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After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 95

After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness - Chapter 95

Chen Mo let out a dry cough, leaning slightly over the steering wheel. He used the excuse of checking the road ahead to hide his moment of unfiltered speech.

In the passenger seat, the corner of Xi Siyan’s mouth tugged upward in a barely perceptible smile.

The Chen Mo of five years later was very different from the one from back then. He had become more composed, more grounded. There was a maturity about him now—a quiet stability that came not from wealth or status, but from steady self-growth. He looked like someone who had truly come into his own.

But Xi Siyan knew…
Since high school, it was Chen Mo who had, piece by piece, rebuilt him.

He’d filled the gaps in his soul.
He’d mended old wounds.
He had chosen a new path and walked it step by determined step—until the day he could once again stand before Xi Siyan as the man he was now.

Siyan never asked how much effort it had taken.

He knew.

So now, seeing Chen Mo still able to act this casually—saying things without thinking, teasing him without fear—he treasured it. And he didn’t want to take that freedom away.

“How much longer?” Xi Siyan asked.

Chen Mo glanced at the GPS. “If the jam clears, ten more minutes. Why?”

Ten minutes later, they arrived near their destination, but the narrow alley where the old clinic was located didn’t allow cars, so they had to walk.

The lane was empty, quiet.

And it was there that Xi Siyan suddenly grabbed him and pressed him up against a brick wall.

And kissed him deeply.

Chen Mo was never good at resisting this kind of kiss.

After a while, he pulled back, breathless. “You really are something… You even timed this.”

“Of course,” Xi Siyan replied casually, brushing some dust off his sleeve. “I was driving—when else could I let you flirt with me and not retaliate?”

Chen Mo choked, speechless.

Then he narrowed his eyes mischievously, leaned forward, and murmured, “Then should I struggle a little, just symbolically? But what if I can’t resist… when faced with a beauty like Brother Yan?”

Xi Siyan pinched the back of his neck in warning.

Everything had gone surprisingly smoothly that day.

Even though they were here to see a doctor, the sun was out, the air was fresh, and they were spending the New Year’s holiday together.

It felt like everything was just right.

Until they arrived at the clinic.

The moment they stepped inside, Chen Mo’s instincts told him something was off.

The old doctor, clearly in his eighties, looked frail and unsteady on his feet. The clinic was completely empty, save for him. The air felt stagnant.

Chen Mo and Xi Siyan exchanged a glance.

Ever since Chen Mo had been ambushed previously, Xi Siyan had been hyper-alert. He immediately stepped in front of Chen Mo protectively and scanned the room. “Let’s leave.”

“Don’t!” the old doctor suddenly called out, panic in his voice.

Despair flickered in his eyes as he pointed a trembling hand at the curtain covering the inner room. “Please… don’t leave. Someone’s waiting for you.”

When Ren Xiansen emerged, Chen Mo wasn’t even surprised.

He’d had a gut feeling.

Ren was holding the doctor’s great-grandson hostage—a boy of maybe seven or eight. One hand covered the child’s mouth, the other held a knife at his throat. The boy’s eyes were wide with terror, tears rolling silently down his cheeks.

Fury burned in Chen Mo’s chest. This family—the doctor’s—had done nothing to deserve being dragged into this.

“This is between you and me,” Chen Mo said coldly. “There’s no need to involve innocents like this, Mr. Ren. It’s disgusting.”

“What do you think I want?!” Ren Xiansen snarled. His voice was hoarse, grating. He jabbed the knife toward Xi Siyan. “He kept chasing me! He forced me into this!”

Then, turning to Chen Mo, he continued, “The fire? That was Lunar’s idea. The guy who attacked you in the hospital? Yang Shule—he’s a brainless fool! What’s that got to do with me? Chuanxing was the last card I had! But Xi Siyan—he wants to wipe us all out!”

His voice was hysterical. “I had no other choice but to come find you! But you’re always surrounded by his men—I couldn’t get close. This time, I followed you just to see where you were going. I had no choice!”

