Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 28

“Mr. Yan, I’ll be joining the crew in a few days, so I won’t be able to give you a massage.”

Pei Lang’s fingers glided over Yan Han’s skin, carrying a strange, almost magical warmth.

Even his numb legs—which were supposed to lack sensation—felt an odd, itchy tingling.

The feeling was both comfortable and unbearable.

For the first time, Yan Han had the urge to grab Pei Lang’s hand, press it harder against his leg, and relieve the itch buried deep inside his heart.

However—

As a dignified and respectable CEO, he would never lower himself to such behavior.

He simply held his breath, silently enduring as Pei Lang’s fingers worked their magic.

Finding a Replacement?

“I remember Mr. Yan said that he usually just endures the pain…”

Pei Lang’s movements slowed, and his voice softened.

“If massage is effective, wouldn’t it be better to find a professional therapist?

That way, even if I’m not around, Mr. Yan won’t have to suffer alone.”

He remembered that night—

Yan Han had grabbed his hand with such force, his face twisted in pain, ordering Pei Lang to keep massaging.

Pei Lang had been injured countless times while training in martial arts.

He knew what bone-deep pain felt like.

But Yan Han’s injuries were far worse—

Pei Lang couldn’t even imagine how much he had suffered.

The man who seemed so strong and untouchable…

Was, in the end, still just a person who could feel pain.

Yan Han’s Unexpected Response

“I’ve tried other therapists.”

Yan Han’s voice was calm, but his gaze was piercing.

“Their massages don’t work.“

…

Pei Lang froze.

He looked up and saw Yan Han’s serious expression—

And the tiny figure on his shoulder, looking utterly devastated.

Tears welled up in its big, round eyes as it stared at the little fox beside it, looking betrayed.

The fox, however, was completely unbothered.

It had destroyed the cage Yan Han had prepared, now prancing around provocatively—

As if mocking him.

“You think you can lock me up? Hah! You wish!”

Pei Lang, however, was completely confused.

Did Yan Han mean that only he could massage him properly?

Sensing Pei Lang’s skepticism, Yan Han added,

“Only your massages work.

With anyone else, it’s useless.“

…

“Is it that mystical?”

Pei Lang suddenly started believing in superstition.

Maybe…

Maybe the wedding in the novel really could have helped Yan Han stand up?

In the original timeline, Yan Han had never stood up.

But that was because the original Pei Lang had been too focused on chasing Yan Xiuyuan, never truly interacting with Yan Han.

So… did that mean this “metaphysical effect” had never been triggered?

…

But wait—

He still had to act!

A Conflict of Priorities

Although he was only the second male lead, Pei Lang’s role had a lot of screentime.

Once filming started, he would be on set for weeks at a time.

He couldn’t just leave every few days.

Even if he took occasional breaks, he couldn’t be absent constantly.

For the first time, Pei Lang felt conflicted.

He wanted to help Yan Han—

But acting was his passion.

He couldn’t give that up either.

His struggle didn’t go unnoticed.

Yan Han saw the hesitation in Pei Lang’s face—

And though he was reluctant, a strange warmth filled his chest.

Pei Lang was thinking about him.

That alone was enough.

“It’s been years.

I can bear it.“

Yan Han’s cold tone was meant to reassure Pei Lang—

But instead, it made Pei Lang feel even worse.

“Mr. Yan, don’t worry,” Pei Lang said firmly.

“I will help you walk again.”

“Until that happens, you just have to endure a little longer.”

…

Pei Lang wasn’t joking.

His voice was too serious—too determined.

For a moment, Yan Han was stunned.

He thought Pei Lang was being naïve—a hopeless idealist.

But…

His words made Yan Han feel good.

Before he realized it, the corners of his mouth lifted—

A barely noticeable smile.

“You’re the Best Person to Me”

“Mr. Yan…”

Pei Lang’s voice softened, almost melancholic.

“You’re the best person to me in this world.”

Yan Han stiffened.

“Even though we both have our own motives, the truth is—

You’re the only one who has ever helped me.“

Pei Lang continued massaging, his tone as gentle as a lullaby.

“You’re always helping me, but I have nothing to repay you with.

Like you said—

You already have everything I could possibly offer.”

Yan Han’s heartbeat quickened.

His legs, once cold and lifeless, now felt hot and numb under Pei Lang’s touch.

His chest burned as well—

A heat that spread from within, like magma buried under an iceberg.

His throat felt dry.

Unconsciously, Yan Han swallowed hard.

Pei Lang suddenly paused—as if realizing he had spoken too bluntly.

He quickly corrected himself:

“Of course, Mr. Yan is already perfect as he is—even in a wheelchair.

But I know…

You want to stand.”

Yan Han said nothing.

But he didn’t refute it either.

Pei Lang’s seriousness and confidence were almost infectious.

Yan Han knew it was impossible.

But…

He didn’t feel like exposing the lie.

Perhaps because he was too moved to speak, his voice came out lower than usual:

“Alright. I’ll wait for you.“

Pei Lang smiled.

“Your legs should be good now.

How about I massage your shoulders?”

Yan Han’s breath hitched.

As Pei Lang moved closer, the air suddenly felt thinner.

His breathing became heavier.

In the end, he refused the shoulder massage.

Pei Lang didn’t press further.

He simply sat beside the bed.

A strange silence filled the room.

Yan Han picked up a book, pretending to read.

Pei Lang, however, was watching the tiny figure on his shoulder.

It was blushing furiously, covering its face with a book, sneaking peeks at Pei Lang from behind the pages.

…

Wait…

Is Mr. Yan… blushing?

Pei Lang narrowed his eyes in curiosity.

To test his theory, he leaned closer—pretending to read Yan Han’s book.

As he did, Yan Han remained as steady as a mountain—

But the tiny figure on his shoulder panicked.

