After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 93

That night, screams echoed intermittently from within the warehouse.

Xi Siyan stepped out midway through, took a cigarette from one of the men under him, and lit it outside.

In the flickering light of the flame, it was hard to read his expression. Han Qian walked out looking for him, hearing the dull thuds and groans from inside. He glanced at Xi Siyan and asked, “Why did you suddenly decide to bring the Yang family here?”

“To find out if the story’s been passed down.” Xi Siyan leaned one foot behind him, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, veins clear under the dim lighting. His posture while smoking was familiar and steady. “Some things—people need to hear them for themselves. Word for word. Yang Zhi’s a good messenger. He’ll repeat everything to his parents without missing a beat.”

Han Qian raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say you were cutting them off?”

“It’s to make them see reality.” Xi Siyan felt a dull ache start creeping into his skull again. Every word out of Chen Jianli’s mouth added to the growing shadow in his heart. “They’ve been looking for every opportunity to get close to Chen Mo lately. They need to understand—they forfeited that right the moment they made the first wrong move.”

When Chen Mo first returned to the Yang family, Xi Siyan hadn’t been able to fully empathize with what he felt.

But one thing he understood clearly:

The one who couldn’t let go was never Chen Mo.

Turning against blood ties could be painful.
But trying to reclaim them after everything has happened—
Sometimes, it’s better not to recover anything at all.

And deep down, Xi Siyan felt a faint sense of fear.

Because, once upon a time, he’d walked the same path.

Han Qian didn’t quite agree with his approach. “But what if Chen Mo doesn’t see it that way?”

Xi Siyan didn’t answer.

It was because he understood Chen Mo too well that he didn’t want him dragged into this kind of mess.

Just then, headlights lit up the distance.

A car was approaching from the road, its beams catching on the row of parked vehicles outside the warehouse—and then landing squarely on where Xi Siyan and Han Qian stood.

The bodyguards tensed immediately.

Han Qian quickly raised a hand to stop them. “Ours.”

The moment he said it, Xi Siyan glanced at him—danger flashing in his eyes.

Han Qian raised both hands in surrender. “He called you and you didn’t answer. So he called me. You know I couldn’t say no.”

As he finished speaking, a car door slammed shut with a heavy thunk.

Chen Mo stepped out, long black coat fluttering past his knees. In the cold dark, he looked tall and composed.

If one ignored his resume, his wealth, and his public image, one would see the version of Chen Mo that belonged to a past life—one who had walked alone through long nights and countless twists of fate.

Step by step, he approached.

Han Qian tactfully stepped aside.

Chen Mo’s gaze fell on the object in Xi Siyan’s fingers—and his brows furrowed. “When did you start this?”

“I didn’t,” Xi Siyan replied hoarsely. Dressed in a black shirt, his voice low and rough. “Headache. It helps… suppress it.”

But just as he raised his hand to flick the cigarette away, Chen Mo reached out and took it from him.

Not to stub it out—but to bring it to his own lips and take a long drag. He exhaled, the smoke curling between them, never looking away from Xi Siyan’s eyes.

Xi Siyan gave a helpless smile. “My bad. Won’t happen again.”

“What exactly won’t happen again?” Chen Mo’s voice was calm but cold. He spun the cigarette between his fingers and looked around. “The smoking? Or the… dangerous extracurriculars?”

Xi Siyan met his gaze and replied seriously, “Both.”

The next second, Chen Mo dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his heel.

Then, from his coat pocket, he took out the bottle of headache meds he’d brought. He beckoned to a nearby bodyguard. “Go to my car—right side of the driver’s seat. There’s a thermos. Bring it for your President Xi.”

“You came all the way here just to bring me medicine?” Xi Siyan arched a brow.

Chen Mo rolled his eyes. “I’m just afraid you’ll lose control.” Then, more gently, “The past is over. I don’t know how you and Han Qian handled things abroad these last few years, but… Brother Yan, it’s done. I don’t care about any of it. And I don’t want you losing sleep over it either.”

Xi Siyan reached out and pulled him close, standing him between his legs.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “You saw it. My people—they’re not guarding against you. I never meant to hide any of this. I just didn’t want you getting involved.”

Chen Mo gave him a look. “Good.”

