After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 62

In the afternoon, there weren’t many people in Q University’s Big Data Intelligence Laboratory.

That day, a freshman girl had been scolded to tears by her supervisor for an error in her experimental data. She was flustered and confused, only realizing when she got back to her dorm that she had forgotten to lock the lab door.

Panic surged through her.

She rushed back immediately.

The laboratory stored experimental data from Q University’s collaborations with several off-campus tech companies. If anything went missing… she didn’t even dare to think about the consequences.

Just the thought of it made her legs tremble, her face pale.

Her senior brother called her on the way.

Not because the unlocked door had been discovered, but because she hadn’t turned in an assignment on time.

The girl was momentarily relieved but still felt overwhelmed. Everything was piling up all at once.

When she reached the laboratory, she froze in place.

Oh no. There’s someone inside.

She pushed the door open nervously and saw a man standing by the window, flipping through data samples.

His back was to her. He was tall, with jet-black hair and a lean but not frail frame. The long white lab coat he wore gave him an air of refined elegance.

“Hello?” she called out cautiously.

Because the man was wearing a lab coat, she didn’t immediately suspect he was stealing data.

The person inside turned around upon hearing her voice.

And at that moment, the girl had only one thought—

So handsome.

He wasn’t the kind of strikingly beautiful man that made people gasp at first sight. But his silver-gray glasses, the way his ivory-white fingers rested on the data book, and his aura—cold and distant—made him stand out.

Yet when he spoke, his voice was low and calm, softening the chill in his demeanor.

“I came in because the door was left open,” he explained. “I was here to retrieve some materials. I already informed the lab supervisor beforehand—I’ll be leaving soon.”

The girl hesitated, then asked, “Are you from our school too?”

The man glanced at her and smiled slightly. “Freshman?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, her heart beating a little faster. “I was the last to leave today. I was supposed to lock the door, but I… forgot.”

The scolding she expected never came.

Instead, the man simply saw through her guilt and said in a natural, casual tone, “I don’t make a habit of reporting people, don’t worry. But a lot of the experimental data here is confidential. Be more careful next time.”

“…Thank you, senior.”

Her face flushed red, and the emotional breakdown she’d had just ten minutes ago had mostly faded away.

When the girl left the lab, she floated all the way back to the dormitory in a daze.

If the entire conversation hadn’t still been fresh in her mind, she would have thought she’d imagined it.

Then another thought hit her—

Who is he?

He seemed to be in the Intelligent Data program.

But school had started half a year ago, and she had never heard of such a prominent senior before. Someone that outstanding should have been famous long ago.

When she returned to the dorm, her roommates noticed she was distracted.

After some prying, they found out she had fallen in love at first sight.

After further questioning, analysis, and searching through student records—

They pinpointed a single name.

One of her roommates pointed at a profile photo on the computer and asked in disbelief, “You’re not telling me… this is the person you met?”

The girl leaned in to take a closer look.

The photo lacked the vivid presence of the real person, but the eyebrows and features were a perfect match.

It was him.

And within half an hour, the entire freshman girls’ dormitory had spread the news.

The rumor:

The legendary figure of Q University has returned.

• He won countless scientific and technological awards during his undergraduate years.

• He led an entire technical team to acquire shares in a famous emerging tech company.

• He was currently studying for a master’s and PhD at Q University but had been completely absent from campus—until now.

The news spread like wildfire, and along with it, an avalanche of speculation—

“Who would believe he’s only 23?! At 23, I was just trying not to starve to death.”

“There were rumors that he was just a tech investor in Xinrui. But turns out? He was one of its original investors. And obviously, he’s a rich second-generation. I heard his family is insanely wealthy, but he’s super low-key. There’s barely any info on him.”

“Girlfriend? Never heard of one.”

“Honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised if his girlfriend is an AI robot. Did you see Xinrui’s new ‘R2D’ model? It’s supposed to be a top-tier medical assistance robot. I watched the promo—it’s hilarious. The thing acts like a freaking health expert. I have no idea who designed it.”

Meanwhile, Chen Mo only stayed on campus for a single day.

The next morning, Lao K arrived to pick him up.

