Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 29

Yan Han was calculating.

Calculating his position in Pei Lang’s eyes and heart.

And based on this morning’s events…

He realized something unacceptable—

In Pei Lang’s heart, Aunt Lin ranked higher than him.

That made him feel terrible.

Of course, Yan Han was used to hiding his emotions behind his usual cold expression.

No one would ever question why he looked gloomy.

Su Jia’s Unexpected “Punishment”

After breakfast, Su Jia arrived to pick Yan Han up for work.

The moment he stepped inside, he was met with Yan Han’s murderous gaze.

…

Su Jia paused.

His heart skipped a beat.

Boss… What’s wrong so early in the morning!?

Still oblivious to the fact that his “crimes” had been exposed, Su Jia simply assumed that his moody boss was having another bad day.

But in reality—

Yan Han was already in a foul mood.

And when he remembered Su Jia’s little complaint from last night’s live broadcast…

He became even angrier.

The tiny figure on his shoulder puffed up its cheeks, jumping up and down in frustration.

Clearly expressing its grievance.

Finally, Yan Han spoke.

“Go home. I’m giving you the day off.”

…

Su Jia: “???”

A day off?

Did she hear that right?

For a moment, Su Jia thought she was dreaming.

It was too good to be true!

Her expression remained neutral, but her eyes twitched with excitement.

“Then I’ll pass today’s arrangements to Ruan Cheng,” Su Jia said calmly.

Yan Han’s next words crushed her excitement instantly—

“Not just today.”

Yan Han’s voice was calm and emotionless.

“From now on, all of your work will be handed over to Ruan Cheng.

Complete the handover today.“

…

Su Jia froze.

Even Pei Lang was shocked.

This wasn’t a vacation.

This was getting fired.

What Did I Do Wrong!?

Su Jia had gone from overjoyed to ashen-faced in a matter of seconds.

Her lips trembled.

She wanted to ask why, but didn’t dare.

“…Okay,” she finally whispered.

Seeing her like this, Pei Lang actually felt bad for her.

It wasn’t his place to intervene in Yan Han’s business affairs,

But since Su Jia clearly couldn’t ask, he figured he might as well.

“Mr. Yan,” Pei Lang asked, half-jokingly,

“Did Su Jia… do something wrong?”

Yan Han’s expression remained unchanged.

“No.”

“It’s my problem.”

…

Pei Lang / Su Jia: “!!?”

Yan Han just… admitted it was his own fault!?

That was more shocking than Su Jia getting fired!

After all, Yan Han was a man who never made mistakes.

Even if he did make one—

He’d never admit it.

But before they could process the shock, Yan Han slowly drove away, leaving one final remark—

“I am moody and inhumane.”

“Assistant Su has suffered for years working under me.”

“Some people advised you to quit, but you didn’t dare to say it out loud.”

“So, I’m taking the initiative to fire you, to save you the trouble.”

…

Su Jia wanted to cry.

Su Jia’s Desperate Realization

Last night, she had vented in Pei Lang’s live broadcast.

But she never expected her boss to actually see it—

Let alone take it seriously.

She wanted to scream—

Boss, I was just venting! I didn’t actually want to quit!!

Sure, he was moody and cold, but he was also capable, decisive, and fair.

The truth was, she respected him.

If she had known that Yan Han would see the live stream, she would never have dared to complain—even under torture.

…

What made it worse?

She had actually praised him at the end of the live broadcast!

She even listed all his good qualities.

But clearly—

Yan Han had only read the complaints and ignored the praise.

…

She was doomed.

Pei Lang’s “Discovery”

As Su Jia hurried after Yan Han, Pei Lang watched in amusement.

Yan Han wasn’t actually angry.

He was just being petty.

The only way this would be resolved—

Was if someone gave him a way out.

Yan Han walked ahead, while Pei Lang and Su Jia trailed behind.

Pei Lang studied Yan Han’s expression—

His tightly pursed lips, the way his shoulders were stiff with tension.

