After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 86

Just half an hour later, Xi Siyan appeared at the end of the corridor.

He seemed to have sensed that something was off with Chen Mo, so he walked over quickly, looked at the door of the intensive care unit, then at Chen Mo, frowned, and asked,
“What’s wrong? Did the doctor say something?”

“No.” Chen Mo had his hands in his pockets and shook his head. “I just came to a realization when I brought Yang Shule here just now.”

“What is it?” Xi Siyan asked gently.

Chen Mo pressed his fingers to his brow and looked up at him.
“In fact, my grandfather and I have talked about this many times over the years. He said that if one day his health declined, he didn’t want any forced treatment—didn’t want to suffer that kind of pain. He told me he knew his children best, and that if the time came, he wanted me to speak up for him. When he was first taken to the hospital, I had a bad feeling. I thought I could accept any outcome. But over these past few days, when doctors—both domestic and foreign—diagnosed him and asked the family to decide whether or not to remove the tubes, I realized some choices… are actually very hard to make.”

Perhaps it was because, compared to everything before the age of seventeen, those memories were even more difficult to revisit?

Xi Siyan was silent for a few seconds.

Then he finally reached out and pulled Chen Mo into his arms, enveloping him in his cool, calming presence.

“It’s okay. Grandpa won’t blame you,” he said softly, rubbing the back of Chen Mo’s neck.

Chen Mo closed his eyes quietly.

In his previous life, the old man’s passing had come so suddenly. It had been the first time Chen Mo had truly experienced the loss of a loved one.

Even though their bond had been shallow, and his closeness to the old man far less than it was in this life, he still felt a sharp regret—a pain he only realized a few years too late.

So, this time, he had defied the old man’s original wishes and contacted many doctors both at home and abroad. But he never told anyone the final diagnosis results.

It was like a kind of internal trial.

He knew that once he made the call, once the gavel fell, there would be no going back.

It was as if, so long as the old man was still lying there, there was hope—he might suddenly open his eyes and say,
“Xiao Mo, why haven’t you come back for dinner these days? Don’t just keep working so hard. You have to live well.”

Those ordinary instructions and nagging words had become, for Chen Mo, the truest representation of love and family.

It was the most precious thing he had gained in this second life.

So he wished time would slow down, that the days would last longer, and that farewell could wait just a little while longer.

Until just now—

If he still had any hesitation before Xi Siyan returned, then the moment the man embraced him, Chen Mo felt that the time had come.

He took a small step back and said to Xi Siyan,
“I just realized… human desire really is endless. What we call ‘reluctance’ is more like running away from the truth. But before calling the rest of the Yang family, I want you to go see Grandpa with me.”

Xi Siyan held his hand and nodded.
“Okay.”

That day passed peacefully.

Chen Mo stood by the old man’s bed and calmly told him they had gotten back together.

And silently said in his heart:
Grandpa, I’m still choosing this person.

If I look back on the regrets of our missed connection in my past life, I feel sorrow.

I can’t guarantee that, someday in the future, I won’t feel pain for the chances I didn’t take in this one.

But if loss is part of life, then at least now—and for the future ahead—I don’t want to lose this person.

Xi Siyan stayed in the ICU a little longer than Chen Mo.

Chen Mo figured he probably had something he wanted to say to the old man too, but he didn’t ask.

Chen Mo was still recovering from illness, but the fever had subsided.

Xi Siyan accompanied him back to the ward.

It was afternoon, and they had to pass through the inpatient building’s garden. Xi Siyan pulled his coat tighter around Chen Mo’s shoulders and said,
“The weather’s getting cold. You need to wear more when you go out.”

“Not bad,” Chen Mo said, looking at the still-glowing sun in the western sky. “I don’t think it’s been that cold this year.”

They walked side by side.

Then Chen Mo asked, “Did I interrupt something for you?”

“No,” Xi Siyan replied, angling his body to shield him from the breeze. “Ren Xiansen escaped. His involvement in the whole matter is actually the least serious. He’s good at exploiting loopholes. Even if he knew about it, there’s no key evidence linking him directly to the arson and attempted murder. Now he’s hiding somewhere, and the police can’t touch him.”

