Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

"I saw it," Wei Yanqiu added, her tone eerily calm. "I saw you two...kissing."

"Then...then why didn't you..." Bian Zhizhi's voice trembled uncontrollably, broken and fragmented, "Why didn't you stop it then? Why didn't you fire me immediately? Why...why did you treat me like this..."

Why are you still going to treat me so well?

Give me a bonus, care about me, trust me?

This caused her more pain and torment than any direct punishment.

Wei Yanqiu gently shook his head, shifting his gaze from Bian Zhizhi's face to the twilight sky outside the window. His eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if recalling the heartbreaking scene from that night, or perhaps trying to escape the almost overflowing shock in Bian Zhizhi's eyes.

"I don't know either," she murmured, her voice low, as if she were answering her own question. "I really... don't know."

She remained silent for a long time, until the sky outside the window darkened even further.

Wei Yanqiu turned back and looked at Bian Zhizhi again, her eyes showing confusion for the first time, her tough exterior as a businesswoman gone.

"I just felt that when I saw that scene, besides anger, I had a very strange feeling."

"Zixian, he..." Wei Yanqiu's voice lowered, "is not like the brother I know who is indifferent to everything. He seems... to have come back to life."

Bian Zhizhi's tears rolled down her cheeks without warning, dripping onto the carpet.

She never expected to hear such words.

"He's become...like a human being. He has such strong emotions, things he wants to hold onto tightly, and that kind of...light and warmth I haven't seen in his eyes for a very long time."

Wei Yanqiu's fingertips tapped the table. "Sometimes, these past few months, watching him by your side, seeing his reactions to your words, the changes in his eyes because of your actions, I even feel a little... envious of you."

Bian Zhizhi's tears flowed even more fiercely. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out loud, but her shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Wei Yanqiu ignored her tears, or rather, she was so absorbed in her own thoughts and memories that she had no time to care about the feelings of others.

Those long-suppressed memories and emotions have finally found a listener who can understand them, and they desperately need an outlet.

"Why do you think Zixian... has become like this?" Wei Yanqiu suddenly asked, her voice ethereal, her gaze drifting into the distance. "Is it just because I'm too controlling?"

Bian Zhizhi shook her head, tears blurring her vision.

Wei Yanqiu gave a bleak smile, a smile filled with bitterness and the pain of memories.

"Zixian... wasn't born this silent and resistant to the outside world. Before he was seven, he was a very lively child, even more so than Lu Fangchi, who's always jumping around now. He had a sweet tongue, loved to laugh, and was the joy of the whole family."

"When he was seven, at the old house..." Wei Yanqiu closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his eyes red-rimmed. "It was purely an accident. A careless servant locked him in the cellar. He was trapped inside... for a full five hours. By the time we finally found him and broke down the door..."

Her voice choked, and she paused for a long while before finally managing to continue:

"My usually lively and cheerful little brother was curled up in the darkest corner, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, his little face pale, and his eyes empty like a rag doll whose soul had been taken away. No matter who called him, hugged him, or spoke to him, he did not respond, he just kept trembling."

"Since then, he has been afraid of the dark, afraid of thunder, afraid of any enclosed and dark space, and has become taciturn. He has seen countless psychologists and was diagnosed with severe post-traumatic stress disorder, accompanied by agoraphobia. My parents were heartbroken and completely renovated the house when they came back. All the electrical circuits have double or even triple protection, and Zixian's room is specially designed to ensure that he will never be in complete darkness under any circumstances. We are taking great care of him."

"He reluctantly went to school, but only talked to Lu Fangchi, who he had grown up with. Lu Fangchi... was the only friend who didn't treat him like a weirdo and was genuinely kind to him. Zixian transferred schools several times due to psychological evaluation and special care, and Lu Fangchi made a fuss with his family to transfer him to the same school and the same class as him."

"At school, Zixian didn't interact with anyone else, only paying attention to Lu Fangchi. Those naughty and malicious classmates thought he was aloof and eccentric, easy to bully, so they wanted to tease him, to force him to speak, and to see him make a fool of himself."

Wei Yanqiu's tone gradually turned cold, filled with suppressed hatred.

"Lu Fangchi's family has a strong background, and no one dares to openly provoke him. He became Zixian's shield, protecting him at all times. But there are times when the shield is no longer there. Going to the restroom, being called to the teacher's office, being divided into groups in PE class... all those little squabbles, pushing and shoving, tearing up a notebook, stuffing disgusting things into his desk, Zixian silently endured them, cleaned his clothes, bought new notebooks, and threw away the dirty things. He didn't want Lu Fangchi to always stand up for him, cause trouble, and make things difficult for the Lu family."

"But Lu Fangchi is fiercely protective of his own. Even if Zixian doesn't say anything, he can tell from Zixian's expression or the mess on his desk, and then he'll find an opportunity to beat those people up and warn them to stay away from Wei Zixian."

"Lu Fangchi was whipped with a belt and put in solitary confinement by his father, who ordered him to behave himself at school because many families had business dealings with the Lu family. But Lu Fangchi was unruly; every time his father beat him, he would retaliate by beating those people up again and saying even harsher things. Later, the Lu family probably got tired of it and stopped caring, as long as nothing serious happened. After the Wei family found out, they also stepped in and severely reprimanded the parents of those children. On the surface, those children behaved themselves."

Wei Yanqiu's breathing became rapid, his fingers clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white, as if he had returned to those days of anxiety and fear.

"When Lu Fangchi was eighteen, his family forced him to go abroad as an exchange student for a year, saying it was to broaden his horizons and prepare him to take over the family business in the future. Lu Fangchi refused no matter what, cried his heart out, and even knelt down to his father, begging him to take Zixian with him, saying that the Wei family could pay for the expenses, or he could stay."

"How could that be? Putting aside the fact that the procedures and Zixian's condition were not suitable for long-distance travel and drastic changes in environment, the Lu family would never allow their only son to give up important arrangements to take care of a friend. In the end... Lu Fangchi was kidnapped onto the plane overnight by his father and bodyguards."

"Before leaving, with red eyes, he promised Zixian that he would come back as soon as possible, and told him to take good care of himself and call immediately if anything happened. Zixian... Zixian seemed very calm at the time, and even comforted him, saying, 'Fang Chi, go ahead. I will take good care of myself, everything will be alright.'"