In the end, it gave up completely—

Diving under the blanket, pulling it over its head—

Leaving only the little fox outside.

Yan Han glanced at the quilt covering his lap, expression unreadable.

For a moment—

It looked as if he really wanted to hide inside it.

So, Mr. Yan is actually… shy?

Pei Lang’s lips curled slightly as he narrowed his eyes, watching the rich emotions unfolding in Yan Han’s inner world.

A strange, inexplicable warmth spread through his chest.

Because of that tiny figure, Pei Lang’s gaze always softened when he looked at Yan Han—

So much so that it made Yan Han question his life choices.

Then—

Pei Lang witnessed something utterly bizarre.

The tiny figure crawled out from under the quilt, reached for the little fox, and…

Covered its eyes.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it dragged the fox back under the quilt—hiding away again.

…

Pei Lang: “……???”

“Go to Sleep.”

“Go get some rest.”

Yan Han’s voice was calm, but the underlying tone was an obvious dismissal.

“Don’t disturb me while I’m reading.”

Pei Lang pursed his lips.

He still wanted to watch more, but since Yan Han had clearly sent him away, he could only reluctantly retreat to the sofa.

Still, his curiosity lingered.

How much of Yan Han’s real self was reflected in that tiny two-dimensional figure?

Preparing for His Role

Pei Lang opened his phone and studied the script.

Even though he had already thoroughly analyzed all the important roles in this drama—

This was his biggest opportunity in the entertainment industry.

If he performed well, the rest of his career would be smooth sailing.

So, he had to give it his full attention.

The room was silent, each man absorbed in his own world.

Midnight, A Restless Gaze

At some point, Pei Lang had fallen asleep on the sofa, his phone screen still lit.

Yan Han, now in complete darkness, turned off his own desk lamp and looked at Pei Lang’s sleeping form.

Under the dim light filtering through the window—

The thin summer quilt barely hid the shape of his body.

Yan Han’s mind drifted back to the first day Pei Lang had changed.

That time—

Pei Lang had been kneeling on the bed, fixing the sheets.

His shoulders, waist, and ankles… each perfectly proportioned.

His demeanor, both innocent and yet slightly mischievous…

His voice, soft and teasing as he pulled Yan Han’s tie.

At that time, Yan Han had only felt disgust.

But now—

He found it cute.

A Heat That Couldn’t Be Suppressed

A burning sensation suddenly surged in his lower abdomen.

The magma buried under his icy exterior was now bubbling violently, about to erupt.

Yan Han lay stiffly on his back.

His legs, unable to move, left him utterly frozen in place.

His breathing grew heavy, his chest rising and falling in deep, controlled motions.

This was new.

This was foreign.

This was… dangerous.

An Uncontrollable Reaction

He had never thought that someone like him would experience this kind of desire.

He barely ever thought about such things.

But now—

His body had betrayed him.

What made it worse was the culprit—

The person responsible for this…

Was sleeping just a few feet away.

Yan Han clenched his fists.

He was not someone who indulged in useless fantasies.

And self-control was something he prided himself on.

But—

The more he tried to ignore it, the more Pei Lang’s figure haunted his thoughts.

The end result?

Not only did he fail to calm himself down—

He became even more restless.

…

This was unacceptable.

His irritation reached its limit.

In the end, he snatched his phone, forcing himself to read random news articles, flooding his mind with useless information until Pei Lang’s image was completely wiped out.

Finally—

He breathed again.

The Next Morning

By the time Pei Lang woke up, Yan Han was already dressed, calmly eating breakfast downstairs.

Pei Lang yawned as he approached the dining table, stretching his arms.

Yan Han glanced at him once—

And that one glance…

Felt like deep, unspoken hatred.

Pei Lang: “……???”

What did I do now?

He racked his brain, but couldn’t recall anything that would offend Yan Han.

Meanwhile, the tiny figure on Yan Han’s shoulder huffed and turned away, arms crossed, refusing to even look at him.

Pei Lang: “……”

Mr. Yan, if you have a problem, just say it…

Since Yan Han wasn’t going to explain—

Pei Lang decided to ignore it.

Instead, he focused on breakfast, happily digging in.

Aunt Lin’s Concern

Aunt Lin, watching Pei Lang devour his food, couldn’t help but worry.

“Xiao Lang, is it okay to eat this much in the morning?”

Pei Lang, mouth still full, grinned.

“Aunt Lin, once I join the crew, I won’t get to eat your cooking anymore.

So I gotta eat while I can!“

The moment he said this, Aunt Lin looked visibly distressed.

She had always treated Pei Lang like her own son.

And now, her “son” was leaving for work, meaning they wouldn’t see each other as often.

Even worse—

No one else truly appreciated her cooking the way Pei Lang did.

Her heart ached.

“Xiao Lang, is the crew far from home? I can bring you food.”

“Really?” Pei Lang’s eyes lit up, but then—he hesitated.

“But that would be too much trouble for you… I don’t want you to work too hard.”

“It’s not trouble!” Aunt Lin insisted.

“Oh… I just worry you’ll starve on set and lose weight.”

Pei Lang chuckled.

“Aunt Lin, don’t worry. I’ll eat well. It’s better if you rest instead of traveling back and forth.”

“When I have time, I’ll come home to eat your delicious meals.”

As the two chatted lovingly, neither of them noticed—

Yan Han’s expression had turned thunderous.

An Irrational Frustration

Yan Han’s grip tightened around his fork.

Pei Lang only came home for meals?

He didn’t take Yan Han seriously at all?

And now, he was flirting with Aunt Lin, acting like a perfect little filial son?

Yan Han’s chest tightened, irritation bubbling up once again.

Unknowingly—

Pei Lang had become someone he couldn’t ignore.