhi didn't know what the "surprise" he was talking about was, nor did she care to guess.

The pressure and fear of the unknown have taken over most of her mind.

She simply responded with a soft "hmm".

Her heart felt heavy; she felt more apprehensive than expectant of the surprise.

*

On the night of the annual meeting, the main building of the Wei residence was brightly lit, unlike its usual quiet and solemn atmosphere, as if it were daytime.

Bian Zhizhi, wearing the dress that Wei Yanqiu had prepared for her in advance, stayed by Wei Zixian's side, her hand always resting lightly on his arm.

Wei Zixian wore a tailor-made black evening suit, his posture was upright, and his face was handsome to the point of being sharp under the lights, but covered with a layer of indifferent frost that kept strangers away.

Following the pre-arranged procedure communicated by Butler Li, he appeared at the main entrance of the banquet hall at the scheduled time, where Wei Yanqiu personally led him to several important shareholders and family friends who had been waiting for him.

Bian Zhizhi's heart was in her throat, pounding with every step he took.

She kept reciting the prepared social prompts in her mind, her eyes scanning the crowd that was gradually gathering around her with vigilance.

However, to everyone's surprise, Wei Zixian's performance was remarkably consistent.

He didn't speak first, and for most greetings, he simply nodded slightly and looked at the other person calmly, which was much better than completely ignoring them or looking away directly in the past.

When an elder surnamed Liu, who had cooperated with the Wei family for many years and watched Wei Zixian grow up, smiled and patted Wei Yanqiu on the shoulder, then looked at Wei Zixian and said kindly:

"Zixian looks much better. Young people should get out and about more."

Wei Zixian's gaze lingered on the other person's face for two seconds, then he surprisingly nodded and replied:

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

In that instant, Bian Zhizhi felt the muscles in her arm suddenly tense to the extreme, and then slowly relax.

Around her, several elders showed undisguised surprise on their faces, which then turned into even warmer smiles as they all looked at Wei Yanqiu.

Wei Yanqiu's polite smile deepened.

Others who had only come to greet him out of politeness also tentatively stepped forward upon seeing this.

A female director with a significant working relationship with the Wei family smiled and praised the venue's design and floral arrangements for the evening.

Wei Zixian glanced at the lily arrangement in the direction she was pointing, and then nodded again.

Although she still didn't speak, this clear response was enough to make the female director feel flattered, and she repeatedly said, "I'm glad Zixian likes it too."

He even took a brief moment to turn his head slightly and say something to the waiter standing nearby:

"Change to a glass of soda."

Because the glass of champagne he was holding, meant for the occasion, remained untouched from beginning to end.

Although these interactions were brief, they were already groundbreaking progress in the eyes of those who knew Wei Zixian's situation!