After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 49

Chen Mo’s words made the expressions of everyone present shift dramatically, creating a scene that was quite entertaining.

It was such a trivial matter—something even the old master of the Yang family had specifically mentioned—so why had it remained unresolved for a year? Of course, it was because they didn’t think it was important enough, they didn’t care, and they had never truly taken it to heart.

Bringing it up now was like a loud slap in the face to every member of the Yang family.

“Xiao Mo.” Zhou Yaoqiong called out softly, her eyes red.

Chen Mo didn’t know what emotions were behind her words, but he still said, “No need to be so nervous. I’m not here to blame anyone. And just like a year ago, I won’t pursue the matter of the dropped lawsuit. Whether you want to reopen the case or handle it in some other way, you can do whatever is convenient for you. I have no objections to you protecting Yang Shule. There’s just one thing—I don’t want my personal life to be exposed again.”

Chen Mo smiled and continued, “After all, pushing things too far will provoke me. And you all know, I have a bad temper.”

Zhou Yaoqiong hesitated before saying, “You misunderstood. Mom isn’t trying to protect anyone, I just…”

“You don’t need to explain to me.” Chen Mo interrupted her, then calmly looked around. “I will take the things that Grandpa left for me. I will visit him during the holidays, but otherwise, I will not come back.”

“Chen Mo.” Yang Zhi stepped forward, grabbing his arm with a frown. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

Chen Mo looked from Yang Zhi’s hand on his arm to his face. “Didn’t I make myself clear, Brother? When I say we’re even, I mean I hope the Yang family treats me as if I never existed. Likewise, I will never fulfill any obligations as a son. I will not take part in any division of the Yang family’s assets, nor will I join the company in the future. And in return, whether I live well or struggle to survive, whether I live or die out there, it will have nothing to do with the Yang family.”

Yang Zhi let go of his arm in a daze.

At that moment, he suddenly felt like he had nowhere to hide under Chen Mo’s direct gaze.

The person standing before him was clearly just a teenager, but he seemed to see right through him—exposing his indifferent nature, his selfishness, and the inexplicable guilt he now felt.

Until Yang Qi’an suddenly slammed a glass down on the coffee table.

“Listen to yourself!”

“And what exactly is wrong with what I said?” Chen Mo remained unbothered. His casual question nearly sent Yang Qi’an into a rage.

Yang Qi’an took two deep breaths before saying, “I don’t agree! I’ll pretend your words today are just youthful ignorance. How will you support yourself if you leave the Yang family?!”

In his previous life, Chen Mo might have really believed that Yang Qi’an was concerned about his well-being.

But now, he was no longer the same person. He simply said, “That’s not something you need to worry about. I survived just fine without the Yang family for more than ten years. And don’t worry, as long as no one in this room says anything, no one outside will know that I left the Yang family.”

Yang Qi’an had always cared deeply about his reputation. When the baby-switching scandal first broke out, he had insisted on keeping Yang Shule by his side, fearing that outsiders would accuse him of mistreating his biological son. At this moment, he would never allow rumors to spread that he had forced his own son out of the house. The Yang Group could not withstand another public relations disaster.

Chen Mo emphasized, “I’m leaving this bit of dignity for the Yang family. As long as Grandpa is alive, I don’t want to hurt his feelings too much.”

Yang Qi’an stared at him for a long moment.

Then, he suddenly pointed at Yang Shule and asked, “If we send him away, will you stop making trouble?”

“Dad!” Yang Shule was so shocked that he was speechless.

His face was filled with disbelief.

Chen Mo was also momentarily stunned before suddenly bursting into laughter. At first, it was just a light chuckle, but soon, he was laughing so hard he nearly lost his balance.

In his previous life, he had always thought that although the Yang family was full of hypocrisy, they had at least been unwavering in their favoritism toward Yang Shule. Their love and partiality for him had seemed firm and unshakable.

