After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 73

It was already past eleven at night when they returned to Rhine Ark. This was Xi Siyan’s second time here, and from the moment he stepped into the elevator to the casual way he asked for the door password, he already seemed more familiar with the place than Chen Mo, the actual owner.

As soon as he walked through the door, Chen Mo collapsed onto the sofa.

After an entire afternoon of running around, mental strain, and emotional exhaustion, he was truly worn out.

His phone was still buzzing with messages from Lao K asking for updates, along with pending work notifications from the company’s internal team. Chen Mo glanced at them wearily, replied to a few quick messages, then tossed the phone aside, too tired to care anymore.

It wasn’t until someone lifted his legs that he abruptly opened his eyes.

Xi Siyan had already taken off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and fetched a basin of hot water from the bathroom. Sitting beside him on the sofa, he gestured for Chen Mo to roll up his pant legs.

“I can do it myself.”
Chen Mo sat up, reaching for the towel.

Xi Siyan dodged his hand and said,
“You’ve been overdoing it all day — you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“It’s embarrassing to have you doing this.” Chen Mo insisted, taking the towel.
“Besides, you’re now the leader at Huanshang, and we have a business relationship through CM. If people on either side found out about this, imagine the rumors.”

Xi Siyan, unbothered, watched as Chen Mo awkwardly applied the cream on his own knee and asked,
“Does it bother you?”

“It’s not about that.” Chen Mo spoke plainly,
“You just came back to China, and with UA breathing down your neck and R2D being the collective effort of Xinrui’s entire R&D department — this second-phase trial is our key project for the next six months. Chuanxing Technology’s always seen it as a thorn in their side. If someone gets their hands on a weakness, it won’t be a good look.”

The hot towel stung a little on his kneecap.
If pressed too long against sensitive areas, the heat left a red mark and a prickling pain.

Just as Chen Mo started to frown, the towel was quietly taken from him.

Xi Siyan dipped it back into the hot water, wrung it out, and tested the temperature against his own arm before gently laying it back over Chen Mo’s knee.
“Lunar can’t stir up much trouble.”

“What do you mean?”
Chen Mo gave up resisting this time, leaning back against the sofa and letting Xi Siyan set his knees onto his lap.

“Even though he planted Ren Xiansen in China as a pawn, Lunar underestimated this market.” Xi Siyan said evenly.
“He’s arrogant. He sent over someone like Ren Xiansen, whose dirty tricks are low-grade at best. And based on the latest intel, UA’s liquidity situation is already unstable. They’re expanding their market to save themselves — but saving themselves might just become another way of digging their own grave.”

Chen Mo thought for a moment.
“What about Yang Shule?”

“They’ll continue using each other.”
Xi Siyan was calm,
“Yang Shule wants to use Lunar to grab hold of the Yang family’s shares. And Lunar sees the Yang family’s internal mess as a perfect foothold for breaking into the domestic market.”

Chen Mo’s expression darkened, his voice cold,
“He shouldn’t have touched Grandpa.”

“You planning to help Yang Zhi?”
Xi Siyan frowned.

Chen Mo gave him a sidelong glance, unsure whether that was meant as sarcasm.
“I’m not helping him.”

He just hadn’t expected that even after being reborn into this life, the same mistakes would repeat themselves — the Yang family’s equity war had begun once again.

The only difference was which side people were standing on.

Because of his grandfather, Chen Mo couldn’t stay out of this.
He knew the Yang family’s internal structure, business style, Yang Zhi’s strengths, and where his weaknesses lay. Whether they’d end up as enemies or allies… either way, at least this time, Yang Zhi wasn’t the first person he had to fight.

Xi Siyan didn’t stop him.
Didn’t tell him how to handle it either.

He understood why Chen Mo was choosing this path.

That night, Chen Mo didn’t drive him away.

“I’ll get you a clean set of pajamas — never worn. There’s a spare quilt in the guest room closet, and new towels and toothbrushes under the sink. Help yourself.”
Seeing how comfortably Xi Siyan made himself at home, Chen Mo gave a few instructions, then grabbed a shower and went straight to bed.

He thought he’d fall asleep quickly.

But he didn’t.

He lay there for a long time, listening to the faint sounds of slippered footsteps in the living room, the water running in the bathroom, and even a long video call conducted in fluent English — a business meeting that lasted nearly half an hour.

Then he heard Xi Siyan quietly return to the guest room.

