After the Reborn Young Master Embraced a Life of Wellness – Chapter 87

Old K’s question never got an answer—because Xi Siyan was right behind Chen Mo in the ward, his chin resting lightly on Chen Mo’s shoulder as he asked, “What did you say?”

Chen Mo instinctively covered his phone.

Then came a quiet chuckle by his ear.

Xi Siyan’s arms wrapped around Chen Mo with the possessiveness of a predator seizing its prey. His voice was still rough and weary, yet full of amusement:
“I saw it. You can just reply honestly—yes. After all, if I remember correctly, you were the one on top for the second half last time, weren’t you?”

All the calm and composure Chen Mo had honed over two lifetimes in the business world couldn’t stop the sudden flush that crept up his neck.

His phone had instantly become a hot potato.

The person behind him, and Old K’s question, suddenly felt incredibly invasive.

Chen Mo was discharged from the hospital early the next morning.

He sent his grandfather’s medical diagnosis results, along with his own final decision, to Yang Zhi’s email, asking him to inform the rest of the Yang family.

A few hours later, Yang Zhi replied.

He said that several branches of the family expressed strong opposition and were having trouble accepting the decision. Their reactions were intense—Chen Mo should be mentally prepared.

When Chen Mo received this reply, he was standing in front of a two-story villa.

It was located in the well-known luxury residential area of Genting Bay, less than a kilometer away from his previous home in Rhine Ark. He had actually considered buying in this area before but ultimately decided it didn’t offer the best value for money at the time.

Xiao Lin handed over a set of keys and said,
“Mr. Chen, President Xi had an emergency meeting this morning and won’t be able to come back for now. These are the house keys. The villa has already been renovated and ready for move-in for over a year. The cleaners and cook haven’t arrived yet, but if you need anything, just let me know—I’ll get it for you.”

“One year?” Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, realizing this was around the same time he himself had purchased his home. At that point, Xi Siyan hadn’t even returned to China yet.

Chen Mo took the keys and stared at the house in front of him. He suddenly remembered that time when Xi Siyan had called him while at his home. When asked, Xi Siyan claimed he was handling some house renovation issues.

Clearly, that wasn’t the whole truth.

He turned to Xiao Lin and asked,
“Did Xi Siyan live here as soon as he returned to China?”

Xiao Lin waved his hands, “No, no. Mr. Xi was staying in a hotel suite back then. This villa has been empty until now. It was only because you were sick and hospitalized that Mr. Xi had me start stocking the place with necessities.”

“Got it,” Chen Mo said. “You can go for now.”

Xiao Lin didn’t leave right away.

He hesitated, then said, “Mr. Chen—”

Chen Mo looked over.

Xiao Lin scratched his head awkwardly, “I know I probably shouldn’t say this, but you know Uncle Lin, the driver who used to work for Mr. Xi? He’s my uncle. He said you and President Xi were really close back in high school. He’s happy you’re back together. Uncle Lin also said… both of you have gone through a lot these past few years. The relationship between President Xi and the Xi family has gotten distant too. He hopes you two can let the past go and live well together.”

Chen Mo paused. “That what Uncle Lin said?”

Anyone who had been part of the Xi family for decades wouldn’t be that simple-minded.

As expected, Xiao Lin looked startled and quickly confessed,
“Wow, you figured it out? Well, yeah, you and President Xi are both smart. Actually… it was Old Master Xi’s request. He felt really sad when he heard your grandfather’s health had declined. President Xi has been keeping a distance from the Xi family mostly because of you. The old master didn’t want the family to be a reason to interfere between you two again, but he’s getting old… he’s not really in favor of that kind of estrangement either. He was afraid you’d mind what happened before, so he had me pass the message along.”

Chen Mo didn’t respond right away.

Aside from Xi Jianxing, he had little direct interaction with the rest of the Xi family.

That the old man had softened so easily had a lot to do with Xi Siyan’s attitude over the years. Still, Chen Mo hadn’t expected it to happen this quickly.

After all, he himself was still in the middle of gradually breaking away from his own relatives.

And he sincerely hoped Xi Siyan would never have to experience the same regret and heartbreak.

Chen Mo finally said,
“Then please tell the old master: The Xi family was never the reason we broke up. Not in the past, and not in the future. No one can guarantee we’ll be together forever, but I will do my best.”

“Understood.” Xiao Lin stared at him blankly. “Understood.”
Though he was just a driver, spending every day around Xi Siyan gave him a unique window into things few others knew.

He knew, for instance, how desperately President Xi had searched for ways to treat Mr. Chen’s long-term low-grade fever.

He knew that even now, Chen Mo’s complexion still bore the faint pallor of serious illness. Yet the man showed no trace of fear or instability—no signs of having recently brushed shoulders with death.

Even standing here in an unfamiliar house, Chen Mo radiated a calm no less composed than President Xi himself.
His casually spoken promises carried the weight of a thousand unspoken truths.

Chen Mo walked up the stone steps and opened the front door.

What greeted him was nothing like the grand, ostentatious décor he’d expected. Instead, the interior leaned toward a warm minimalist design—natural wood tones that brought a quiet, understated sense of luxury. Elements of glass and stone had been thoughtfully incorporated, giving the space a layered depth and elegance.