But now, he saw the truth—when forced to choose between two evils, they would always pick the lesser one. As long as they could maintain their high moral ground, they didn’t care if they had to sacrifice Yang Shule.

Yang Shule was clearly stunned by this sudden turn of events.

He stood frozen in place, unable to react.

Chen Mo’s patience had run out.

He didn’t want to waste any more time.

He stood up and said, “That’s all I have to say. Dad, if you agree, I’ll still call you ‘Dad’ when we meet outside—it’ll make you look good, and it’ll save me some trouble. If you don’t agree, that’s fine too. I’m the last person afraid of burning bridges. I mean what I say, and I can follow through on it.”

After finishing his piece, Chen Mo turned and walked toward the door.

In the silence, he stepped over the broken glass and porcelain shards on the floor, walking away without looking back.

From the moment he entered to the moment he left, Chen Mo hadn’t done anything dramatic.

But he had personally severed the ties to the past seventeen years of his life.

It was now a fact that Chen Jianli and Li Yunru would soon be sent to prison.

The Yang family behind him—whether the company or the family itself—was full of cracks, only growing wider and more visible. Whether they would patch things up or let it all fall apart, Chen Mo had no interest in staying to watch.

The first thing he saw when he stepped outside was the car that had brought him here.

It was still parked in the same spot.

The person who should have been inside was now leaning against the car, one leg crossed over the other, glancing at the watch on his wrist as if counting the minutes.

“How long was I in there?” Chen Mo asked as he approached.

Xi Siyan straightened up and replied, “Twenty-one minutes and thirty-seven seconds.”

“So precise?”

Xi Siyan studied his face, as if trying to analyze something from it, then nodded. “Yeah. Is it settled?”

Chen Mo walked around the open car door, bent down to get in, then paused and said, “Almost. But for now, the only person I need to deal with is myself—I can’t be bothered with anyone else.”

At that moment, a voice called out from not far from the car, “Wait a minute!”

Chen Mo paused, withdrawing his foot just before stepping inside, and looked toward Yang Shule, who had appeared in front of the car.

He raised an eyebrow at Xi Siyan and said, “Look, someone else is coming.”

Xi Siyan glanced back, frowned slightly, and calmly shut the car door again.

“Chen Mo.” Yang Shule stepped forward.

Chen Mo looked at him and asked, “What do you want?”

Yang Shule’s expression was strained. “Why did you do this?”

Chen Mo tilted his head slightly, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Yang Shule’s voice was full of suppressed emotion. “Why do you have to cut ties with the Yang family so completely? You already moved out and lived on campus, didn’t you? Why did you have to take it this far?” His gaze was filled with unwillingness and resentment. “Was it just to make my parents and my eldest brother feel guilty? Well, congratulations, you won. I’m just a parasite living off the Yang family. They call me an adopted son, but I know very well that nothing can go back to the way it was. Everything is ruined now.”

Chen Mo could barely muster the energy to respond.

He had already seen through Yang Shule. Despite his cleverness, he was filled with deep-seated inferiority and paranoia. Whenever something happened, his first instinct was to blame others instead of looking at himself.

Chen Mo rested one hand on the roof of the car and studied him for a long moment.

Finally, he decided to spell it out clearly. “Yang Shule, why don’t you stop and think—are you in this situation because of me or because of yourself? Did I make you break off with your friends? Did I force you to leave the experimental class? Did I make you associate with Chen Jianli, or did I make you reach out to the reporters?”

Yang Shule’s lips twitched. He sneered. “You can stand high and judge me now, of course.”

“Alright.” Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. “Then I won’t waste any more time talking to you.”

“Stop right there!”

Yang Shule reached out as if to grab him.

Xi Siyan, who had been standing by silently, finally intervened. He opened the car door and motioned toward Chen Mo. “Get in first.”

Chen Mo glanced between him and Yang Shule before following his advice and stepping inside the car.