It reminded him of the old days when they rented that tiny off-campus place near No. 1 Middle School.

Back then too — they did nothing at night, no conversation, no interaction. But they both existed in the same space, quietly aware of each other’s presence.

It gave Chen Mo an illusion that time had rewound itself.

Until finally, the guest room light turned off and everything went still.

Yet Chen Mo, exhausted as he was, couldn’t sleep.

Maybe the old man’s sudden accident had unsettled him too much.
Even though he was bone-tired, he tossed and turned until two in the morning, still wide awake.

In the end, he got up and decided to take some sleeping pills.

His doctor had warned him to use them as sparingly as possible.

But ever since the R2D project ramped up, his dosage had increased from one tablet to two.

Quietly, Chen Mo got up, shuffled to the kitchen in slippers, and didn’t turn on the lights.

The moonlight filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he groped his way to the table partition, putting on a kettle of water.

While waiting for it to boil, he leaned against the table, staring out at the faint city lights.

Then he heard a door open behind him.

Startled, he turned to see Xi Siyan stepping out.

“Did I wake you up?” Chen Mo asked.

Xi Siyan was wearing a dark robe, one size too big, draping off his shoulders.
But instead of answering right away, he just stood there.

There was something off about his gaze — heavy, dark, intense. Even from across the living room, Chen Mo could feel the weight of it, as if he were pinned in place.

It made him uneasy.

Thinking something had happened at work, Chen Mo frowned and asked,
“What’s wrong? Something happened?”

“No.”
Xi Siyan stepped out of the shadow — and it felt, for a moment, like it had all been in Chen Mo’s head.

He walked over naturally.
“I’m a light sleeper. I got up when I heard something. Are you thirsty?”

He said this after noticing the boiling water.

Everything seemed normal… until he caught sight of the small pill bottle on the table.

Chen Mo didn’t expect his reaction to be so extreme.

For a second, it looked like Xi Siyan might crush the plastic bottle with his bare hand.

But when he spoke, his voice was tight with barely contained restraint.
“You can’t sleep?”

“Yeah.” Chen Mo admitted calmly.
“A little insomnia. I’ve still got work tomorrow, plus I need to go to the hospital. Can’t afford to be up all night.”

Without another word, Xi Siyan turned off the kettle, then took Chen Mo’s wrist in his hand.

Before Chen Mo could react, he was half-dragged back to the bedroom.

Pushed down onto the bed.

And before he could even sit up in shock, Xi Siyan threw the quilt over him, straddled him, and pinned him down.

“Sleep,” Xi Siyan said. “I’ll stay here and watch you sleep.”

Chen Mo was pinned so firmly that he couldn’t even move. He glanced at the man beside him and muttered,
“Boss Xi, don’t tell me you’re serious?”

“Mm.”

Chen Mo was speechless.
“Then why don’t I pin you down and see if you can sleep like this?”

Xi Siyan loosened his grip slightly, lips curving.
“Wanna try?”

Chen Mo: “…You win.”

He gave up — it was that kind of whatever-you-say resignation.

Honestly, he didn’t know how Xi Siyan trained these last few years. You couldn’t tell much when he was dressed, but now in a thin night robe, the firm muscle definition of his chest and thighs was unmistakable. The oppressive weight of him was almost suffocating, and even with the quilt between them, the closeness of their bodies was impossible to ignore.

Chen Mo caught the faint scent of his own shower gel on Xi Siyan and suddenly felt awkward. He turned his face to the side and grumbled,
“I took you in out of kindness, and you’re repaying kindness with enmity.”

“Oh?” Xi Siyan’s voice was low, teasing right by his ear.
“Then why don’t you take your revenge?”

“How?” Chen Mo turned back to glare at him.

Xi Siyan stared at him in the dim moonlight, his voice hoarse and restrained as he said slowly,
“Get back together with me.”

Four simple words.

Strangely enough, it didn’t feel like a surprise to either of them.

Chen Mo stared for a long moment, then sneered,
“Some revenge that’d be. Wouldn’t I just be giving you a legitimate excuse to pin me down like this every day?”

At that, Xi Siyan seemed to lose all patience. He leaned down to Chen Mo’s neck, let out a soft laugh, and whispered against his ear,
“If you really agreed — do you think I’d just pin you down and do nothing every day?”

Chen Mo’s face flushed instantly. He shoved the man away with an elbow, teeth gritted,
“Shut up. No way I’m getting back together with you.”

