After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 74

Xi Siyan drove Chen Mo and Yuan Hao to the front of Xinrui Company.

Yuan Hao sat alone in the back seat, clutching the document bag tightly, not daring to look around. As soon as the car stopped, he whispered to Chen Mo, “Master, I’ll wait for you downstairs,” and then quickly jumped out of the car.

Chen Mo sat in the passenger seat and looked at the man next to him speechlessly. “Why are you scaring him?”

“When did I scare him?” Xi Siyan looked perfectly calm. “I didn’t even say a word.”

“You’re scary even without saying anything,” Chen Mo stated as a matter of fact. “Su Qianran and I finally picked Yuan Hao out of a pile of interviewees. He has great potential. The kid just graduated from college — his mentality still needs building up. How dare you scare him?”

Xi Siyan rubbed his forehead and laughed. “Student Chen Mo, are you sure he’s still a kid?”

“At least in my eyes,” Chen Mo said as he reached out and brushed Xi Siyan’s shoulder. “Also, at the company entrance, please address me as Mr. Chen. Thank you, Mr. Xi.”

He opened the car door and said, “Thanks for the ride.”

Just as he was about to close the door, he remembered something. Leaning against the car roof, he bent down and asked, “By the way, I forgot to ask yesterday. You said you were going to introduce me to someone at the wedding. Who was it?”

Xi Siyan looked at him for a moment.

Two seconds later, he said, “Zhu Zhengtao.”

“Boss Zhu?” Chen Mo was stunned. “Is he alright?”

Xi Siyan replied, “The investigation into him is still ongoing, but the headquarters should be fine. He returned to China secretly this time. He used to be in charge of risk control and assessments at Huanshang. I asked him to come back this time because of the UA matter. I thought you might be curious about him, so I planned to arrange a meeting.”

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, “Since he came back secretly, I’ll pretend not to know. Please thank him for me.”

“Thank him?” Xi Siyan raised an eyebrow.

Chen Mo paused for two seconds. “Yeah, I should. I know that a big reason why Boss Zhu was willing to cooperate with Xinrui three years ago was because of you.”

Xi Siyan suddenly leaned closer across the seat.

In a serious tone, he said, “Chen Mo, I admit I helped facilitate the connection, but I never interfered with the outcome. Because I believed in you.”

The atmosphere between them grew a little tense with the closeness.

Chen Mo was the first to react, backing away. “Alright, I get it.”

“Hold on.” Xi Siyan called after him.

Chen Mo turned back. “What now?”

“Let me remind you, that kid you brought along — he probably likes you.” Xi Siyan glanced meaningfully at Yuan Hao, who was waiting ten meters away, before retracting his gaze and raising his eyebrows. “This is a serious taboo in the workplace. I don’t need to remind you, Mr. Chen? He’s your subordinate. Leaders should act like leaders. Keep your distance.”

Chen Mo looked up to the sky in exasperation and slammed the door shut.

He walked toward the company building.

Yuan Hao hurried over to catch up.

“Master, wait for me!” Yuan Hao called out.

Chen Mo paused for a few seconds to let him catch up, then continued walking forward.

Once back at Chen Mo’s side, Yuan Hao started chattering nervously, “Master, did Mr. Xi from CM spend the night at your place? Why did it feel like he was glaring at me with murderous intent? Does he have something against me?”

Chen Mo pushed open the glass revolving door and replied, “Don’t overthink. He has a problem with me, not you.”

“Ah?” Yuan Hao looked confused. “Aren’t you two old classmates? Why would he have a problem with you?”

Chen Mo walked in, paused, then turned back to look at Yuan Hao.

Yuan Hao touched his face, confused. “What’s wrong, Master?”

“We’re not just classmates,” Chen Mo said suddenly. “We’re ex-boyfriends.”

“Ex… ???!!!”

Yuan Hao froze like he had been struck by lightning, standing there for a long time without moving.

The master he admired was dressed in a long black trench coat today. Chen Mo rarely wore formal clothes unless he was attending a meeting or an important event. Even though Yuan Hao knew he was his boss, he always had a little fantasy.

He thought Chen Mo might be gay.

When he saw Xi Siyan, he even speculated whether that man secretly harbored shameful thoughts toward his master.

But he never expected that they had actually dated.

Ex-boyfriend? That meant they had once been together. What was it like to date someone like Chen Mo?

Yuan Hao’s mind went completely off track.

And why did the master suddenly tell him this? Did he notice something?