And suddenly—

Something clicked in Pei Lang’s mind.

Wait…

That time when I teased Su Jia and said he liked Mr. Yan—

Su Jia’s eyes darted away in panic, and he stammered a denial.

Could it be…

Was I right all along!?

And now, seeing how much Yan Han cared about Su Jia’s opinion…

…Could this be a mutual crush!?

Oh my god.

I may not be able to ship the original male leads,

But I can ship the cold CEO and his flirty little assistant instead!

This is even better!

Helping Su Jia Escape Death

Pei Lang’s eyes sparkled with newfound excitement.

He looked at Su Jia’s miserable expression, seeing how desperate he was to keep working for Yan Han.

With a wide grin, Pei Lang spoke up—

“Who said that?”

“Mr. Yan is so nice. How could he be moody?”

“Right, Assistant Su?”

…

Su Jia’s IQ dropped by 30 points in front of Pei Lang.

The moment he realized what Pei Lang was doing—

He immediately followed along.

“Of course!!”

He frantically listed every praise and compliment he could think of—

Even random ones that didn’t make sense.

Yan Han is like the sun—
No, like a mighty emperor!
No, like a wise sage!!

Pei Lang, playing along, nodded in agreement.

Unlike Su Jia’s over-the-top flattery, Pei Lang’s words were smoother, more eloquent—

Still blatantly exaggerated, but at least pleasant to hear.

Seeing Yan Han’s expression slowly soften, Pei Lang became more convinced—

Yan Han really had a crush on Su Jia!

This was gold.

Yan Han’s Reluctant Compromise

Yan Han knew exactly what they were doing.

He should have ignored them, but—

He was secretly pleased with Pei Lang’s words.

As for Su Jia’s exaggerated flattery…

It was making him feel embarrassed.

Finally—

To shut them up, he relented.

“There’s an important meeting this morning.”

“Take me to the company.”

That one sentence meant—

Su Jia was not being fired.

Su Jia exhaled in relief, throwing Pei Lang a grateful look.

Pei Lang just smirked knowingly.

Little did they know—

This was just the beginning of his matchmaking efforts.

Pei Lang hesitated.

“Ah, well… I went out for something,” he replied casually.

Su Jia nodded. “No wonder…”

Before she could say more, Yan Han’s voice came from the back seat.

“Get in the car.”

Pei Lang had no choice but to climb in, sitting right next to Yan Han.

Su Jia asked where he was headed and dropped him off first. But after what just happened, she became more cautious and didn’t dare to speak casually.

To lighten the mood, she turned on the car’s music system—

And Pei Lang’s song from last night’s live broadcast started playing.

…

This is suicide.

The moment she realized it, Su Jia panicked and reached out to change the song.

But—

Yan Han stopped her.

“Leave it,” he said.

Su Jia: “…Okay, boss.”

She sighed in relief.

Good thing she actually liked the song—otherwise, this situation would have been even more awkward.

In fact, she had liked it so much that she cut it out from the live broadcast and added it to her playlist.

Yan Han’s Suspicion

Pei Lang sat there silently, listening to his own voice fill the car.

Yan Han suddenly turned to him.

“Does it sound good?”

…

Pei Lang could feel Yan Han’s gaze locked on him.

He forced a smile and nodded. “It’s a good song.”

Yan Han didn’t look away.

“I think so too,” he said flatly.

Pei Lang: “…”

Something felt off.

Before he could figure it out, Yan Han leaned in slightly.

“Do you think the voice sounds familiar?”

Crap.

Pei Lang’s heart skipped a beat.

Su Jia and Yan Han had both thought the voice was familiar before.

Now, Yan Han was directly testing him.

Pei Lang forced a laugh and shook his head.

“I don’t think so,” he said calmly.

“Maybe it’s someone Mr. Yan knows?”

Yan Han’s gaze sharpened.

“Really?”

His tone carried a hint of teasing.

