As the real young master swapped at birth, Chen Mo never understood why everyone still adored the fake heir, Yang Shule, even though he was the one lost outside for seventeen years. So he fought desperately, schemed, and snatched. In the end, his parents despised him, his loved ones turned away, and he died a tragic death. Reborn, Chen Mo had an epiphany: *Laughter makes you young; early sleep keeps you alive*. Soon after returning home, his birth parents asked, “Chen Mo, your brother… can he still live with us?” Chen Mo replied sincerely, “Whatever makes you happy.” Relatives praised the fake heir during holidays. Sipping his goji-red date tea, Chen Mo nodded: “Absolutely, you’ve got great taste.” When people compared them behind his back, mocking him as unworthy of being the true heir, Chen Mo, half-asleep while soaking his feet, mumbled, “Facts. Go ahead, shout it on the streets with a megaphone.” Others: “…” Later, they realized this reclaimed young master excelled at three things: eating, sleeping, and being gay. Not only was he gay, he’d also stolen the fake heir’s childhood sweetheart—the top student in their grade. Chen Mo was baffled. Xi Siyan, that icy-faced grim reaper, had despised him in his past life. How did people even think he’d “stolen” him? “Want me to explain?” Chen Mo offered tentatively one day. Leaning against the wall, the man glanced down, eyebrow raised. “Explain what?” “That Xi Siyan would never have anything to do with Chen Mo, not in this life, the next, or the one after.” The man pocketed his hands and kissed him, coolly stating, “Now we do.” Chen Mo was horrified: *Xi Siyan! You bastard screwed me over!*