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After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 77

After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness - Chapter 77

The driver, Xiao Lin, drove them all the way back to the entrance of the residential complex, got out of the car, and disappeared.

The temperature inside the backseat continued to rise.

After Chen Mo said those words, Xi Siyan completely turned the tables. Even though he was the one beneath, his aggression kept escalating. What started as a proper kiss soon became rough and out of control. Chen Mo’s lips were rubbed red, and two buttons on his shirt popped off. It wasn’t until Xi Siyan flipped him over and pinned him down that Chen Mo finally regained a shred of clarity at the brink of losing control.

“Wait a second,” Chen Mo gasped, pushing against the chest of the man above him to stop him.

Xi Siyan lowered his eyes, voice low and dangerous:
“Regretting it already?”

“Regret my ass.” Chen Mo pushed him aside, sat up, and started buttoning his shirt.
“Besides matchmaking aunties, there are a ton of colleagues from the tech park living in this neighborhood. I’ve bumped into quite a few. No matter how shameless I am, I’m not about to have sex in a car with an audience.”

Xi Siyan leaned back against the car door, pressed a hand to his forehead, and slowly laughed.

It was like seeing the man who once stood atop Nanshan Mountain, calmly talking back to classmates accusing him of being gay — emotionless, poised.

Ever since they reunited after returning to China, Chen Mo had always been measured, steady.

Even when he got into fights for Xi Siyan’s sake, even when they slept in the same bed, the thin invisible layer of tension remained, as if sealed by a film made from the five lost years between them. A barrier hard to describe, impossible to break through.

But now — it was Chen Mo who had personally torn that film apart.

He said, “Let’s get back together.”

At that moment, Xi Siyan felt his chest swell with complicated emotions.

This year, Chen Mo had cut his hair short. The youthful air he once had was almost completely gone. He was no longer the teenager Xi Siyan knew best — but he was still the person who could move him at any moment. Chen Mo never wrestled with himself; he always lived by his heart.

Right now, Chen Mo was fumbling around, trying to find the buttons that had popped off, his expression slightly frustrated.

Xi Siyan called softly,
“Chen Mo.”

“Hm?” Chen Mo looked up, answering.

Their gazes locked, and outside, the rain hitting the window intensified the heavy, tense atmosphere inside the car.

Chen Mo decisively gave up on looking for the buttons. He rolled down the window, grabbed Xi Siyan’s wrist, and pulled him outside.

“The umbrella,” Xi Siyan said, turning to fetch it.

Chen Mo tugged at him, refusing to let go, staring at him and asking,
“Are you coming or not?”

Xi Siyan stared back deeply for two seconds — then grabbed Chen Mo’s arm and pulled him toward the building. His stride was long and forceful, making Chen Mo stumble to keep up.

In just that short distance, both of them were soaked.

Because of the rain, the residential corridors and elevators were almost empty.

Neither said a word. The elevator climbed steadily upward. Staring at each other’s reflections in the mirrored walls, it felt like something between them was about to break apart.

Ding — the elevator arrived.

From the moment they stepped out, Chen Mo was lifted into Xi Siyan’s arms.

Their lips crashed together again, and this time it was completely fierce and unstoppable. From the elevator to the apartment door, Chen Mo only vaguely heard the beeping of the door code being entered — barely enough time to think, wow, he’s getting really good at getting into my place — before he was shoved against the shoe cabinet by the entrance.

The force of two grown men colliding made a dull thud. The sensor light flicked on overhead.

“Not here,” Chen Mo gasped out, clutching the front of Xi Siyan’s shirt and struggling slightly.
“Somewhere darker.”

Xi Siyan’s eyes roamed across his rain-soaked, semi-transparent shirt, the lust in his eyes brewing into a full-blown storm. His voice, however, was cruel and low:
“Weren’t you the one being all fierce earlier? Asking if I was gonna leave or not? Now you’re worried about catching a cold?”

Chen Mo leaned back against the cabinet, half slumping in discomfort:
“I mean somewhere private, you idiot.”

