After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 81

On the surface, the two of them appeared to have nothing to do with each other. Aside from a few minor exceptions, no one made any connection between them. It was as if, for the entire afternoon, they existed in two separate worlds—different fields, different circles, different people.

There was only one small incident.

It happened just as the afternoon’s group assignments began, when a newcomer happened to draw the only blank slip in the entire venue.

That meant, for this particular session, the newcomer would automatically be placed under the first-round elimination rule.

“Did the organizers not double-check the number of participants when they sent the invites?” someone murmured in surprise—particularly when Xi Siyan unexpectedly showed interest in the situation.

The official leading the supervising authority also frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’ll get someone to look into it right away,” said the head of the joint venture company, wiping sweat from his brow. “It seems a staff member made an error during the process. I’ll follow up right now.”

In reality, there was no need to investigate.

Everyone knew what was really going on—just another round of targeted suppression. It was common knowledge that Chuanxing and Xinrui were mortal enemies.

But would anyone dare to report this sort of thing openly to the supervising authority? Of course not.

The person in charge merely pretended to make a phone call to verify the situation.

The higher-ups noticed the way the Xinrui team responded and were quite composed about it.

One of them turned to Xi Siyan and said, “As expected of an industry-leading company. Even though they’re young, their mindset is steady. Especially that one in front—what’s his name?”

Sitting at the edge of the meeting room, Xi Siyan replied, “Chen Mo.”

“You know him, President Xi?” the man asked, surprised.

Xi Siyan looked toward Chen Mo and nodded slightly. “We’ve met.”

“No wonder you brought it up just now,” the man said with a knowing smile, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Honestly, everyone knows that newcomer’s being targeted. It’s not that unusual.”

Xi Siyan shifted, casually resting his hands on his thighs as if merely changing position.

But those familiar with his habits would know—this was a sign that his patience was wearing thin.

The other man, clearly unaware, continued talking. “It’s only because you happen to have met Mr. Chen that you even noticed this. Most companies at this stage would rather suffer in silence than make a fuss.”

Xi Siyan suddenly let out a quiet, inexplicable chuckle. He curled his lips and said, “Suffer in silence? It’s not so clear who’s going to suffer in the end.”

The man finally shut up.

Only now did he sense that something wasn’t quite right.

They didn’t seem especially close, but they didn’t seem distant either.

So he wisely chose to say no more.

But what he definitely didn’t expect was that—after a full day of seemingly no interaction—the two men would leave in the same direction, from the same place, and even enter the same room, one after the other, that night.

Chen Mo himself was a little caught off guard. When he opened the door and saw the man leaning against the doorframe, his first reaction was to pull him inside.

“What are you doing here?” Chen Mo asked, clearly surprised.

He had left earlier than Xi Siyan and had already showered. His hair was still damp as he looked at the man in front of him. “Didn’t Han Qian say your hotel wasn’t here? You—”

The rest of his sentence never made it out.

Xi Siyan must have come straight from the meeting. As soon as he embraced Chen Mo, he let the suit jacket in his hand fall to the floor behind the door. It ended up crushed beneath Chen Mo’s stumbling feet.

It was just a hug.

A brief moment of warmth and longing after time apart.

They had never experienced love this deep five years ago when their relationship was brief and tentative. Instead, after being separated for so long, it was only now—at the right time, the right age—that they felt this deep, consuming bond.

“Xi Siyan.” Chen Mo scratched the back of his head. “You still haven’t answered me. Why are you here?”

Xi Siyan stepped back slightly, placing a hand gently on Chen Mo’s forehead.

“I came to see you,” he said, then checked his temperature with the back of his hand along Chen Mo’s neck. Feeling the moist warmth of freshly bathed skin, he paused for a beat before continuing in a composed tone, “Also, I found out Lunal’s moves were tied to this seminar, so I came.”

Chen Mo grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “Who told you that?”

“What do you mean?” Xi Siyan let him hold his arm.

Chen Mo’s thumb brushed over the inside of his wrist. When he saw Xi Siyan’s eyes narrow slightly, he deliberately lowered his voice and teased, “Aren’t we supposed to be pretending we don’t know each other? Mr. Xi, isn’t it against the rules for you to be knocking on our partner hotel’s door so late at night?”

“Is that so?” Xi Siyan met his eyes. “And what are your rules, Mr. Chen?”

Chen Mo leaned in closer, brushed his tongue against Xi Siyan’s Adam’s apple, and when he felt it bob sharply, he let out a husky laugh: “My rule is—if someone wants something, he has to offer himself in exchange. Ah Yan… kiss me.”

Xi Siyan grabbed his chin to stop him from going any further. Pressing his forehead to Chen Mo’s, he said in a low voice, “You really don’t know what danger is.”

The next second, he pulled Chen Mo into his arms, spun him around, and pinned him against the door.

A deep, punishing kiss crashed down like a storm.

There was no technique—just raw hunger and breath-stealing fervor.

Chen Mo realized, once again, that somewhere inside Xi Siyan still lay a streak of wildness. Strangely enough, he adapted to this ferocity and possessiveness better than expected. Like prey with its throat caught, he even knew how to bite back when the chance came.

But given the disparity in strength, Chen Mo usually lost first.

So when he was left gasping for breath against the door, his neck tilted and his hands grasping at Xi Siyan’s shoulders for support, Xi Siyan finally relented.

He grabbed Chen Mo’s wrist and pinned it above his head.