“Brother Mo,” Xi Siyan chuckled, “When you arrived, the whole place went silent. Everyone was scared stiff. You’re scarier than I am.”

Chen Mo ignored the teasing. He opened the pill bottle, shook out two tablets, and handed them over.

Xi Siyan had just taken the medicine—

—when the warehouse door creaked open again.

Chen Mo turned instinctively.

And there was Yang Zhi, stumbling out with a dazed expression.

Chen Mo blinked in slight surprise.

Yang Zhi hadn’t expected to see him either. His gaze instinctively flicked past Chen Mo to land on Xi Siyan.

Xi Siyan stood up, hands in his pockets, walked over to Chen Mo’s side, and said calmly, “Brother.”

The word brother made Yang Zhi’s eyes twitch ever so slightly.

Standing there, facing the two side by side, Yang Zhi was reminded once more of their long-standing relationship. He’d known about it for a while—but witnessing it now still stirred a subtle regret in him.

A regret that Xi Siyan had planned so far ahead.

But he had no right to say anything.

At last, he looked at Chen Mo and said, “I already signed the transfer agreement for Grandpa’s 20% shares. Not recently—it was done long ago. As long as you—”

“No need,” Chen Mo cut in. “I really have no interest in Yang Group’s shares.”

Yang Zhi opened his mouth, hesitated several times… but eventually gave up on the topic.

He turned to Xi Siyan.

“Chen Jianli’s been out of prison for over a year—and he’s already entangled in another case. Let me handle it.”

Xi Siyan said nothing.

Yang Zhi added firmly, “Five years ago, it was the Yang family who put him away. So it’s more appropriate for me to handle it now. I won’t let him off easily this time.”

Xi Siyan rolled his eyes and replied slowly, “A psychiatric hospital might suit him better. But if Chen Mo doesn’t want to make a fuss, we’ll go with your plan.”

Yang Zhi froze.

He realized Xi Siyan had originally intended something far worse.

Which only meant—he hated that man to the bone.

Though he’d long suspected that the Xi family’s methods behind the scenes were anything but clean, Yang Zhi couldn’t help but glance at Chen Mo.

He wasn’t sure anymore—was it a blessing or a danger to be with someone like this?

But then again…

The two had known each other since they were teens.

Separated and reunited again and again.

Maybe the rest of the world never had a say in their story.

Yang Zhi left, somewhat awkwardly.

—

The return journey was quiet.

From the desolate suburbs to the dazzling lights of the city, Chen Mo leaned against the car door, quietly staring out the window—his thoughts drifting somewhere far away.

The figure behind him silently stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Chen Mo, and held him from behind, looking out the window with him.

Chen Mo tilted his head slightly. “Feeling any better?”

“Yeah. I’m alright.”
Xi Siyan wrapped an arm around Chen Mo’s and leaned his entire body back against the seat, bearing both their weight. He buried his face in Chen Mo’s neck and murmured, “Were you worried?”

Chen Mo let himself lean against him, answering softly, “Only those who’ve lived through it understand how dangerous it is to fall into certain thoughts.”

They stayed like that for a while.

Then Chen Mo said, “I feel a little carsick.”

“Why carsick?” Xi Siyan asked as he reached out to roll down the window.

A gust of wind blew in, chilly and crisp.
Chen Mo gazed at the distant buildings and suddenly suggested, “Wanna take a walk around Q University?”

“Your campus?” Xi Siyan glanced over.

Chen Mo smiled. “Yeah. Let’s go?”

“Let’s go.”

—

It was already late at night.
The gatekeeper at Q University’s main entrance was dozing off in his booth.

Xi Siyan led the way. “Are we sneaking in?”

“This is a university, not a military base,” Chen Mo chuckled. “Undergrads have curfew at 11 p.m. from Monday to Friday, but I’ve already graduated. Plus, I have an employee pass for the lab building. No one’s going to stop us.”

Sure enough, the two entered without any issue.

It was nearly midnight, so only a few stragglers remained on campus.

Chen Mo walked Xi Siyan through the campus, building by building.

Maybe it was the heavy mood earlier, or maybe the faint smell of cigarette smoke on Xi Siyan felt too out of place here—either way, Chen Mo started sharing stories from his college days.