Clearly, the place had been recently cleaned. Everything was bright and spotless.

Chen Mo sent a message to Lao Gou, telling him not to worry about helping him find a new place.

Lao Gou called immediately.

“No need?” he asked. “So you’re living with the squad leader now?”
Chen Mo nodded. “The location’s good—close to where I used to live. I can still go back to my place occasionally and check on the renovations.”

“Squad leader moves fast,” Lao Gou chuckled. “You remember that old place we used to rent in high school? That was his too. Can’t believe I was so blind back then—not seeing there was something between you two.”

Chen Mo snorted. “What? So you could go post about it on the school forums?”

“Don’t slander me—I have standards, okay?” Lao Gou shifted topics. “But really, if it were you, I’d just sell the old place. If I were the squad leader, I’d be an idiot to let you live alone. Just thinking about what happened the other day gives me the chills.”

Upstairs, Chen Mo placed the supplies he brought from the hospital in the bathroom. His phone sat on the edge of the sink. Looking at his reflection in the mirror—the face that had long since changed from the seventeen-year-old version—he replied calmly:

“If something bad’s meant to happen, there’s no way to dodge it.”

“Pfft—knock on wood, damn it!” Lao Gou cursed. “Say that in front of your boyfriend and see if he doesn’t scold you.”
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, “He doesn’t really scold me anymore.”

“…Not anymore?” Lao Gou was surprised. “Guess that’s true. Things are different now. It’s not like when we were in school.”

Chen Mo noticed a call coming in on his phone.

“Hold on,” he said. “I need to take this.”

He answered:
“Hello?”

“Mr. Chen,” said the voice on the other end, clearly urgent. “You have to save us.”

Though it was phrased as a plea, the tone was commanding, leaving little room for refusal.

An hour later, in the top-floor secretary’s office at CM Headquarters—

The chief secretary watched people leave the president’s office one after another, each looking more crestfallen than the last. His cheeks began to cramp from trying to maintain a neutral expression.

“What’s going on?” whispered the second secretary, clearly shaken. “President Xi seems to be in an especially foul mood today…”

The chief secretary was in his thirties, more composed and experienced. He leaned over and whispered:
“Tell everyone to stay sharp today. The public utility company Huiyuan’s project is likely going to collapse. A bunch of distributors are coming to ask for help. That project… it was one of President Xi’s key initiatives since returning to China. Of course he’s not in a good mood.”

The second secretary was surprised: “That doesn’t make sense—wasn’t that project moving forward normally?”

“It looked normal,” the chief secretary replied calmly. “But I’ve heard it’s connected to Chuanxing Technology. Word is, Ren from Chuanxing offended our President Xi and painted himself into a corner. He’s got ties to Huiyuan and may have teamed up with others to maliciously leak the bid. Looks like it’s just another move to mess with us.”

Just then, the front desk called.

Several managers from earlier partner companies had arrived, asking for a meeting.

The chief secretary was businesslike: “Tell them Mr. Xi isn’t available.”
But the receptionist hesitated, looking at the young man in front of her and said, embarrassed, “Sis, that won’t do. That guy’s a newcomer, but he represents almost all of the city’s smart product sales channels. Are we really not going to let them in?”

Ten minutes later, Chen Mo and the five managers following behind him were respectfully invited into the reception room.

Chen Mo glanced around the room.

He hadn’t expected that the scene would look like this the first time he stepped into CM’s office building.

One of the managers, Old Huang, said:
“We know Mr. Chen is still recovering, and we wouldn’t have bothered you if it weren’t important. But we’ve relied on you to connect with Xinrui from the very beginning. You’re an old acquaintance. This matter involves the interests of multiple parties. We really had no other choice.”

Chen Mo smiled mildly. “You’re being too polite, Mr. Huang. Mr. Su already explained the situation to me—I’ve got a general idea. Regardless of whether CM and Huiyuan’s project succeeds this time, I understand well that all of you are hoping to become CM’s first batch of domestic distribution partners. But I need to make something clear: if Xinrui and Huanshang’s investment plans go smoothly, CM could be considered Xinrui’s new employer. I’ll have to rely on them for future research projects. So whether this works out or not… that depends entirely on CM’s attitude.”

“We understand.”

“Yes, we know the position you’re in, Mr. Chen.”

The receptionist continued to serve tea politely—premium Tieguanyin—but still, no one came to meet them.

The initial urgency and hope on the managers’ faces slowly faded into frustration and suppressed anger.

One after another, they kept asking the assistant bringing tea:

“When will President Xi be available?”

“Is he still in a meeting?”

“It’s been hours. When can we see him?”

The reply was always the same: “Apologies, Mr. Xi is still in a meeting.”

Chen Mo stayed with them the entire time.

Su Qianran messaged him privately: “How’s it going?”

Chen Mo looked at the anxious and fidgeting group in the reception room and replied calmly: “No chance.”

Su Qianran replied: “They’re just putting on a show. I don’t know who started the rumor that you and Xi Siyan were high school classmates. They think they can use that and the few months of cooperation with us as leverage. They’re probably regretting their decisions now—thinking maybe your relationship with Xi isn’t all that.”