“Because I think…”

“This voice… sounds a lot like yours.”

…

Pei Lang: “…”

Oh shit.

Early in the morning, and he was already getting bombarded with shocks.

Stay calm. Stay calm.

He quickly composed himself, keeping a polite smile.

“Mr. Yan, you must be joking,” he said, forcing out a laugh.

“How could this be me? Hehe~~”

Su Jia Joins the Attack

Just when Pei Lang thought he had dodged the bullet—

Su Jia spoke up.

“Boss, now that you mention it—they really do sound alike!“

Pei Lang: “???”

Su Jia, are you trying to kill me!?

“I thought the voice sounded familiar the first time I heard it, but I just couldn’t remember who it was. Now that I compare them, they’re exactly the same!”

She continued analyzing out loud—

“The way he sings, the way he talks during the live broadcast, even his tone and phrasing—it’s all just like Pei Lang!”

“And his name even has the word ‘Lang’ in it!”

Pei Lang: “…”

…

Great. Just great.

At this point, there was no way to hide it anymore.

Yan Han wasn’t a fool.

He had already figured it out—this was just a final confirmation.

Pei Lang sighed in defeat.

“I thought I could keep this a secret for a long time…”

“But I didn’t expect it to be exposed so soon.”

…

Su Jia gasped loudly.

“IT’S REALLY YOU!!“

Pei Lang nodded.

“Yes,” he said dramatically.

“I am the ‘Lang Dad’ you were fangirling over.”

…

Su Jia: “…”

Her face turned red with embarrassment.

Was her online persona that obvious!?

“Wait… but didn’t you call yourself ‘Uncle’?” she asked.

“If I didn’t, the internet would never let me live,” Pei Lang shrugged.

“If I didn’t pretend to be an old man, the whole platform would explode with hate comments. They’d dig up my past, spam the site with insults, and ruin the experience for everyone.”

“So, I put on a fake persona, gave them an ‘uncle’ they could sympathize with, and let them enjoy my music without bias.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

…

Su Jia had to admit—

It did.

Yan Han’s Final Question

“If you’re worried about public opinion for singing,” Yan Han asked,

“Then why do you want to act?”

If Pei Lang cared so much about keeping his identity a secret, then acting—where he would be fully exposed—made no sense.

Pei Lang’s expression softened.

“Because acting is my greatest passion,” he said.

“No matter how many obstacles there are, I’ll push through them.”

“It makes me happy—truly happy.”

“And I’m ready to face the criticism.”

His eyes lit up with determination, glowing like a burning star.

Yan Han was slightly dazed.

…

For a moment, he almost felt jealous.

Because nothing had ever made him that happy before.

The Truth About Singing

“As for singing…” Pei Lang continued.

“I started because I was too poor.”

“I needed money.”

“Then, by chance, I found that platform, and realized… my music mattered to people.”

“It wasn’t just about money anymore.”

“It became… something more.”

“Even after I start acting, I’ll keep singing.”

“Just… not as frequently.”

…

Su Jia was at a loss for words.

She had never seen this side of Pei Lang before.

This Pei Lang was different—

Not just from the past, but from everyone else.

This Pei Lang was… inspiring.

She suddenly understood why Yan Han kept helping him.

Yan Han’s Confirmation

Yan Han studied Pei Lang for a while.

Then, he said calmly—

“You’re not very good at hiding secrets.”

Pei Lang laughed.

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“I kind of exposed myself, huh?”

Yan Han gave him a knowing smirk.

“You weren’t exactly subtle,” he teased.

Pei Lang could only scratch his head sheepishly.

…

“Since you know now,” Pei Lang said,

“I need you to keep it a secret for me.”

“I don’t want my identity to be exposed too soon.”

Yan Han leaned back, arms crossed.

“Hmm.”

“It depends on your performance.”

…

Pei Lang stared at him.

Then, inwardly sighed—

Mr. Yan, if you talk like this, you’re never going to win over your crush.