“So heartless,” Xi Siyan sighed dramatically, though it was clearly not a serious protest. He patted Chen Mo and said softly,
“Go to sleep. And throw out those pills tomorrow. If I catch you taking them again, I’ll give you a whole different kind of sleep next time.”

Chen Mo: “…”

His fingertips tingled a little — and what was worse, he actually understood the threat in those words.

Honestly, Chen Mo didn’t know what to make of their current relationship anymore.

Not exactly peaceful, not quite a rejection either.

If this situation were ever written up in some tabloid headline, it would probably read:
“Two ex-boyfriends carrying on a secret affair — a collapse of morals or a distortion of human nature?”

Chen Mo cringed at his own imagination.

And somehow, despite it all, he actually fell asleep in this absurdly uncomfortable position. He never even noticed that after he drifted off, Xi Siyan lay there watching him for a long, long time.

Finally, he whispered into Chen Mo’s ear,
“More and more, I don’t think it was just a prophetic dream… because a dream might tell you how it ends, but it can’t possibly show you the past, can it?”

The sleeping pills weren’t the issue.

The problem was — tonight’s light sleep had once again brought him back to that dream.

In the dream, the dead Chen Mo had been sickly while alive.

Painkillers, sleeping pills, even psychiatric medications.

The police, in gloves, gathered them all up as evidence and coldly remarked,
“According to information from his brother Yang Shule, Chen Mo was irritable, temperamental, and extremely harsh in his management at Yang Group. There’s a high chance he offended someone at work and was murdered in retaliation…”

But in reality — Chen Mo had severed ties with the Yang family long ago.

The Chen Mo of today was a rising leader in smart technology — a fact that no one, not even Xi Siyan, doubted.

He was never a general manager at Yang Group.

And Xi Siyan had seen how he worked, seen how he treated his people. He was strict, sure — but harsh? Unreasonable? Absolutely not.

So… what exactly was he dreaming about?

And what role had he played in it?

It was why, every time something in real life overlapped with those dream details, he felt like he was suffocating.

Chen Mo, of course, had no idea what was going through Xi Siyan’s mind.

When he woke up early the next morning, bleary-eyed, he discovered that someone had turned off his alarm, and now he had less than half an hour before he was late for work.

“I find it hard to believe that a company president like you would tolerate me being late for my own job.”
Chen Mo muttered as he rushed to wash up, then casually threw a jab at the man pouring milk in the kitchen.
“I still remember back in high school — if I was ten minutes late for tutoring, there’d be ten extra problem sets waiting for me.”

Xi Siyan brought over breakfast, smiling,
“I remember you loved sleeping in back then. I’m actually surprised by how time-conscious you are now.”

Chen Mo, toothbrush in mouth, came out of the bathroom and snorted,
“Well, you’re a capitalist now, and I’m happy to be an ordinary worker. Technically, I haven’t even graduated yet — still a student.”

Xi Siyan gestured toward the table.
“Alright, alright. Whatever you say. Now eat.”

Ten minutes later, Chen Mo grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door in full work attire.

The moment he opened it—

“Whoa—!”

“Ah!”

Chen Mo frowned, looking at Yuan Hao who was just as startled.
“Why are you here?”

“Master!” Yuan Hao was still on a call, holding some documents, and grinned sheepishly when he saw him.
“Heard you took leave yesterday, so the boss sent me over with these documents for you to sign.”

On the phone, Lao K’s voice boomed out via speaker:
“Yuan Hao! You found Chen Mo, right? Good — I’m giving you half a day off today. Stay put and keep an eye on your master. That guy probably had insomnia again. Every time he does, he gets a low-grade fever the next morning!”

Yuan Hao started to answer,
“Got it—”

But the words caught in his throat.

Because right then, a tall, familiar man appeared behind Chen Mo.

The man didn’t even look at him — just frowned and reached out, touching Chen Mo’s forehead.

“Fever?”

“No!”
Chen Mo smacked his hand away irritably.
“I slept great last night.”

On the phone, Lao K was still shouting,
“Yuan Hao? Yuan Hao! Who was that? What’s going on over there?!”

Yuan Hao gulped, looking up to meet the gaze of CM’s legendary boss.

His heart skipped a beat.
A cold sweat broke out on his back.

He had a hunch — if he so much as let slip a word about this… not only would his relationship with his master be ruined, but he might very well lose his job too.