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After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 76

After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness - Chapter 76

The call that never got through planted seeds of doubt in Chen Mo’s heart, so he had no energy to argue further with Yang Shule. As Yang Shule’s face turned pale from his words, Chen Mo let go of him, turned, and immediately called Zhu Zhengtao, the general manager.

The news he received was that contact with CM headquarters had been lost since yesterday afternoon.

When Chen Mo returned to the table, the dinner was already halfway through.

Chen Mo walked over to Lao Gou and Jiang Xu, greeted them briefly, and said, “I have something urgent. I have to leave first. You guys enjoy.”

“What happened?” Lao Gou could tell something was wrong just by looking at his face.

Jiang Xu also stepped over. “Brother Mo, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing serious,” Chen Mo replied calmly.

He actually didn’t believe Runar could really do anything to Xi Siyan. But probabilities are never absolute. As he grabbed his bag, he had already formulated a rough plan — the fastest solution would be to fly abroad overnight.

Meanwhile, someone else at the table noticed the commotion.

He also noticed that Yang Shule, who had just come back in from outside, was staring gloomily at Chen Mo as he prepared to leave.

A busybody, sensing some drama, smiled and said loudly:
“Mr. Chen, you’re in such a hurry to leave? Shule had a good relationship with everyone in high school. Sure, misunderstandings happen, but isn’t it time to clear things up, especially since you’re practically family?”

Jiang Xu suddenly stood up with a loud screech of his chair.

He fired back angrily at the guy: “Qin Yu, you don’t know anything, so why the hell are you running your mouth?”

“Jiang Xu!” Qin Yu also stood up and sneered. “If it weren’t for your girlfriend dragging people here, you think I’d even bother coming?”

Jiang Xu’s girlfriend, standing nearby, already looked livid.

Chen Mo tugged Jiang Xu back and turned to the troublemaker. “Qin Yu?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Qin Yu answered, smirking.

Chen Mo asked calmly, “And who the hell is Qin Kai?”

The boy’s expression turned ugly instantly, and someone nearby chuckled, making his face flush even redder.

Snarling, he barked, “Don’t pretend you don’t know! My brother’s engagement to Liao Tingting — you helped ruin it, didn’t you?!”

Chen Mo thought for a second before vaguely recalling a random engagement party he got dragged to by Sun Xiaoya five years ago — the one where he met Liao Tingting’s boyfriend once. It had ended poorly, but honestly, blaming him for the breakup was absurd.

Chen Mo replied indifferently, “I’m not pretending. I just genuinely don’t remember Qin Kai. I’ve seen Qin Shuhua — the head of your Qin family — plenty of times in recent years, but funny enough, never once heard her mention she had two little brothers. I guess bragging must run in your family.”

“You—!”

Chen Mo patted Jiang Xu’s shoulder, signaling him to sit back down, and without sparing Qin Yu another glance, he walked straight toward the door.

Outside, it was raining heavily.

The hotel entrance was quiet at night.

Cars sped past in the distance, their red taillights streaking through the downpour, carrying the frantic energy unique to rainy nights.

Chen Mo waited for the doorman to fetch an umbrella, but before he could get it, a bunch of classmates chased after him.

“You guys are here too?” Chen Mo asked, surprised to see Lao Gou, Jiang Xu, and a few others.

Lao Gou tilted his head. “Thought you might be pissed and wanted to come see you off.”

Someone else chimed in: “Don’t mind it, Brother Mo. We were the ones who came late anyway. Qin Yu’s just like that — talks shit all day. Don’t take it seriously.”

Chen Mo smiled lightly. “There’s really nothing to be mad about. If fate lets us meet, great. If not, no need to force it. I have something urgent to handle, so I’ll leave first.”

“Alright then.”

“Did you drive? It’ll be hard to hail a cab in this rain.”

“It’s fine, I already booked one,” Chen Mo replied.

“Next time we meet, you have to come, Brother Mo. No backing out!”

“Of course,” Chen Mo nodded.

Those willing to come after him clearly didn’t want to be on bad terms with him.

Chen Mo’s standards had become much more flexible over the years. Even in situations like this “old classmates” gathering, he rarely offended anyone directly unless he had to.

As for whether he’d actually attend next time — only he knew.