He gritted his teeth and pressed the knife more firmly against the child’s throat.

“What do you want?” Xi Siyan asked flatly.

Ren gave a twisted grin. “Don’t act like I don’t know—your people are outside. Call them off. Right now.”

“Fine.” Xi Siyan nodded.

He pulled out his phone and made a call, giving some instructions calmly.

Ren clearly didn’t trust him.

That’s when Chen Mo spoke.

“You should know the kid in your hand can’t threaten him. But me?” He stared straight at Ren. “You’ve followed us—you know how we’re connected. So how about this: let the child go, and take me instead. Then we can talk terms.”

Half an hour later.

Chen Mo stood on the seventh floor of an unfinished building in the county.

He felt a surreal sense of déjà vu—like time had looped around him.

But oddly, he wasn’t nervous.

Ren Xiansen was.

He kept glancing around, twitchy and tense.

Until he looked down and saw the bright yellow air cushion on the ground floor.

Only then did he relax.

He pressed the blade against Chen Mo’s back and said, “Mr. Chen, I’m not stupid. I know who Xi Siyan is. I’m not dumb enough to believe a few promises. Once all his men are up here and I have the money and an escape route—then you and I are going down together.”

“Ren Xiansen,” Chen Mo said calmly, eyes still focused outside, “Do you know what it actually feels like to fall off a building?”

Ren hesitated. “What?”

“I mean, people who fall from high up—most of their bones are shattered. And if your head hits first… it’s game over.” He tilted his head, his tone casual. “Oh, and you might not know this: standard escape air cushions max out at sixteen meters. This is the seventh floor. We’re at least twenty meters up. So…”

“Shut up!” Ren snapped, suddenly panicking. He pressed the knife closer and looked down. “You’re lying!”

The wind at this height was sharp and biting.

No guardrails.

No safety.

Chen Mo let out a low chuckle. “Mr. Ren… a man who’s already died once—doesn’t have time to lie.”

The moment Ren flinched—

Chen Mo surged forward, dropping into a roll.

And at that exact instant, a figure descended from above—from the eighth floor—and slammed into Ren Xiansen with a brutal flying kick.

CRASH.

Ren hit the wall with a grunt, fell to his knees, the knife skidding across the concrete floor.

Chen Mo rose from the ground quickly.

He pulled the comms mic from his ear.

And when he saw who had leapt down—not a bodyguard, but Xi Siyan himself—he narrowed his eyes.

Glared at him.

Then stalked over to Ren Xiansen, who was just trying to get back up—

—and kicked him hard in the chest.

“For someone in your line of work, Mr. Ren,” Chen Mo said coolly, “you really should’ve known better than to think you could escape in a world of intelligent tech.”

He looked down at him with blank, icy eyes.

“Seems like you didn’t learn your lesson the first time.”

Ren Xiansen’s hair was a mess, and his mouth twisted into an ugly smirk.
“How would we know if we don’t gamble?” he sneered. Then, with a leering grin, he added, “Besides… we’ve been rivals for quite a while now. I always thought Mr. Chen was the refined, classy type. Never thought you’d care so much about that Xi guy. If I’d known you were this attractive, maybe we wouldn’t have needed to fight in business at all. I’d have given you anything—once we got in bed.”

He was clearly trying to provoke.

Xi Siyan’s face turned black in an instant, like a pot bottom covered in soot.

Chen Mo blocked him with one hand before he could step forward. “How long until the police get here?”

“Soon,” Xi Siyan replied after glancing at his watch.

Downstairs, the sound of footsteps echoed—bodyguards already swarming the building.

Just then, Ren Xiansen lunged.

He grabbed Xi Siyan, who was closer, and dragged him toward the ledge.

Chen Mo’s pupils shrank.

In that split second, it was like the world froze.

Because he knew—that air cushion below didn’t meet firefighting safety standards.
It would not hold two people.

