After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 7

Everyone standing outside felt an inexplicable chill run down their spines.

They were all around the same age, and whether they had seen Chen Mo in person or only heard about him through rumors, the image they had in their minds didn’t match the one before them now—the kind of person who could freeze an entire crowd with just a single sentence.

“Chen Mo, what do you think you’re doing?”

Yang Shule’s knuckles turned white from gripping the doorframe too tightly.

His voice trembled slightly, unable to fully conceal his emotions.

His anger, shame, and humiliation all swirled together, making his face burn as if it had been slapped in front of everyone.

Just then—

“What’s going on?”

A deep voice interrupted the scene.

Yang Zhi.

The eldest son of the Yang family, who had been absent earlier, had arrived. The moment he appeared, the crowd instinctively parted, making way for him.

But what caught everyone’s attention was not just Yang Zhi—standing beside him was Xi Siyan.

The two of them looked rather familiar with each other, as if they had been in the middle of a casual conversation before the commotion caught their attention.

They stood side by side, both exuding an aura of authority.

One looked displeased, the other indifferent, as if this entire situation had nothing to do with him.

“Brother,” Yang Shule called out softly.

He glanced at Xi Siyan, quickly suppressing his emotions before explaining, “My classmates wanted to use the swimming pool, but the servants wouldn’t let them in.”

Not once did he mention Chen Mo by name.

But anyone with eyes could tell who the “troublemaker” was in this situation.

Seeing Yang Shule trying to hold back his frustration, even as his eyes turned red, Yang Zhi instinctively turned to look at Chen Mo—his gaze carrying unmistakable displeasure.

He was about to say something when his eyes met Chen Mo’s.

For a brief moment, he felt something strange.

The Chen Mo standing there now was strikingly clear, his presence sharp and unmoved.

There was no emotion in his eyes.

No ripples of frustration, no hint of anger—just pure indifference.

To be honest, Yang Zhi had never harbored any feelings of closeness toward Chen Mo, his so-called biological brother.

The first time they met in the countryside, Yang Zhi had already known that they were fundamentally different.

A brother of his should have been someone like Yang Shule—clever, mischievous at home, but polite and charming in public. Someone who used intelligence to win over his parents’ affection and who shone brightly in the Yang family’s social circles.

But Chen Mo was different.

The moment Chen Mo had learned the truth about his identity, Yang Zhi had seen the shock, confusion, and then… the deep, simmering anger in his eyes.

That day, amidst the pouring rain, Yang Zhi had realized something: Chen Mo would never receive the same treatment as Yang Shule.

But something had changed.

Since Friday night, when Chen Mo didn’t return home, Yang Zhi had started sensing subtle shifts—something was slipping away, disappearing before he could grasp it.

Today, he had originally planned to stay at the company, handling urgent matters.

But during lunch break, he made time to come back.

When his assistant asked why, he simply replied, “Xiaole’s hosting a class reunion. He might not be able to handle it alone.”

At the time, it had felt like the most natural answer.

But now, standing here, Yang Zhi realized that—without even thinking—he had been looking around for someone else.

Someone who wasn’t Yang Shule.

When he heard the noise earlier, he had thought, Of course, it’s Chen Mo. He always causes trouble at events like these.

But the scene before him was nothing like what he had expected.

Just as Yang Zhi furrowed his brows, before he could even open his mouth, someone else jumped in.

Qi Li, who had been standing beside Yang Shule, suddenly stepped forward, his expression full of indignation.

“Chen Mo, you’re being too much! Shule went out of his way to invite all of us today, and here you are, making a scene. We all know you have issues with Shule, but this is going too far! Picking on him just because he’s not as strong as you, just because he’s smarter than you, just because he’s more popular than you?”

His voice grew louder with each word, as if his self-righteous speech was fueling his confidence.

“There are so many people watching today, and even your brother is here. Don’t think you can get away with this just because you—”

Qi Li’s words abruptly stopped.