His entire body pressed against Chen Mo, one hand holding his wrists in place, the other trailing slowly from his ribs down to his waist. He didn’t resume the kiss immediately. Instead, his breath brushed along Chen Mo’s temple, cheek, the corner of his mouth—as though confirming his existence, inch by inch.

Chen Mo leaned against the door, and when Xi Siyan hesitated at his lips, he deliberately turned his head to brush their mouths together.

Compared to the suffocating heat of a deep kiss, this gentle teasing felt even more maddening.

“You can keep going,” Chen Mo said. He tugged lightly at Xi Siyan’s tie and drew him closer. “I won’t run. I heard people with fevers feel really hot.”

Xi Siyan’s grip on his wrist suddenly tightened.

But instead of giving in to desire, his expression grew cold—as if Chen Mo’s words had thoroughly displeased him.

He wrapped an arm around Chen Mo’s waist and led him to the sofa.

Pushing him down—roughly, but still with care—he cupped the back of his head, leaned down, and said threateningly, “Even if you’re playing with your life, at least know where the line is. If I ever hear something like that again, we’re not doing this in bed.”

Chen Mo froze for a second, then laughed and covered his eyes with one arm.

He had heard someone use that line to threaten someone once before.

But damn it—it worked.

It wasn’t that Chen Mo had high expectations for things like this, nor did he demand a relationship where body and heart were equally loyal and devoted.

Because sometimes, what’s truly precious isn’t written in black and white.

In the other person’s eyes, he had always lived in his heart.

Chen Mo slowly sat up from the sofa, wrapped his arms around Xi Siyan’s neck, and let himself be lifted into his embrace.

He truly enjoyed this kind of warmth.

No wonder people say love can change you. Chen Mo thought—if he were to go back to his past life, even if Xi Siyan stole all his most important projects, he probably wouldn’t even have the heart to scold him.

Because this is someone you love.

Even if the other party had no idea.

“What are you thinking about?” Xi Siyan asked, drying his hair with a towel.

Chen Mo sighed, seemingly troubled. “I just realized today that I don’t understand myself very well. I think I might have the potential to be a tyrant.”

Xi Siyan raised an eyebrow. “What, you want to hand Xinrui over to me?”

“You’re overthinking it.” Chen Mo snapped out of it and shot him a sharp look. “Other than that, you can ask for anything.”

Xi Siyan chuckled. “Then I’ll give CM to you.”

Chen Mo turned around in shock. “You make me feel unworthy of you when you say things like that.”

They didn’t discuss work much that night.

They just chatted idly, throwing out the occasional sarcastic jab. In that relaxed atmosphere, Chen Mo leaned against Xi Siyan and dozed off—falling into a deep, restful sleep almost immediately.

The bottle of sleeping pills he’d packed in his suitcase as a backup had officially become useless.

Because his last memory… was falling asleep against Xi Siyan.

So the next morning, when he opened his eyes, his first instinct was to reach out and hug the person next to him.

He didn’t find a person—but he did grab a hand. Squeezing it gently, he mumbled, “Didn’t your hand go numb last night?”

Before he got a reply, Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Because what he was holding didn’t feel like Xi Siyan’s hand at all. He’d held Xi Siyan’s hand before—it was distinctly different from this one, rough in all the wrong places.

It was in that moment he discovered: when frightened, some people simply don’t know how to react. He was grateful he didn’t have a heart condition.

Old K was bracing his hands on the edge of the bed, staring at him suspiciously. “What were you muttering just now?”

“Nothing,” Chen Mo sat up, forcing his emotions under control. At least outwardly, he looked calm. He glanced at the group blocking his room and asked, confused, “Why are you all here?”

Yuan Hao scratched his head. “We called you this morning, Master, but you didn’t pick up. We knocked—no answer. So we went to the front desk and got the room card.”

Old K stood up, clearly annoyed. “Good thing you didn’t pass out in there. You scared the hell out of us.”

Chen Mo reached for his phone.

Sure enough—Xi Siyan had turned off his alarm.

His brain was still foggy from the abrupt wake-up. Pressing his fingers to his temple, he asked, “What’s the schedule today?”

Yuan Hao’s expression was stiff. “Actually… not much. UA’s being investigated for suspected cross-border money laundering.”

He didn’t even want to talk about how this bombshell had exploded across the headlines early that morning.

Chuanxing Technology had also canceled its keynote speech.

So really, there was nothing that special happening.

After all, two men with clear agendas had shared a secret meeting last night… in a hotel crawling with seminar attendees.

Compared to collusion, he felt that the kiss mark behind his master’s ear should be a higher priority.

Unfortunately, their master—looking sleep-deprived and slow-moving—suddenly threw off the quilt after hearing that news, getting up in one smooth motion and revealing a deep bite mark on his collarbone under his loose pajama collar.

It was clear evidence of someone’s possessive aggression.

Chen Mo got out of bed, completely ignoring what his apprentices were thinking.

“Proceed as planned.” He bundled up the clothes on the bed and headed toward the bathroom. When he reached the door, he suddenly paused, turned back, and said to the others who hadn’t yet left, “Don’t let CM get there first. Since he’s our old rival, it’d be shameful if he beats us to the punch and steals the credit.”

Old K looked confused.

He turned to the person next to him. “Does he have some grudge against CM?”

“No,” Yuan Hao shook his head. “I think Master’s just in a bad mood after waking up and seeing us.”

Old K: “What, are we such an eyesore?”