But Xi Siyan only pressed him harder against the cabinet, leaning down to his ear, teasing and biting it lightly, whispering:
“Right here.”

Chen Mo’s resistance crumbled as Xi Siyan kissed him deeply, his hands swiftly unbuckling his belt.

Ten minutes later, the entrance was a mess of clothes strewn across the floor, damp fabric clinging stickily to the tiles.

The broken buttons told the story of someone’s uncontrollable ferocity.

From the splashing water sounds in the bathroom, new movement could be heard.

“You’re crazy, Xi Siyan!” Chen Mo’s voice was hoarse with shock.

Through the misty steam, Xi Siyan — ignoring him completely — pinned Chen Mo down onto the bathroom tiles, covering him with his whole body.

Chen Mo looked up at the arm braced above his ear — the gauze had long since soaked through and fallen away, revealing an angry, stitched-up wound. Now, under the constant spray of the shower, droplets slid down the scarred skin.

“Fucking madman,” Chen Mo cursed between gritted teeth.

Xi Siyan, however, wrapped an arm around his waist and shifted forward without hesitation. When Chen Mo’s face changed, he responded calmly:
“If I were truly crazy, I would’ve pinned you down back at the door and had you right there.”

“…Fuck.” Chen Mo’s face flushed red. His head lolled against the tiles, too exhausted to curse anymore. But he couldn’t completely give up either. Struggling to hold on to some clarity, he hissed,
“Get out first.”

Xi Siyan deliberately lowered his voice and teased:
“I haven’t even gone in. How can I get out?”

At that moment, Chen Mo realized: once Xi Siyan abandoned his pretense of being a gentleman, he was an absolute wolf underneath.

Cruel. Ferocious.

From the bathroom to the bed, Chen Mo finally abandoned any thought of resisting.

Because this time, Xi Siyan had no intention of stopping.

And so, on that dim, rainy night — the light in Chen Mo’s bedroom stayed on until dawn.

Half-asleep at times, he would remember the injury on Xi Siyan’s arm — the same arm that held him, sometimes pressing against his ear, sometimes gripping the headboard, sometimes curled protectively around his chest.

From any angle, he couldn’t see clearly whether the wound had split open again — only the thick layer of sweat covering those bulging muscles and veins.

Sometimes he’d bite into the pillowcase, gripping the sheets, trying in vain to slow things down.

But it was pointless.

Each time he tried, he would only get flipped over and trapped again.

When Xi Siyan’s hand clamped over his throat, forcing him to gasp open-mouthed for air, the next moment’s kiss would crash down on him, burning hotter and more reckless.

When his hair was dripping wet, Chen Mo felt someone lift him up to drink water — half-conscious, he cursed faintly,
“You beast…”

Only to hear soft laughter and a low, magnetic voice answering:
“Your stamina’s too poor.”

After that, Chen Mo remembered nothing.

When he next opened his eyes, the light outside was already dim and gray.

The bright, glaring light had disappeared. Now, the room was filled with the natural daylight filtering in through the window — though the weather outside was clearly bad. After last night’s heavy downpour, a fine drizzle had continued into today.

Chen Mo tried to move.

A sore, weak sensation flooded his entire body, causing him to groan lowly. He could clearly feel — besides the embarrassing discomfort in certain places — a familiar weakness, just like after a high fever.

He reached a hand out from under the quilt and pressed it against his forehead.

The temperature was… acceptable.

Chen Mo also noticed he was wearing clean, fresh pajamas.

At that moment, there was a soft click as the door to the room was pushed open from outside.

Xi Siyan walked in, carrying a bowl of porridge.

He had changed into a new outfit — shirt, trousers, a watch on his wrist — neat and proper, as if he had just come back from an important meeting. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who, just last night, had an unhealed gash on his arm and had barely rested.

“Awake?” Xi Siyan came over quickly, set the porridge down on the bedside table, and helped him up.
“How do you feel?”

Chen Mo leaned on his hand, answering truthfully:
“Terrible.”
He added, deadpan:
“And I’m not talking about last night — I’m talking about right now.”

Xi Siyan didn’t argue, only frowned slightly:
“I shouldn’t have let you get soaked in the rain last night.”