Because at that moment, Chen Mo did something.

He calmly picked up his bathrobe from the chair and draped it over his shoulders.

Without looking at anyone, he casually shook out his wet hair and used a towel to dry it.

Then—he reached into the swimming pool and pulled out a completely stunned Gou Yiyang.

All without uttering a single word.

The sheer disregard in his actions was deafening.

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward.

Qi Li’s expression shifted from righteous indignation to an embarrassed, forced grin, his cheeks burning red.

Everyone around them had fallen silent, their gazes flickering between Qi Li and Chen Mo.

“Let’s go,” Chen Mo said, throwing another towel at Gou Yiyang. “Come back after they change the water.”

Gou Yiyang, still drenched, whispered beside him, “Damn it! This is my first time being naked in front of so many people. I’m not clean anymore!”

Chen Mo gave him an unimpressed look and glanced downward. “Naked?”

“Don’t twist my words, okay, bro?!”

Chen Mo chuckled but said nothing.

He had no intention of staying any longer, and since Gou Yiyang was here, he didn’t want to drag him into the mess.

As they turned to leave, Qi Li, still humiliated, suddenly redirected his anger.

“Gou Yiyang, what the hell do you mean by this?!”

Gou Yiyang stopped in his tracks and sneered.

“Qi Li, do me a favor and stop embarrassing our experimental class. You said there are so many students here? If they didn’t know better, they’d think our whole class was filled with idiots like you.”

Qi Li’s face turned red with rage. “What kind of idiot am I?!”

“A clucking hen. I’m tired of listening to your nonsense. Do you want me to keep going?”

Chen Mo folded his arms, standing leisurely to the side.

He never doubted Gou Yiyang’s ability to hold his own in an argument. As a doctor, he had faced his fair share of disputes with patients—many of which felt like verbal warfare.

Qi Li was panting now, feeling as though he had been left hanging out to dry.

He had only been trying to defend Yang Shule, but now, he suddenly felt like the villain in the story.

Desperate, he turned to Yang Shule for support, but the other simply averted his gaze.

Feeling utterly cornered, Qi Li sneered, “Gou Yiyang, your last name might be Gou, but I didn’t think you’d actually turn into Chen Mo’s—AH!”

Before he could finish, Chen Mo moved.

With a swift kick to Qi Li’s shin, a sharp crack echoed through the air.

As Qi Li let out a pained shriek, Chen Mo grabbed him by the hair and smashed his head against the doorframe.

As Qi Li slid to the ground, barely conscious, Chen Mo crouched down and smiled.

“Don’t worry, you won’t die. But if I hear you talking like that again, I’ll make sure 911 has to carry you out.”

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he cast a cold glance at Yang Shule.

The other boy’s eyes were wide with a hint of real fear.

Ignoring him, Chen Mo turned and walked toward Yang Zhi.

Now face to face, Yang Zhi thought back to the decisiveness Chen Mo had shown when he acted just now. The only thing he could say was:

“You were too reckless.”

Chen Mo wiped his fingers with the tissue he had picked up earlier, as if cleaning off something dirty.

“Don’t worry about it, big brother.”

The veins on Yang Zhi’s forehead twitched.

The Chen family had shaped Chen Mo into someone who never tolerated loss—violent, ruthless, and unwilling to suffer any disadvantage.

Just as Yang Zhi was about to speak, he saw Chen Mo suddenly shift his gaze to the side.

“Squad leader.”

Chen Mo curled his lips into a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I assume you’re not interested in hearing other people’s dirty secrets, right?”

A clear dismissal.

Yang Zhi’s expression stiffened. “Chen Mo—”

But before he could finish, Xi Siyan interrupted.

He looked at Chen Mo, his expression neutral but with a trace of amusement.

“What happened today didn’t take place at school, so I won’t report it as a fight to the class teacher. But if the other party decides to report it, I’ll have to tell them exactly what I saw. Do you have any objections?”