The first time Chen Mo met him in this life was seven years ago.

Back then, he was just a struggling college student desperate for money because of his mother’s medical bills. Now, Lao K was dressed in a sharp suit and tie, looking every bit the elite professional.

Chen Mo could hardly remember the bitter, ambitious man from his previous life—one who had dreams but nowhere to realize them.

Lao K pulled up in a tank-like SUV, leaned out of the window, and teased, “I heard you caused a stir at school again? Why does this happen every time you come back?”

Chen Mo rolled his eyes. “Aren’t we dealing with something urgent? You still have time to joke?”

Then he glanced at the car and frowned. “Also, can you change your damn car?”

Lao K floored the accelerator and grinned, showing off his white teeth. “Nope. Anyway, it’s not a huge problem. I think the investor backed out because someone targeted our product launch. This isn’t the first time—it’s just another hurdle. But do you know? Every time I drive this car to argue with investors, I drink less. That’s a win in my book.”

He paused, then smirked.

“To be honest, when you first approached me in high school, I really thought I was being scammed. I haven’t cheated you all these years, have I? Back then, I only agreed because I got tricked by your underage face.”

Chen Mo, lounging in the passenger seat, let out a cold chuckle.

“Wasn’t it because you were broke?”

“F*ck off.” Lao K cursed, laughing. “You just love exposing people’s weak spots. So many people at Q University admire you—do they know how ruthless you actually are?”

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. “People at school usually describe me as gentle and respectful.”

“Bullsh*t.” Lao K scoffed. “That’s just the students who’ve never seen the real world talking. If you ask the competitors you’ve crushed over the years, I bet they’d call you ruthless, two-faced, and merciless.”

Indeed.

Beyond his technological expertise, Chen Mo had spent the past few years deeply involved in high-level industry operations.

His methods were direct, efficient—

Strike once. Leave no room for survival.

Chen Mo’s reputation at Xinrui Technology was far higher than at Q University. Beyond his mastery of critical technologies, what set him apart was the trust he had cultivated within the company’s technical team. His track record of innovation and leadership made him a figure of admiration, despite the fact that many overlooked that he was technically still just a recent college graduate.

“Where are we heading now?” Lao K asked as he drove. “Back to your place in the city center?”

“Yeah, we’ve got dinner tonight. I need to go back and change.”

Lao K nodded, turned the steering wheel, and navigated toward Chen Mo’s apartment.

They shifted the conversation away from work. Glancing at Chen Mo’s tired face, Lao K could tell the strain of the R2D project had taken its toll over the past six months. He tried to lighten the mood with casual chatter. “By the way, is Mr. Su getting married? Did you get an invitation?”

Chen Mo glanced at his phone. “Yeah, the banquet is next week.”

“Another financial blow.” Lao K chuckled, shaking his head. “Didn’t they say her relationship with her fiancé had been rocky for years? Why go through with it now? What’s she thinking?”

Chen Mo hummed lightly, not offering a response.

He’d distanced himself from the Yang family in recent years. Whether or not his grandfather had avoided the fate Chen Mo remembered from his past life was unclear, but one thing was certain—his grandfather’s health was worsening. Yang Zhi’s marriage at this point in time probably had something to do with that.

As for Su Qianran, breaking away from her family’s constraints was no easy feat.

Still, Chen Mo thought, she must have her reasons for agreeing to the marriage. After all, he’d heard plenty of rumors about her and Yang Zhi’s ups and downs over the years.

Some of those stories sounded dramatic—like Yang Zhi chasing after her across thousands of miles and apologizing to her in front of the entire company. Frankly, it was hard to believe. It didn’t seem like something Yang Zhi would do in the past.

Whether their story was one of mutual torment or reconciliation, it wasn’t Chen Mo’s place to interfere.

When Su Qianran told him about her upcoming marriage, his only response was:

“Sister, congratulations.”

Her reply had been unexpectedly heartfelt:

“Chen Mo, over the years, I’ve always seen you as my younger brother. This has nothing to do with Yang Zhi. At first, I thought I was helping you. But later, I realized it was you who helped me. You left me room to shine while you focused on R&D. You helped me establish a foothold in Xinrui, step by step. It’s hard to put personal feelings into words, but I just want you to know that no matter what happens with the Yang family, I’ll always consider you my brother.”

