Chapter 92

Chapter 92

The room arranged for Chen Mo by the Xi family was originally next to Xi Siyan's.

But after a few days, whether it was the Xi family members or the servants, they had become accustomed to seeing the two injured men coming out of one room every early morning.

Although they indeed didn't do much, mostly just sleeping in each other's arms, no one would believe that if told.

Chen Mo didn't care.

Xi Siyan cared even less.

Occasionally, when younger members of the Xi family showed curiosity, Xi Siyan had countless ways to make them cry and beg for mercy.

Until Chen Mo discovered Xi Siyan's headache problem.

With both their injuries almost healed, they decided to move back to the villa at Genting Bay. Xi Siyan's headaches weren't severe, but they still occurred when he didn't rest well.

Chen Mo was somewhat worried about this.

After all, it was uncertain whether it was a side effect of the explosion or related to the memories he saw.

"I know an old doctor who specializes in treating headaches," Yuan Hao said one day when he came to Genting Bay to fetch some documents, noticing the bottle of medicine on the coffee table.

Chen Mo wasn't very hopeful, given that even the doctors hired by the Xi family hadn't been effective.

But he still asked, "Where is he?"

"In my hometown," Yuan Hao replied. "My mother's chronic migraines were cured by that doctor, but my hometown is in a county town, and it might take several hours to get there."

Chen Mo still got the address from Yuan Hao.

He planned to check their busy schedules to see if there was a time when both could go.

"Master." It was Yuan Hao's first visit, and he looked around with envy. "Mr. Xi's house is so big; it's just the two of you living here?"

Chen Mo laughed while holding his phone. "Auntie hasn't come yet. Envious?"

"Envious," Yuan Hao nodded without hesitation. "Although our company pays well and offers project bonuses, I calculated that it would take me at least two hundred years to buy a villa like this in Sui City. Two hundred years! I'd be lucky to live another fifty years."

"What fifty years?" Someone walked down the stairs at that moment.

Yuan Hao looked up and saw the man in slippers, looking as if he had just woken up and come downstairs. He was nearly frightened out of his wits and whispered quickly, "Mr. Xi." Then he grabbed the documents from the coffee table and said to Chen Mo, "Master, Mr. Xi, I'll head back to the company now."

And then he disappeared in a flash.

Chen Mo shook his head and turned to ask the man coming down, "When did you come back last night? I didn't even notice."

"Two o'clock," Xi Siyan was still in his pajamas.

Without his usual formal attire, his hair was soft and limp, reminding Chen Mo of the time they lived together outside No.1 High School.

Xi Siyan walked over and sat on the sofa, reaching out to Chen Mo, "Come here."

"Isn't it too late for socializing? Don't you want to sleep more?" Chen Mo naturally went over, straddling Xi Siyan's waist with his long legs, and ran his hand through his hair, feeling the barely noticeable scar, asking, "Did your head hurt last night?"

"You don't need to worry about this," Xi Siyan wrapped his arm around Chen Mo's waist. "It's a minor issue."

Chen Mo couldn't treat this as a minor issue.

Because he himself had many health issues, he knew firsthand the prolonged inconvenience and pain caused by injuries, which made him even more concerned about this matter.

Chen Mo said, "I checked, and next week during New Year's, we both have free time. Yuan Hao mentioned an old doctor in his hometown who specializes in treating headaches. I'll go with you to see him."

Xi Siyan glanced at the door and chuckled, "Your apprentice who runs away like a scared rat whenever he sees me?"

"I find you're always particularly harsh on him," Chen Mo patted his shoulder. "Mr. Xi, your heart is so small. He's just a fresh graduate; why do you have to pick on him?"

Xi Siyan's hand on Chen Mo's waist tightened slightly.

He didn't mind being exposed, saying straightforwardly, "Can't help it. His first impression was terrible. Who can blame him for having such good taste and immediately liking my person?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, "Isn't it normal for someone new to admire a more experienced senior in the workplace?"

"Normal," Xi Siyan bit his throat. "But I don't like it."

Chen Mo: "...You're really something."

Intimacy came naturally, and just as Xi Siyan's hand pulled Chen Mo's neatly tucked shirt out of his pants, Chen Mo caught his hand, reminding him, "I need to go out."

"Where?" Xi Siyan asked.

Chen Mo: "I'm going to check on the renovation at the house this morning, then stop by the company, and in the afternoon, I need to return to school to verify some experimental data."

"Busier than me," Xi Siyan commented, but he wasn't one to hinder important matters, so he helped Chen Mo straighten his clothes again.

As Chen Mo left, he added a coat.

It was already late December, and the weather was cold. Recently, Xi Siyan had found some special medicine to treat cold and dampness. Chen Mo used to have leg pain in this season, but it hadn't bothered him lately.

But he didn't let his guard down.

He took precautions when necessary.

On the way to Rhine Ark, Chen Mo felt a sense of being watched, making him feel uneasy.

However, Xi Siyan had recently assigned bodyguards to protect him, and Chen Mo knew about it and didn't refuse.

Until he reached his floor.

When he bought the apartment, he chose a high floor. After the fire, everything that could be salvaged was cleared by people Xi Siyan had hired. This was Chen Mo's first visit since then.

All the burnt remnants had been cleared away, and only about a third of the walls had been repainted. The blackened walls of the living room clearly indicated the extent of the fire.

"Mr. Chen, right?" The foreman of the construction team approached, pulling out a pack of Yuxi cigarettes and offering one to Chen Mo. "You called early this morning saying you were coming over. We haven't tidied up much, so it's a bit messy."

"It's fine. You go ahead with your work; I'm just here to take a look."