Chen Mo said,
“Just be careful. Without funding, Chuanxing can’t stir up much more trouble. With Lunard arrested, that major backer is gone. This is CM’s perfect chance to expand.”

Xi Siyan suddenly stopped walking.

Chen Mo paused and looked at him in confusion.
“What is it?”

Xi Siyan’s gaze swept across his face.
“That’s what you want to say to me?”

Chen Mo blinked. “What else would I say?”

Xi Siyan looked exasperated.
“Mr. Chen, you do know I’m not just your business partner. I’m also your boyfriend.”

“I know.” Chen Mo raised his eyebrows innocently.

“As your boyfriend,” Xi Siyan continued, “you should know that my role in your life isn’t about pushing the company forward or eliminating competitors. I’m someone you can rely on—completely. You don’t need to ask me whether I’ve been delayed when you’re making difficult choices. You don’t need to hold back.”

He had been running around for more than 24 hours, but even now, Xi Siyan didn’t look disheveled.

Still, Chen Mo could see the weariness and the darkness in his eyes.

Hearing those words in this moment stirred something deep inside him.

He stepped forward, adjusted Xi Siyan’s collar for him, and in a low voice responded to his title:
“Mr. Xi.”

“What now?” Xi Siyan looked down at him, his hand bracing Chen Mo’s lower back.

Chen Mo’s eyes flicked around playfully, and then he leaned in close.
“This is the first time I’ve ever been someone’s boyfriend. I’ve always been used to being on my own. Can you… bear with me?”

Xi Siyan let out a soft laugh.
“You trying to pretend the last time—five years ago—never happened?”

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. “Fine. Second time, then.”

At that moment, a voice suddenly called out from not far away:

“Mr. Chen?”

Both Chen Mo and Xi Siyan turned their heads at the same time—

Only to see the entire Xinrui R&D department, all his colleagues, standing frozen on the stone path.

There was surprise, shock, and curiosity in their eyes.

After all, in the eyes of his colleagues, Mr. Chen was a young tech mogul who immersed himself in research, rarely surrounded by men or women. He was a natural leader who made decisive choices when managing projects, and a stereotypical young man who practiced “random” wellness—always calm and composed, thermos cup in hand even outside the workplace.

At the very least, no one had ever seen him so close to anyone before.

From their angle, the two were practically whispering to each other with their faces only inches apart. It was clear that their relationship was far from ordinary.

But no one brought it up directly.

“Brother Mo!”

“Boss!”

A group of people rushed over.

Chen Mo only froze briefly in surprise before stepping back and smiling, “Why are you all here?”

Yuan Hao was the first to squeeze up to him. Whether he was trying to help cover or just flustered, he raised his voice a bit:
“Master, you nearly scared us to death! I wanted to come right away when I heard your house caught fire, but the boss wouldn’t let us—said no visitors allowed—so we waited till now.”

The others chimed in:
“Yeah, you okay, Brother Mo?”

“Were you hurt?”

“It’s fine. I was already at the hospital when the fire broke out—just had a fever.”
Chen Mo stuck his hands in his coat pockets and looked around. “I told Lao K not to come. It’s not a big deal.”

Seeing that Chen Mo was indeed safe—aside from being a bit pale and wearing a hospital gown under his coat that looked a little baggy—everyone finally let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Old K came walking over from the far end of the path. He had probably gone to park the car and arrived last.

The first one to notice was the man standing beside Chen Mo.

“Boss Xi.” Old K looked a little surprised. “Chen Mo said you brought him to the hospital. Have you been here this whole time?”

Xi Siyan calmly signaled the bodyguards nearby to fall back, then replied evenly,
“No, I stepped out for a bit to handle something. Just got back.”

Old K didn’t question it further.

Yuan Hao leaned over and whispered in Chen Mo’s ear,
“Master, you probably can’t keep this under wraps anymore. Someone in our department already recognized President Xi.”