When Chen Mo read her long message, he couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.

His bond with Su Qianran was much stronger in this life than in the previous one.

In his previous life, Chen Mo admired her for her achievements, and she occasionally lent him a hand. But in this life, they became trusted partners who supported each other unconditionally.

Now that Chen Mo had severed nearly all ties to his past, only a handful of people still knew his history—and Su Qianran was one of them.

Chen Mo’s apartment in the city center was relatively new. He’d purchased it the year before, spent half a year on renovations, and let it sit for another six months before finally moving in. He had only been living there for two months.

The building’s security was excellent, but Lao K’s car was a frequent visitor and could enter with a simple registration.

“The environment here is nice,” Lao K commented as he drove in. “I’m tempted to sell my current place and buy something here.”

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. “That’d be inconvenient for your mother.”

“Exactly why I’m still hesitating.”

Chen Mo had chosen this location because it was perfectly situated between Q University and Xinrui Technology, minimizing commute times. Unlike the remote area where he’d lived during his undergrad years, this apartment offered a far better balance between location and convenience.

When they reached the elevator, Lao K carried their things while Chen Mo opened the door.

The apartment was sleek and minimalist, with a futuristic aesthetic. Almost all furniture and appliances were voice-controlled.

Every time Lao K visited, he couldn’t help but grumble. “I just don’t get young people these days. What’s the point of all this tech? You really went all out, huh?”

This dynamic extended to their workplace, too. Lao K often remarked that he didn’t understand how Chen Mo and his team could work so tirelessly. They’d spend countless sleepless nights over what seemed like trivial breakthroughs, cheering over the smallest successes. It was a kind of passion Lao K couldn’t fully grasp.

That’s why Lao K had always considered himself more suited to his role as a front-line negotiator.

Since it was the weekend, they decided to hold an emergency online meeting with their team.

Four hours later, the meeting wrapped up with a roadmap in place. To boost morale, Lao K promised the company a team-building event next week, which was met with cheers.

“Will Brother Mo be there?” someone asked eagerly.

Chen Mo didn’t hold an official title like CEO or manager within Xinrui Technology. People usually called him “Brother Mo” or “Boss,” reserving the formal “Mr. Chen” for external events.

As Chen Mo went to change his clothes, Lao K replied while munching on takeout: “You’ll have to ask him yourself. He’s never attended before. He probably just wants to rest.”

One of the younger team members chuckled. “Boss Mo is such an enigma.”

“He’s obsessed with cutting-edge tech, but at the same time, he acts like an old man.”

“Did you know he uses a wooden bucket to soak his feet?”

“And always has goji berries in his thermos.”

“I even saw him wearing frayed knee pads last winter!”

“Come on, we’re not that poor anymore.”

Lao K finally knocked on the table. “Quit gossiping about your boss behind his back! Anyway, we’ve got work to do. Boss Su is about to step into the marriage fortress, so it’s just me and him tonight.”

“Is her husband rich? I heard he’s from a prominent family.”

“Who knows? Just keep an eye on Brother Mo, Boss.”

“And don’t let him drink too much!”

Lao K snorted. “Do you think I’d let him? Back in his first year, he nearly drank himself into surgery. His health has been bad since then. Honestly, I don’t know how he even survived his childhood with that kind of body.”

Most of the team brushed off Lao K’s mumbling.

After all, when most people met Chen Mo, he was already at the top—a figure of talent and idealism. Few would imagine he had ever been anything less.

But Lao K had met him earlier, back when he was just a skinny kid with a backpack.

The only hint of rebellion in that calm and composed young man was his online nickname: “Silence Is Not Gold, It’s Your Grandfather.”

Even now, Chen Mo still used that handle.

Lao K often chuckled to himself, imagining the stunned expressions of business elites when they saw it.

For someone as serious and enigmatic as Chen Mo, the name was oddly fitting—both inappropriate and perfectly appropriate at the same time.