He couldn’t even recall the exact sequence of how he reacted—only that he moved, fast.

And that Ren didn’t succeed.

Chen Mo had been in countless fights. His reflexes were sharp.
But Xi Siyan was different—he came from a system, from training.
He knew exactly how to fall, how to protect, how to act under attack.

They collided, hugging each other mid-fall, tumbling away from the edge. They rolled violently into a concrete corner.

Even though Xi Siyan took most of the impact, Chen Mo still felt blood welling in his throat the moment they hit the ground.

There wasn’t even time to breathe.

The second he opened his mouth, his stomach twisted violently.

Under Xi Siyan’s panicked gaze, blood sprayed out—dotting his chest.

Gastric bleeding.

The pressure from the impact had caused a complete collapse.
The problem that had haunted him for years, despite treatment, had finally ruptured.

Chen Mo was rushed back to Suicheng that very day.

Emergency surgery.

And during it—he didn’t lose consciousness.

It felt like a dream.

He was back in an unfinished building.
But it wasn’t the same one.
Not the one in the county.
Not seven stories high.

He was… a bystander.

He heard sirens, ambulance alarms, the shouts of medics.
He saw Xi Siyan standing outside, stunned. Motionless.
The world moved around him, but he stood rooted—like time had stopped.

But this Xi Siyan wasn’t quite the same.

He was colder.
Not expressionless, but with a chill in him that said he’d shattered something inside.

People passed by, speaking to him. He didn’t respond.

Chen Mo stood beside him, watching silently.

Night fell.

And then—someone came.

Yang Zhi.

He stormed in, face twisted with rage.

“There should be a limit to your bullshit!” he roared. “What do you mean dead?! How could that damn Chen Mo die? Last week he threatened to kill me!”

Then he stopped.

Froze.

He saw the white sheet.
He saw the silence.

And he… didn’t dare step forward.

Then he saw Xi Siyan.

He grabbed at straws and rushed over.

“Ayan—you called the police, right? The police must’ve messed up. That can’t be Chen Mo. You wouldn’t be here for no reason. That wasn’t him—was it?”

Xi Siyan finally turned.

His eyes were dark and deep, like the ocean at midnight—bottomless and utterly still.

And then he said, calmly:

“It’s him.”

Yang Zhi’s whole body froze.

“I heard… he severed ties with the Yang family and died out there. I thought you’d be… happy.”

But Yang Zhi didn’t say a word.

He kept mumbling to himself:

“How could it be…? How could it be…?”

Xi Siyan finally moved.

He brushed past Yang Zhi, voice low but final:

“I’ll handle the body. From now on… he has nothing to do with your Yang family.”

Chen Mo watched him walk into the dark.

Like a man stepping straight into night.

He didn’t know what had driven Yang Zhi mad.

He only felt that there was a heavy weight crushing his chest.

He opened his mouth to call out—

But no sound came.

The world blurred.
Faded.
Dissolved into darkness.

When he opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was already bright.

The scent of gardenia beside the bed drifted gently in the air.

He turned his head—and saw the man lying next to him.

Xi Siyan was holding his hand tightly, frowning in his sleep.
But the moment he sensed movement, he woke up.

He sat up instantly, reaching for the bedside bell. “How do you feel?”

The warmth of his coat brushed against Chen Mo’s cheek.

Chen Mo curled his fingers in Siyan’s palm and smiled. “Not bad.”

And in that moment, the emotion overflowing in his chest was a hundred times stronger than what he’d felt waking up in that grimy internet café all those years ago.

Back then, he’d felt numb.
Empty.
Wandering through life, not even sure why he was still alive.

But now—

“What are you smiling at?” Xi Siyan asked, lowering his voice.

Chen Mo’s gaze was warm.

“I was just thinking…” he murmured, “if I could go back to that back alley behind the internet café in high school…”

“I think I’d fall in love with you at first sight.”

 

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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