At this moment, someone suddenly said: “Yang Shule, you’re leaving too?”

Everyone turned to see Yang Shule had also come out.

He walked calmly through the crowd, standing in front of Chen Mo with his hands in his pockets, and said:
“My fiancé sent someone to pick me up. Sorry to leave everyone.”

The shock didn’t come from “fiancé” as a title — it came from the gender implied.

Everyone knew Chen Mo had come out during high school. But Yang Shule was different — even if there were vague rumors back then about his childhood sweetheart, it was all unconfirmed gossip.

Now, admitting so casually that he had a fiancé — it stirred a small explosion among the crowd.

Chen Mo could clearly hear the murmurs:

“Whoa, fiancé? Who?”

“Wasn’t there a rumor he chased someone overseas?”

“Holy crap, no way…”

“This is huge news.”

Just then, a familiar Maybach rolled through the rainy darkness toward them.

Chen Mo’s heartbeat faltered for a second. The moment he clearly saw who stepped out, his heart, which had been dangling in his throat since the failed phone call, finally settled.

He exhaled without realizing.

Tall, long-legged, wearing a knee-length coat and holding a black umbrella, Xi Siyan closed the car door and walked toward him.

Chen Mo could hear the rising whispers around him, excitement impossible to hide.

“Shit, it really is Xi Siyan!”

“That’s the guy — the one people said they’d scrub toilets for if it got them a job at his company.”

“Wait — isn’t the bigger news that he’s Yang Shule’s fiancé?!”

Besides focusing on Xi Siyan as he gradually approached, everyone’s eyes were also secretly glancing at Yang Shule. And the result? One glance, and everyone was stunned.

Yang Shule’s face was pale and stiff.

The crowd was full of confusion.

Soon, they understood why.

Because Xi Siyan’s target wasn’t Yang Shule at all. It even seemed like he didn’t even see him. He walked straight past Yang Shule to the person standing next to him — Chen Mo, the current CEO of Xinrui Technology, who was being eagerly flattered by many tonight.

“Why are you all standing outside?” Xi Siyan stepped up the stairs, closed his umbrella, glanced around, and then looked at Chen Mo: “Or has it ended already? Did I come late?”

Before Chen Mo could answer, someone from the crowd eagerly spoke up:

“Not late at all! Mr. Chen has some urgent work, so he’s leaving early.”

“Let’s go,” Xi Siyan said lightly, completely ignoring the many eager gazes around him. He looked at Chen Mo again and said, “Seems like I got here just in time.”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They originally thought he was here for the party and had wanted to ask him to stay — now they didn’t even know how to speak up.

At that moment, someone, having a brain freeze, blurted out: “Mr. Xi, Yang Shule is still here!”

Xi Siyan gave Yang Shule, who looked extremely embarrassed, a quick glance. Then he turned back to the person who spoke and said calmly, “Oh? So what?”

“Uh…” The other person realized something was off — especially since Xi Siyan seemed to have his arm naturally around Chen Mo’s back — and immediately shut up, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.

Just then, a black car pulled up in front of the hotel.

A short driver dashed out into the rain, running up the steps to Yang Shule and called out loudly:
“Mr. Yang, Mr. Lunard sent me to pick you up!”

The driver looked completely soaked — he hadn’t even brought an umbrella, just charging through the downpour.

This scene made the atmosphere even more awkward.

Yang Shule’s face turned blue with anger and he snapped: “You didn’t bring an umbrella?”

The driver scratched his head, apologetic: “Oh, sorry, Mr. Yang. I rushed out in a hurry and forgot to bring it.”

Yang Shule glared at him: “Idiot!”

This little farce, berating a worker so harshly in public, made many people frown.

After all, the former rich young master known for his sunny, cheerful personality during high school now revealed a mean, petty side that surprised many.

When the crowd turned back around, they discovered that Chen Mo and Xi Siyan had already left.

Chen Mo was pulling him along, and Xi Siyan was holding the umbrella tilted toward him, helplessly complaining:
“Slow down, why are you walking so fast?”

“Shut up,” Chen Mo’s voice snapped back, loud enough for everyone at the entrance to hear.

Those who didn’t know what was going on only thought:
Sure enough — a top talent, a core figure in smart technology, not someone you could mess with.

Especially when they reached the car — it was Chen Mo who shoved Xi Siyan into the backseat first.