Chen Mo glanced around—some people clearly recognized Xi Siyan, while others looked confused, nervous, or curious.
He raised his eyebrows and said to Yuan Hao,
“Take everyone out for a meal later. Have… President Xi foot the bill.”

Yuan Hao blinked, stunned. “Ah?”

Chen Mo replied calmly, “There’s no difference between him treating me and me treating them.”

An hour later, everyone who had crowded into Chen Mo’s ward was herded away by Yuan Hao.

Flowers, gifts, and fruit were piled up next to the hospital bed.

Xi Siyan and Chen Mo sat on the sofa. Xi Siyan looked over and said,
“I thought you were going to keep it a secret.”

“They’ll just talk about it behind our backs, but no one will ask to our faces. And it’s not like we’ve got anything to hide,” Chen Mo replied, peeling a banana and casually adding, “I just think that with Xinrui and CM’s indirect cooperation, keeping personal stuff out of it makes it easier and more professional when handling things. But now that they know, it’s whatever—unless you want to hide it?”

As he spoke, he handed the peeled banana to Xi Siyan.

Xi Siyan lowered his head and took a bite, then gestured for him to finish the rest.
“Do you think I care?”

Chen Mo didn’t feel like eating it either, so he set it aside and patted his own legs.
“Take a nap. You haven’t slept in forever. Even with your stamina, you won’t last if you don’t rest.”

Xi Siyan nodded, took off his coat and tossed it next to the sofa, then laid down.

The ward fell quiet once again. Chen Mo sat beside him, occasionally running his fingers through Xi Siyan’s hair.

His hair was stiff and prickled against his palm.

About half an hour later, a long voice message from Old K popped up on Chen Mo’s phone.

Still a bit distracted, Chen Mo tapped it open without thinking.

Old K, not knowing Xi Siyan was in the room, said in a clear voice:
“I just went to the bathroom—guess what I overheard? A bunch of your R&D people were talking about you and CM’s boss. Like… does Xi Siyan like you? Is he gay?”

Then the second clip auto-played:
“I’ve been suspicious for a while. He’s the heir to the Xi family, a big-shot boss of a corporation. Even if you were old classmates, there’s no way he’s this close unless he’s got some other agenda. Chen Mo, I don’t know what kind of person Xi Siyan really is, but someone with his background is always surrounded by men and women. We’ve seen enough of this in the industry. Even if you’re talented, don’t let yourself get in too deep and get chewed up.”

The sky outside was already dimming.

Chen Mo hadn’t noticed, but at some point, Xi Siyan had opened his eyes.

He rested a hand on his own forehead and asked,
“He’s the one who gave you money to help me back in high school, isn’t he?”

Chen Mo looked down at him. Without asking how he knew, he replied,
“Old K’s always been one to follow the rules. He’s… a little radical when it comes to rich people.”

Xi Siyan lowered his hand.
“So he thinks I’m just playing around?”

Chen Mo chuckled. “How many men and women are there around Mr. Xi?”

The next second, Xi Siyan reached out, pulled Chen Mo down by the neck, and kissed him hard.

He whispered against his lips,
“There might be plenty of people around me—but you’re the only one I want.”

Chen Mo dropped his phone, cupped Xi Siyan’s face, and deepened the kiss.

A short while later, outside the restroom of a Cantonese restaurant near the hospital—

Old K, still holding his phone, received a picture.

It was taken casually through the hospital’s glass window. The reflection clearly showed a figure in a hospital gown pinning a tall man down on the sofa, as if he were forcefully straddling him.

A single text followed, written with his usual lazy arrogance:

“I never told you this all these years, but yeah—I’ve known I was gay since high school. We were already dating back then. I was the one who dumped him.”

Old K stared, dumbfounded.

The image of Chen Mo—the calm, brilliant prodigy from before age 18—completely shattered in that moment. Even the image of the rock-solid center of their new-tech team wavered.

His fingers trembling, Old K typed back:

“Wtf… you’re still the one on top??”