The soundproofing of the vehicle was excellent. Chen Mo could barely hear anything from outside. Through the window, he could see Yang Shule’s lips moving and his eyes gradually turning red.

“I knew it! You’ve liked him all along, haven’t you?” Yang Shule glanced bitterly at the closed car door, then recalled the two voice messages from Xi Siyan on his phone. With the trust of the Yang family slipping away from him, his resentment surged. “This is the Yang family! No matter what, Chen Mo is their real son! Now everyone in the Yang family wants him back instead of me. Are you so concerned about him that you have to personally escort him here?”

Xi Siyan’s gaze was ice-cold. “Are you done?”

“No!” Yang Shule’s voice was almost hysterical. “I liked you first—why?!”

Xi Siyan replied indifferently, “I don’t think I owe you an explanation.”

“Then why are you still standing here, listening to me?”

Xi Siyan took two steps forward. In front of Yang Shule’s suddenly widening eyes, he bent down slightly and spoke slowly and deliberately. “I’ll say this once—just once. Stay away from him.”

Yang Shule’s expression darkened.

Yet before he could respond, Xi Siyan straightened up and continued with eerie calmness, “You probably think today is the worst, most miserable day of your life. Since Chen Mo has left the Yang family, I hope he can have peace until the college entrance exam is over. You should understand what I mean. There are worse days than this. It all depends on your choices.”

His words weren’t an outright threat, yet every syllable carried a weight of warning.

Not a single word was about taking sides, yet every word was biased.

Yang Shule was stunned, realizing just how much Xi Siyan had changed.

The young man, tall and composed, had a gaze like an unshaken sea—but that sea was reflecting the shadow of another person. The realization sent a chill down Yang Shule’s spine.

His fear was palpable, but in the next moment, his expression twisted into a bitter, almost manic laugh.

His words were venomous.

“Xi Siyan, I curse the person you love to die alone—homeless, abandoned, with no one to rely on! Who can predict the future? Let’s wait and see!”

The words sounded like the desperate rant of a defeated man, yet for some reason, they struck Xi Siyan like a physical blow.

His entire body tensed for a moment, his eyes instantly darkening.

7:00 PM.

The Maybach stopped outside a residential complex about a kilometer from the school.

Chen Mo had originally scheduled a house viewing, but since it was late, he could only pick up the key from the security guard and check it out himself.

“Do you want to come with me?” Chen Mo asked before getting out.

When they had left the Yang family, Chen Mo didn’t know what had been said between Xi Siyan and Yang Shule, but he could tell that Xi Siyan was in a bad mood. Meanwhile, Yang Shule had looked absolutely terrified.

When Chen Mo asked about it, Xi Siyan only dismissed it with a simple “It’s nothing.”

Nothing? Then why did Yang Shule look like he had seen a ghost?

Xi Siyan glanced out the window before opening the door. “Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?” Chen Mo walked around to his side and said, “I chose this place because it’s close to the school. The complex is pretty old, and the environment isn’t great. Just look—half the streetlights are broken. It’s practically pitch black.”

While chatting, Chen Mo was also searching for the unit number.

After walking less than fifty meters inside the community, they found the right building.

It was on the fifth floor—with no elevator.

Climbing up the narrow stairwell, Chen Mo reminded, “Watch your step.”

“Yeah.” Xi Siyan’s voice was deep, carrying a trace of dissatisfaction.

Especially when they reached the fifth floor.

Just as they arrived at the door, the unit next door suddenly opened.

A shirtless, middle-aged man with greasy hair and a beer bottle in hand staggered out. He was clearly drunk. His gaze swept over Chen Mo, and his tone was casual, if not entirely decent. “Hey, kid, you renting? I got an extra room available in my place. Wanna take it?”

Chen Mo felt a headache coming on.

Kid? He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, but since he was wearing a sweatshirt today, he probably looked a little thinner than usual.

Before he could respond—

A cold, firm voice cut in.

“Get lost.”

The words were sharp and final.