“Of course not, that’s your duty as a class monitor.”

Chen Mo’s tone was indifferent.

Without another word, Xi Siyan handed a folder to Yang Zhi.

“Give this to Shu Le and have him bring it to school on Monday. I have a competition to attend, so I’m leaving first.”

Yang Zhi frowned. “What competition? At least stay for dinner.”

But Xi Siyan didn’t answer—he simply smiled and said, “Next time for sure.”

Chen Mo watched as Xi Siyan waved to a few boys and left with them.

“Brother Yan, are we really getting into that venue today?” one of them asked excitedly.

“Yeah,” Xi Siyan replied casually.

“Damn, I swear I won’t let those two guys walk away unscathed!” another added.

Their voices gradually faded into the distance.

Chen Mo saw Yang Shule squeezing through the crowd, clearly intending to chase after Xi Siyan.

Yang Zhi turned his attention back to Chen Mo, lowering his voice in a warning tone.

“Do you have any idea how important our business with the Xi family is? The way you spoke to him just now was beyond rude. If you offend him, do you understand the consequences? They’re not something you can afford to bear!”

Chen Mo showed no reaction.

Yang Zhi softened his tone, as if trying to reason with him.

“You don’t know who he is, so I’ll overlook it this time.”

Chen Mo sneered. How could I not know?

In fact, he knew very well.

Perhaps in the future, Yang Zhi and Xi Siyan would even become family.

But Chen Mo had no interest in that conversation. Instead, he suddenly changed the topic:

“Starting next week, I’ll be living on campus.”

Yang Zhi frowned. “Why? What’s so good about living on campus? You have a driver taking you to school every day, and the conditions at home are far better than the dorms.”

Chen Mo smiled faintly.

“Moving to the dorms is already the greatest kindness I can offer you, Yang Zhi.”

This time, he didn’t even call him “big brother.”

Yang Zhi’s face darkened, but before he could respond, Chen Mo continued:

“If you don’t want me to go public with how the Yang family deceived everyone for financial gain—how you covered up the truth about switching me and Yang Shule—then it’s best we maintain some peace between us. I want a normal, quiet life. You want to keep up the illusion of a harmonious family. Everyone gets what they want. So, please inform our parents about my decision to move into the dorms.”

Without waiting for Yang Zhi’s reaction, Chen Mo turned and left.

After what had just happened, the gathered classmates watched him with a mix of fear and uncertainty.

Qi Li had already been helped away.

Gou Yiyang followed behind him.

As they walked, Gou Yiyang asked, “What did you just tell your brother?”

“That I’m moving to the dorms.”

“You’re really moving into the dorms?”

“Yeah, got a problem with that?”

“Not a problem exactly, but I should warn you—our school may be prestigious, but the dorms are… questionable. Six people per room, smelly socks everywhere, and instant noodle cups stacked like trophies. You sure you can handle that?”

Chen Mo chuckled.

“Doesn’t sound bad.”

He knew what Gou Yiyang was actually implying.

Given his situation, dorm life might not be the best fit.

But Chen Mo didn’t tell him the real reason—

If he stayed in the Yang family any longer, he feared that the next time something like today happened, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from setting the whole house on fire.

Then his “retirement” life would have to continue in prison.

As Chen Mo stepped onto the stairs, he suddenly paused.

“Give me a hand.”

Gou Yiyang blinked. “What?”

Chen Mo placed his left hand on the railing. “Help me up.”

That’s when Gou Yiyang finally noticed something was off with Chen Mo’s right foot.

“What’s wrong? Cramps? Did you injure yourself kicking that idiot?”

Chen Mo exhaled slowly, enduring the pain.

“Rheumatism.”

“…Rheumatism?!”

Gou Yiyang was momentarily speechless.

Then, after a pause, he smirked. “Dude, if you’re embarrassed about getting hurt, just admit it. You don’t need to make up some tragic backstory.”