Yuan Hao was anxious all morning.

However, as the day went on, he realized he was overthinking. Other than Chen Mo warning him once at the company entrance not to spread it around, everything else was just like usual.

The scoldings were still merciless.

The guidance was still clear and sharp.

The entire office ran like a well-oiled machine. Yuan Hao, carrying this massive “secret” about his master, was determined not to let him down.

Chen Mo, meanwhile, had no idea that his casual comment had caused such a huge ripple effect on his “little apprentice.”

More importantly, he didn’t have the energy to worry about it.

His grandfather was still in a coma with an uncertain prognosis.

During the lunch break, before Chen Mo closed his office door, someone heard him talking on the phone. During the conversation, they vaguely caught the name “Yang Zhi.”

Anyone paying attention would realize that Yang Zhi was the president of Yang Group — and Su Qianran’s husband.

If someone wanted to eavesdrop further, they found that Chen Mo had already closed the office door.

—

Two days later.

The news broke: Yang Group was caught up in an internal equity dispute, and the situation quickly spiraled out of control.

First, it was revealed that due to “social capital control” issues, many top executives in Yang Group’s side branches were dismissed. Speculations arose that Yang Zhi was purging internal factions.

But within another two days, new headlines appeared — “Old Master Yang” was critically ill, and the Yang family had fallen into a battle over equity agency rights.

Yang Shule, the “adopted son” of the Yang family, made his move.

He rallied a group of shareholders against Yang Zhi, attempting to seize control under the pretense of “debt collection.”

People also discovered that UA Group had bought back 31% of Yang Group’s shares. If you added the 20% Yang Shule was poised to gain, it wasn’t impossible for the Yang family to lose control altogether.

Public opinion exploded with analysis — almost all saying:

Yang Zhi was about to lose.

The incident stirred up a huge uproar in the industry.

For those less familiar with the business world, although they didn’t fully grasp the professional stakes, the excitement over the spectacle was just as intense.

“All I can say is, wow. What kind of role does Yang Shule even play? Can someone break it down for me?”

“Isn’t he supposed to be the adopted son of the Yang family?”

“Infighting among rich families isn’t rare, but it’s pretty crazy for a son without any blood ties to be so bold about snatching the family fortune.”

“Got some insider info — apparently, this adopted son had a very ‘close’ relationship with UA’s Lunar. People say that when he was studying abroad, he was constantly spotted going in and out of Lunar’s villa, and Lunar’s ex-wife even went off at him publicly on social media. The insults were brutal.”

“The deeper this goes, the nastier it gets.”

“Honestly, I feel bad for President Yang. Being betrayed by his own brother? Teaming up with outsiders to take him down?”

“The Yang family just married into the Su family, though. It can’t be that easy to wipe them out, right?”

“You guys don’t get it. The Su family can’t really intervene here. Mark my words: unless a miracle happens, the Yang family is finished.”

“Yeah, they’re done for, +1.”

Inside the Yang Group, panic spread.

The lower-level employees had no clue what the higher-ups were fighting about, but rumors were flying that the leadership was about to change. Everyone worried about their future — fearing layoffs and uncertainty.

Meanwhile, the name that echoed throughout the company was “Yang Shule,” but he never personally showed up.

Instead, on this day, someone new arrived at the company’s front desk.

He came alone, carrying a briefcase. Tall, slim, with a calm, casual demeanor.

The receptionist asked, “Sir, who are you here to see?”

“Yang Zhi,” the man said directly, addressing President Yang by his full name. “I don’t have an appointment. Please tell him that Chen Mo is here.”

The receptionist didn’t think too much and made a call to the secretary’s office, which transferred it up to the president’s office.

Finally, the response came:

“Let him up. No need to notify anyone else. He’s Mr. Yang’s younger brother.”

The receptionists were stunned.

After escorting the guest up, they remained confused.

Wasn’t Mr. Yang’s younger brother called Yang Shule? This guy said his name was Chen Mo.

Then they remembered — hadn’t the Yang family once lost a real son due to a hospital mix-up? Was this him?

Weren’t they rumored to be on bad terms, having severed ties?

What was happening now?

And so, news that Mr. Yang’s biological younger brother had arrived at the company quickly spread.

Unfortunately, apart from the front desk, no one else caught a glimpse of him.

Because Chen Mo was led directly to the top floor via the VIP access.

—

Inside the top-floor executive office of Yang Group.

“I thought you’d never step foot here,” Yang Zhi said, pouring him a glass of water.