“This is Teaching Building No. 1. Most of our freshman classes were here. All theory—hard to memorize. I remember you once said coursework abroad was just as intense, right?”

“That over there is the lab building. My advisor wanted me to take care of two junior students. I refused. Way too busy to babysit anyone.”

“Dorms—I had a bed in 502 for all four years. Didn’t sleep there much, but my roommates and I got along well. The day before the New Year holiday, a girl confessed to me outside. But I was looking at your ‘Happy New Year’ message at the time, and honestly… I don’t even remember her face.”

Outside the dorm building, Xi Siyan listened closely.

Chen Mo glanced at him and said, “I really liked you too much, didn’t I?”

“Well, you didn’t show it when we broke up,” Xi Siyan replied, looking sideways. “Or maybe you just realized it later?”

Chen Mo shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

If it had hit him too late, he wouldn’t have ended things so cleanly.
He wouldn’t have stayed uninterested in anyone else for years.
He wouldn’t have admitted so easily that time didn’t help him forget, and that reconciliation came not from regret—but from simply following the heart’s path.

—

They strolled slowly toward the campus playground.

There were more people here than elsewhere.

Two basketball teams were still mid-game, full of energy.

They stopped to watch, and one of the players—wiping sweat from his forehead—jogged over and asked if they wanted to jump in.

“I’ll do it,” Xi Siyan said, handing his coat to Chen Mo. “His legs aren’t great.”

He joined the game with ease.

The guy who stepped off the court sat on the stone steps next to Chen Mo.

After watching for a bit, the boy said, “Your friend’s really good.”

“He’s alright.” Chen Mo smiled. “Used to be the starting point guard for his school team.”

“You two don’t look like students,” the boy added.

“Nope. He’s graduated.”

The game continued, lively and competitive.

It was the end of December, and the night air had a sharp bite to it. Chen Mo held Xi Siyan’s coat tightly for warmth.

The boy beside him kept glancing over.

After a few stolen looks, he finally blurted out, “Are you Senior Chen Mo from the Intelligent Tech Department?”

Chen Mo didn’t deny it. “That’s me. You too?”

“I’m your direct junior!” The boy nearly jumped to his feet, voice full of excitement. “I can’t believe I ran into you here! I’ve been following the R2D project all along. You’re my idol. My dream after graduation is to work at Xinrui and keep doing R&D.”

Chen Mo was a little surprised at the boy’s enthusiasm. Then he smiled. “Our doctoral advisors get a lot of funding every year, and the national programs strongly support intelligent research. There’s no shortage of opportunities. Just keep working hard.”

“Thank you!” the boy replied, practically glowing.

Xi Siyan returned after about half an hour of play.

Chen Mo stood up and handed him the coat. “You’re done?”

“Yeah. Wind’s getting stronger—let’s head back.”

Everyone on the court was starting to pack up too.

Someone called out, “Bro, you’re leaving?”

“Can we play together next time?”

“You’re not from our school, are you?”

“Nope,” Xi Siyan replied. He glanced at Chen Mo, who had just been recognized, then reached out and casually took his hand. “But your senior Chen is. I imagine you’ll see me around a lot. Let’s plan something next time.”

With that, he led Chen Mo away.

Chen Mo chuckled as they walked. “That was unusually polite of you. President Xi is far too busy to be playing basketball with college kids.”

“You’re here.” Xi Siyan shrugged. “My boyfriend’s way too popular. I feel a serious sense of crisis.”

Chen Mo: “…So petty.”

—

That night’s unexpected encounter exploded on Q University’s message board.

And with it came rumors of the great Chen Mo’s mysterious boyfriend.

The more the gossip spread, the wilder it became.

“Okay, seeing God Mo on campus is one thing… but you’re saying you played basketball with the CEO of CM Group???”

Then someone posted a news article:

‘Xi Family’s special license plate spotted in the suburbs. CM CEO rumored to be orchestrating a family power shift.’

“So… that night’s game? You were in the suburbs. Still not embarrassed by what you said?”

“God Mo is a genius from Q U. Stop making up wild ships—even the CM CEO doesn’t qualify!”

“CM… Chen Mo? Wait—is this Huadian??”

“Seriously. Some of you have wild imaginations. Chill out!!”