It just reinforced their stereotype: Chen Mo was as sharp and no-nonsense as the rumors said.

After getting in the car, Xi Siyan placed the dripping umbrella under his feet, turned sideways, and asked,
“Are you mad?”

“No,” Chen Mo said, leaning back in the seat and covering his forehead with his hand.

Xi Siyan’s gaze traced the curve of Chen Mo’s cheek and slender neck, then returned to his face. He asked quietly,
“Who sent out the party invites?”

Chen Mo finally lowered his hand and turned to him:
“When did you get back?”

“Half an hour ago,” Xi Siyan replied. “I knew about your gathering here before I boarded, so I came straight from the airport.”

Chen Mo asked:
“Then do you know I called you many times?”

“…Maybe I had call notifications turned off,” Xi Siyan said as he instinctively reached for his phone.

But Chen Mo stopped him, stood up in the cramped car, leaned over, and kissed him without any warning.

Xiao Lin, who had been quietly watching from the front seat, was so startled that he immediately turned away and quickly raised the privacy partition.

Inside the now completely closed-off space, Xi Siyan froze for a second — then quickly reacted and kissed him back.

The kiss grew deeper and more intense in the confined space.

Chen Mo took the lead, his repressed emotions seemingly about to burst free — or maybe he was just seeking confirmation of something. He shifted to straddle Xi Siyan’s lap, kissing and nibbling along his lips, jawline, and down his throat, drawing it out slowly, almost tormentingly.

Xi Siyan had no choice but to grip his waist tightly, tilting his head back slightly to catch his breath:
“Chen Mo, you better give me a reason.”

“Reason?” Chen Mo whispered near his ear, his lips brushing the shell of it, teasingly slow and hoarse.

It sounded almost like a reckless confession — or maybe a surrender:
“Let’s get back together, Xi Siyan. I admit it, you fucking win.”

After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness

After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness

Ting Yuan
Score 8.5
Status: Completed Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese
Chen Mo, the true young master of a wealthy family who was mistakenly taken away at birth, never understood why everyone adored the fake young master, Yang Shule, even though Chen Mo was the one who had been lost for seventeen years. He fought tooth and nail, trying to seize what was rightfully his, only to be met with rejection from his parents, abandonment by his friends and relatives, and ultimately, an untimely death. After being reborn, Chen Mo decided to let go. A smile keeps you young, and going to bed early extends your life. Upon returning to his biological family, his parents asked him, “Chen Mo, do you think your brother can still live with us now?” Chen Mo responded sincerely, “As long as it makes you happy.” During family gatherings, when all the aunts and uncles praised the fake young master, Chen Mo calmly sipped his wolfberry and red date tea, nodding in agreement. “Yes, yes, you all have excellent taste.” When people openly or secretly compared him to the fake young master, mocking him for being unworthy of his identity as the real heir, Chen Mo simply soaked his feet before bedtime and said, “Isn’t it true? Go ahead and shout it on the streets with a loudspeaker if you’d like.” Others: “…” Later, people realized that this real young master, who had been reclaimed by the wealthy family, had three special talents: Eating, sleeping, and… being gay. Not only was he openly homosexual, but he also supposedly abandoned the top student of their grade, his childhood sweetheart. Chen Mo felt deeply wronged. In his previous life, Xi Siyan—the cold-faced devil—didn’t even like him. How could people possibly believe he had dumped Xi Siyan? One day, Chen Mo tentatively asked, “How about I explain it for you?” The man leaning against the wall glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want to explain?” “You, Xi Siyan, will have nothing to do with me, Chen Mo, in this life, the next life, or the one after that.” The man in front of him stuffed his hands into his pockets, leaned in, and kissed him. “Too late. You’re mine now.” Chen Mo was stunned. Xi Siyan! This dog is bullying me!!   DISCLAIMER This will be the general disclaimer for the entire lifespan of this novel. <Website name> does not own any IPs(intellectual properties) depicted in this novel. <website name> supports author efforts by translating the novels for more readers. The novel is the sole property of the original author. Please support the author on the link below Original translation novel: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=6947226 

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  1. Sabby says:

    YES OMG. Author don’t you dare let this be a fake out. Don’t you dare. Let them now be together and weather all the remaining storms as a couple.

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