Chen Mo stood by the window, taking in the familiar surroundings with mixed feelings. “If it weren’t necessary, I wouldn’t have come.”

He remembered the years when he and Yang Zhi had fought bitterly.

Back then, standing in this position felt like holding power — controlling life itself.

Now, standing here again, all he felt was the loneliness of power and the futility of the struggle.

After Yang Zhi transferred the shares to Yang Shule in his previous life, Chen Mo had launched a plan to sabotage everything. His thinking back then was simple: if he couldn’t have it, why should they?

Now, facing the possibility of saving Yang Group, he surprisingly felt neither resentment nor righteousness — only a detached sense of inevitability.

Chen Mo turned around, took the glass from Yang Zhi, and said, “Let’s not waste time. I still have work to catch up on tonight. Let’s begin.”

Yang Zhi didn’t say anything else.

He went back to the desk, lowered the wall-mounted screen, and turned on the projector.

The first thing that appeared on the screen was a long conference table.

Most of the people seated were Westerners in suits.

The figure sitting at the head of the table was familiar.

“President Xi,” Yang Zhi nodded, speaking formally as if there had never been any personal ties between their families.

“I had to return to CM headquarters yesterday to handle some things. Sorry we could only meet like this,” Xi Siyan said, his gaze lingering briefly on Chen Mo, who was sitting casually on the sofa, flipping through documents, before quickly shifting away. “The situation is proceeding as we anticipated. Once CM makes its move—”

The meeting alternated between Chinese and English, making Chen Mo feel like he was back in the thick of his old work life.

He paid close attention, occasionally offering insights or asking sharp questions.

Given the complicated situation and the aggressive moves of their opponents, it was critical to sort out advantages, weaknesses, strategic directions, and the perfect timing for a decisive move.

Before they knew it, three hours had passed.

The meeting ended, and the CM side’s participants left one after another.

Before logging off, Xi Siyan stood up and said to Yang Zhi, “Brother, during the time I’m away, Chen Mo is not only the legal successor to Yang’s shares — he’s also authorized to represent CM on this matter. If you can’t reach me, he can issue all decisions on behalf of CM.”

Yang Zhi, packing up documents, froze.

He glanced at Chen Mo, who sat quietly flipping through papers with an indifferent expression.

Yang Zhi smiled bitterly. “What do you two think I am?”

“A bad guy, maybe,” Chen Mo said suddenly.

Yang Zhi looked like he was about to lose his temper but swallowed it down.

Chen Mo closed the documents and stood up.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

He took two steps, paused, looked at the screen, and asked, “When did I become CM’s representative?”

On the screen, Xi Siyan was unbuttoning his sleeves. Hearing this, he looked up and said:

“You can become one anytime you want — as long as you wish.”

Yang Zhi clutched his forehead in frustration.

“You two are killing me. If my subordinates heard your conversation, they’d think they’re about to be fired! And Mr. Xi — your tone doesn’t sound like you’re authorizing him to represent CM. It sounds like you’re proposing marriage!”

Chen Mo turned to Yang Zhi, wide-eyed: “…Is there something wrong with your brain?”

When had this guy become like this?

In his previous life, when Yang Zhi vaguely realized Chen Mo was gay, all he ever showed was mockery and cold disdain.

“Find a man? Do you still expect the Yang family to respect you?”

“Escaping marriage and family responsibilities — is that your excuse for being so reckless?”

Chen Mo had long suspected Yang Zhi’s anger stemmed from his own unhappy marriage.

—

That day, the news that Mr. Yang’s real younger brother had appeared at the company quickly circulated.

And someone leaked that they saw Mr. Yang personally escorting the man downstairs — and that their relationship didn’t seem bad at all.

Witnesses heard Chen Mo say:

“He didn’t do anything to me! How many times do I have to say it?! Does your wife know you’re asking me about this?”

The entire company was left scratching their heads.

“What exactly was Mr. Yang asking?”

“Is there something going on that even Mrs. Su isn’t supposed to know about?”

One bold employee raised a hand and declared:

“Based on my years of experience, if you’re hiding things from your wife and asking questions involving a ‘he’ or ‘she,’ it’s either emotional cheating — or actual cheating that you don’t dare admit.”

Yang Zhi, who had just returned from sending Chen Mo off: “…”

The employees who met his gaze: “…”

Looking at Mr. Yang’s indescribable expression, everyone had the same thought:

Maybe Yang Group really is going bankrupt.