“Mr. Xi,” Chen Mo lifted his head slightly, looking at him with mock sincerity,
“Do you really think it’s the rain’s fault?”

Xi Siyan raised an eyebrow, amused:
“Alright, alright. I admit — I went a little overboard last night.”

Chen Mo gave a short, cold laugh.

He pressed his fingers against his temples, trying to relieve the dull ache.

Xi Siyan scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth.
“But seriously, your physical endurance needs improvement. I heard when you were leading the R2D project, you stayed in the lab for over ten hours a day. If you keep going like this, I’d honestly rather you be like you were in high school — too lazy to even do homework.”

Chen Mo took the bowl reluctantly and forced down two mouthfuls.
“I like how I am now.”

Xi Siyan looked at him intently.
“You don’t like how you were back then?”

“Of course I do.” Chen Mo smiled faintly.
“I liked myself then — and I like myself now. Just… different stages of life.”

Back then, he had been reckless, fearless — almost like he was throwing himself away.

Now, he had a stronger sense of self.

He had a career, a social circle, and even someone he truly liked.

Thinking of that, Chen Mo turned his head and asked,
“How’s your hand?”

“It’s fine.” Xi Siyan moved it slightly, showing him.
“It’s scabbing over.”

Chen Mo glared at him.
“You’re crazy. Aren’t you worried about infection?”

But the moment he said it, he realized he didn’t have the right to scold.
After all, the one sick in bed right now was himself — while the wounded man was bustling around, healthy and lively.

Chen Mo shook off the thought and frowned, asking,
“Was it Ren Xiansen’s people this time?”

“Still unclear.” Xi Siyan motioned for him to relax.
“The person has already been handed over to Han Qian. It’s not hard to find out the middleman. What matters is figuring out who’s truly behind it.”

A sharp glint flashed across Chen Mo’s eyes:
“Lunar.”

Almost as if summoned by the mention of that name, Chen Mo’s phone rang — Yang Zhi calling.

Yang Zhi got straight to the point:
“I just received news this morning. Yang Shule is requesting a leadership change, claiming the last shareholders’ meeting was invalid. Lunar must be losing patience. He can’t afford to drag it out. Can we move now?”

Chen Mo hesitated for two seconds before saying:
“Tomorrow. Notify the shareholders for a meeting.”

Yang Zhi sounded hesitant:
“Tomorrow? But I heard CM won’t be able to attend… Are you planning to vote on behalf of Xi Siyan?”

Still holding onto his simmering anger from before, and falling back into old habits of arguing with Yang Zhi like in his previous life, Chen Mo responded coldly:
“I’m the full representative. Is there a problem?”

Yang Zhi was stunned.

He stuttered a little, confused:
“No… no problem. Just asking. But… why is your voice so hoarse? Did you catch a cold? Are you in a bad mood?”

Chen Mo: “…No.”

The atmosphere was stiff and awkward.

Before Chen Mo could react, the phone in his hand was snatched away.

Xi Siyan brought it up to his own ear and said calmly:
“It’s me. Yeah, I just got back to China… If possible, follow the time he said.”

At that moment, Xi Siyan stood by the bed.

Facing the continuous drizzle outside the window, his mind still lingered on the soft, unbearable sounds from last night. Because it lasted too long, it explained why Chen Mo’s voice was so hoarse now — making it impossible for him to speak properly to Yang Zhi.

This reason made Chen Mo feel beyond embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Xi Siyan’s happiness index quietly soared.

Yang Zhi, oblivious to the undercurrent, asked:
“By the way, why are you two together right now?”

Xi Siyan gently brushed Chen Mo’s ear with his fingertips and answered calmly:
“Oh, discussing business with Mr. Chen.”

As for what kind of business…
Only the two of them knew.

Before the call was cut off, Yang Zhi vaguely heard a soft, affectionate voice saying:
“Still uncomfortable? Let me check. It was a little swollen this morning…”

There was a brief rustling sound.

Followed by a breathless —
“I’ll do it myself… Xi Siyan! Damn it, don’t put it in there!”

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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