Chen Mo smiled: “They’re right. It’s not that close—we’ve been sitting here almost three hours.”
Su Qianran replied: “Tsk, that guy Xi really is ruthless.”

In the end, of course, they didn’t get to meet him.

Chen Mo’s visit had become a kind of quiet exit on behalf of Xinrui. The others were too embarrassed to speak, but Chen Mo kept his composure. He even walked them out to their car by the roadside.

Chen Mo was about to hail a taxi himself when his phone rang.

Xi Siyan: “Come up.”

Chen Mo looked up at the skyscraper towering above him, then raised an eyebrow and turned back toward the building.

The girl at the front desk seemed to have received special instructions. She rushed over, swiped her VIP elevator card, and said respectfully,
“Mr. Chen, please proceed to the 56th floor.”

What Chen Mo didn’t know was that CM’s internal office was already in turmoil the moment he entered the building.

“Why are those managers suddenly being received today?”

“Don’t you know who brought them in? The rising star, Mr. Chen.”

“The same one who appeared at the Yang Corporation? He seems to be close with our President Xi.”

“Latest update—President Xi still hasn’t even shown his face.”

“So what kind of relationship do they have?”

“But I noticed something. The admin girl served Tieguanyin to everyone—except one cup. That one was barley tea.”

“Barley tea? Who got that?”

“Guess who.”

“He went straight to the 56th floor.”

The atmosphere on the 56th floor wasn’t exactly pleasant at the time.

As soon as Chen Mo stepped in, he saw several secretaries standing quietly in the hallway. From the office nearby, a raised voice could be heard.

Previously, Chen Mo had joked that Xi Siyan doesn’t curse anymore.

In reality, he was hearing:
“I’m talking to you about market realities, and you’re bringing up worldview? You’ve got all the right features, but no brains. This afternoon, you—”

Two minutes later, a man with a flushed face exited the office, head hanging low.

Han Qian followed behind him, handing over a file and patting the guy’s shoulder, saying,
“Think about it when you get home. Don’t blame him for yelling at you. If it were me, I’d have done worse. He’s just in a bad mood today.”

Then Han Qian turned and saw Chen Mo.

“Assistant Han.” Chen Mo nodded in greeting.

Han Qian’s expression was half-pained, half-resigned.
“Boss Chen, you’re unbelievable—showing up now just to throw gasoline on a fire. Don’t you care about our survival?”

Chen Mo smiled: “We all have our responsibilities. Can’t be helped.”

Just then, a voice came from the office:
“Come in.”

Under the secretary’s lead, Chen Mo pushed open the metal door.

Xi Siyan was seated behind his large desk by the window.

He looked up immediately.

Chen Mo leaned against the door and didn’t move forward. He looked at him for a moment and asked,
“When’s your shift over? Mr. Xi, care to join me for dinner?”

“Are you actually hungry, or is that just a pretense?” Xi Siyan stood up, circled around the desk, and walked toward him. “Did you see the house?”

Chen Mo nodded. “I saw it. It’s very nice—the layout is exactly like the one I had before.”

“Oh?” Xi Siyan leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of the door. “So you’re implying I copied you?”

Chen Mo rolled his eyes. “Not accusing—just pointing out. But honestly, you probably do wish you could watch me 24/7.”

Xi Siyan chuckled.

Chen Mo sighed, flipping his tie lazily with a finger, and asked,
“Are you really in this bad of a mood just because of the Huiyuan case?”

“Huiyuan’s part of it. But more importantly, I realized I haven’t been careful enough.” Xi Siyan gently traced Chen Mo’s face. “This feels like a message—that even without Lunal, he still has cards to play.”

That was the real reason Xi Siyan had been upset. If someone could infiltrate the Rhine Ark once, who’s to say they couldn’t sneak into Xinrui’s parking lot, Chen Mo’s lab, or his commute route the next time?

Xi Siyan gripped his hand. “I never said you had to stay home forever.”

“I just got out of the hospital, not retired.” Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and said in a low voice, “Unless you want to lock me up.”

Xi Siyan leaned in and pressed their lips together. “I do.”

But I can’t bear to, he thought.

He’s come such a long way to become who he is today—how could I ever lock him away?

The kiss deepened.

Chen Mo leaned back, forced to tilt his neck as his Adam’s apple rolled. Then, without warning, Xi Siyan lifted him off the ground.

He carried him to the desk, shoved all the documents off in one sweep, and sat him down without ever breaking the kiss.

Chen Mo went from propping himself up to clinging around Xi Siyan’s neck.

Breathlessly, he whispered,
“Don’t go overboard—this is your office.”

“I know the limits,” Xi Siyan said, one hand bracing the edge of the table, the other gripping Chen Mo’s waist.

Meanwhile, outside the office, everyone still thought the new CEO Chen was a poised, professional young leader.

Little did they know that inside the office, someone was carrying Mr. Chen from the desk to the black leather sofa—his hair damp with sweat, clinging to his cheek, his once-sickly face flushed deep red with ambiguous desire.