Chen Mo waved off the foreman's offer to light his cigarette. Holding the cigarette between his fingers, he casually scanned the faces of the workers on site.

He didn't notice anything unusual.

Half an hour later, he came down from upstairs.

The car that brought him there had no one else except the driver. Now, a bodyguard wearing sunglasses sat in the passenger seat. Seeing Chen Mo get into the car, he turned around and asked, "Did Mr. Chen give any signal? Did you find something wrong?"

"No," Chen Mo shook his head. "It might have been my imagination."

But soon, Chen Mo knew it wasn't just his imagination.

As the car pulled up to the Xinrui office building, the receptionist rushed toward him.

"Mr. Chen, there's trouble."

A group of reporters swarmed toward him.

"Mr. Chen, there's hardly any news online about your connection to the Yang family. Are you trying to cover something up?"

"Are you refusing to acknowledge your adoptive parents and plotting to send them to prison?"

"Mr. Chen, Su Qianran, a partner at Xinrui, is the wife of the Yang family's CEO. Does this prove that sending the Yang family's adopted son to jail is part of a property dispute?"

"Mr. Chen, please answer directly!"

Grandfather had handled matters cleanly for Chen Mo back then.

Even when dealing with UA to target the Yang family, few doubted his identity. Those who did had vague evidence, but nothing concrete.

Now, this sudden turn of events.

And all of it tied to Chen Mo's past and origins.

At this moment, Old K stepped forward to shield him. "Go inside; I'll handle this."

"This has little to do with the company," Chen Mo stopped Old K, squinting slightly in the cold winter wind. He took off his leather gloves and handed them to Old K. Looking at the reporter who had spoken loudest, he said, "If I had the power to override the law, I'd at least sue you for defamation. Who sent you?"

The reporters exchanged glances.

Meanwhile.

An interview quietly stirred up a storm in the city.

The person being interviewed faced away from the camera, clearly a middle-aged man whose voice had been altered.

His emotions seemed agitated. "Do you think he's a good person? This man has no heart. He betrayed the parents who raised him for years. And the Yang family? Their adopted son was forced abroad and ended up in prison because of him. Now everyone says he doesn't care about the Yang family's assets, but the previous equity disputes tell a different story. I know he personally disconnected the life support of the Yang family's old man because it hindered his takeover of the Yang family's shares..."

After this interview, another person was interviewed.

It was Chen Jianli, who had recently been released from prison.

The fifty-something-year-old looked like he was in his sixties, with bloodshot eyes, hanging his head as if traumatized. "Yes! It's all him! Once he got close to the Yang family, he stopped being human, causing our family to fall apart. My wife died of a sudden illness in prison, and my son was also sent to jail. I just want to ask, is there any justice left in this world?"

The second interview seemed to corroborate what the first person said.

They were trying to label the current CEO of Xinrui.

Labels like hypocritical, ruthless for profit, or exploiting his wealth to manipulate the law.

In the Xinrui office.

Old K sat at Chen Mo's desk, numbly accepting that there were still many things about him he didn't know.

What he was most curious about now.

Was just one thing.

He asked, "The things they're saying, anyone can check and see they don't hold water. No one would believe them. What's the purpose? Extortion? Or simply to ruin your reputation?"

After all, the comments under the interview were all along the lines of:

"Hilarious, I thought the CEO could control everything, but I remember his record is clean, clear as day, verifiable on the official website."

"I studied law, and this is ridiculous. Has the world gone mad?"

"And that guy at the end, if you really cared for someone for years, how could you and your wife end up in prison? Ridiculous."

Sitting behind his desk, Chen Mo spoke, "This is like the 'social capital control' phase in the Yang family's equity dispute. Essentially, it's a public opinion war. Whether it's true or not, whether anyone believes it or not, the mere rumor achieves their goal."

Chen Mo guessed this must be related to what Xi Siyan was currently handling.

The other party was trying to use him as a breakthrough, either to buy time or counterattack. It was quite elaborate.

The next moment, Old K suddenly exclaimed.

Chen Mo looked up. "What's wrong?"

"Is there a problem with our company's network?"

Chen Mo casually opened the browser and said, "No problem."

"I can't see anything." Old K kept refreshing, then suddenly realized something and looked at Chen Mo: "You..."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow: "What?"

"Do you have any leverage in the hands of that President Xi?"

Without waiting for Chen Mo to answer, Old K continued: "With their public relations skills and speed, if you two break up one day, we'll be caught off guard."

Chen Mo curled his lips: "I really appreciate your concern, thinking about taking a beating with me."

Chen Mo called Xi Siyan.

No answer.

He left a message: "Don't do anything rash."

That evening, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts.

Xi Siyan, half-hidden in the shadows, asked the man lying on the ground: "I'll ask again, where is Ren Xiansen?"

"I don't know." The middle-aged man had clearly been terrified enough already and was willing to say anything: "He just gave me some money and told me to say that. As for where he went during this time, I truly don't know."

Xi Siyan stepped out of the shadows.

Slowly crouching down, he said, "If you don't know, it doesn't matter. It's not important."

Before the man could feel relieved, he heard Xi Siyan continue: "I was going to find you anyway, Chen Jianli."

The hunched middle-aged man shuddered inexplicably.

"Why don't you tell me when and how you inflicted those injuries on him, what year, what time, why, and how you did it. Take your time; I have all the time in the world."

Chen Jianli trembled as he looked up at the man whose face he could barely make out. Swallowing hard, he asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Not knowing who I'm talking about," Xi Siyan stood up, looking at him as if he were a mere ant, or perhaps like he was looking back at the stumbling child in the past, his voice deep and cruel, "makes you even more deserving of death."