Marrying the Male Lead’s Disabled Uncle – Chapter 30

Yan Han counted the days—

Feeling increasingly reluctant—

Until finally, the day arrived when Pei Lang had to leave for the film set.

There was so much he wanted to say.

But—

He had no right to say it.

To Pei Lang, he was just a benefactor, or at most, a contract partner.

Saying those things to a contract partner…

It would just be weird.

Departure Day

Pei Lang never told Lu Lu where he lived.

So, they agreed to meet at a designated location before heading to the filming site together.

His luggage wasn’t much—just some clothes and daily necessities—but somehow, his big suitcase was still completely packed.

After breakfast, it was time to leave.

Yan Han asked Su Jia to drive Pei Lang to the meeting spot.

Pei Lang didn’t refuse.

He said goodbye to Aunt Lin, gave Yan Han a simple farewell, and got in the car.

But what he didn’t expect—

Yan Han got in, too.

“I’m dropping you off first before heading to the company,” he said flatly, as if it were just a practical decision.

So, they left home together.

…

Pei Lang felt the atmosphere shift.

Yan Han’s aura was off.

Even the little villain in his inner world hung his head gloomily, clutching the struggling little fox tightly, refusing to let go.

…

Pei Lang glanced at Su Jia.

She was sitting stiffly, lips pursed, looking serious and melancholic.

A thought clicked in Pei Lang’s mind—

They must’ve had a fight.

A classic case of two people with mutual secret crushes, misunderstanding each other but refusing to talk about it.

Ah, the drama of it all.

But—

Pei Lang was about to leave for filming.

He couldn’t help them now.

He just hoped that by the time he returned, their relationship would have progressed.

Unspoken Words

“Did you save my number?”

The silence in the car stretched so long that Yan Han finally broke it.

“Yes,” Pei Lang nodded. “I saved it.”

…

Then, silence again.

Yan Han had wanted to say more.

That Pei Lang should call him if he needed anything.

That he could rely on him.

But—

Pei Lang didn’t pick up on it.

And just like that, the moment passed.

As they neared the meeting spot, the car stopped about a hundred meters away.

Pei Lang got out alone, rolling his suitcase behind him.

He didn’t want Lu Lu to see that he had arrived in Yan Han’s car.

So, he walked the rest of the way.

…

Yan Han watched him go.

His gaze lingered on Pei Lang’s retreating figure, unable to look away.

Then—

Su Jia turned the car around.

And drove off in the opposite direction.

The further they drove, the colder Yan Han’s expression became.

Su Jia, completely oblivious, continued driving.

But she couldn’t shake the feeling that the dagger-like gaze stabbing into her back was slowly killing her.

Understanding Longing

Before Pei Lang actually left, Yan Han had simply thought—

I’ll miss him.

But after Pei Lang was gone, the emptiness in his chest felt like something heavy was pressing down on him.

No matter how deeply he breathed—

The feeling wouldn’t go away.

He didn’t fully understand it.

But he could guess.

This—

Was missing someone.

…

But was this normal?

To miss someone this much?

To long for them so badly?

At first, he assumed it was just because—

He had treated Pei Lang like a pet.

A cute little fox.

Something to keep in captivity.

Something to sleep beside him.

To massage his legs.

But then—

The longing became too unbearable.

And Yan Han started to doubt himself.

Was it really normal…

To miss a pet this much?

Seeking Expert Advice

That doubt—

Didn’t go away.

So, when Yan Han arrived at the company, he sat in his office, deep in thought.

And after a long time, he made a phone call.

…

“Hello? Who is this…?”

The voice on the other end was groggy—lazy and half-asleep.

“It’s me,” Yan Han said, frowning slightly.

The other person immediately woke up.

“Ugh… Yan Han? Seriously?”

“Be a decent human being, will you? I just fell asleep and you’re waking me up?”

“You’d better have a damn good reason for calling me.”

…

Qi Shaoheng.

Yan Han’s childhood friend, his trusted subordinate.

A serial flirt and an expert in relationships.

Yan Han cut straight to the point.

“I met someone.”

“And I’m having… strange thoughts about him.”

“I want your opinion.”

…

There was silence.

Then—

A sudden rustling as Qi Shaoheng sat up in bed.

“Wait, wait, wait—what did you just say!?“

Yan Han ignored his excitement.

“I need a clear answer,” he said.

Qi Shaoheng was practically vibrating with gossip energy.

“Tell me everything,” he demanded.

“Every detail.“

“I need full context—otherwise, I might misjudge the situation!”

Yan Han wasn’t interested in storytelling.

He summarized it bluntly—

“I want to support him, help him.”

“I don’t want him working.”

“And I miss him when he’s gone.”

…

Qi Shaoheng: “…”

…

“FUCK.“

Qi Shaoheng yelled into the phone.

“WHO IS IT!?”

“WHO’S THE LUCKY GUY!?”

…

Yan Han: “…”

…

Qi Shaoheng coughed, forcing himself to calm down.

Then, in a more serious voice—

“Describe him.”

Yan Han thought for a moment.

“He’s arrogant, yet oblivious to the world.”

“He loves playing tricks.”

“He’s talented.”

“And… he looks good.”

“Like a fox.”

…

Qi Shaoheng nearly screamed.

“FUCK! I’M COMING BACK TO CHINA!”

Yan Han frowned.

“Why? Don’t you have work?”

“WHO CARES ABOUT WORK!?”

“I NEED TO SEE THIS MAGICAL CREATURE THAT MELTED YOUR ICEBERG HEART!”

…

Yan Han, still puzzled, asked:

“So… what does this mean?”

Qi Shaoheng let out a dramatic sigh.

“Yan Han… you love him.”

“You, the old monster who never fell for anyone, finally caught feelings.”

Yan Han: “…”

Qi Shaoheng grinned through the phone.

“But you better be careful.”

“With your personality?”

“If you’re not careful—”

“You’re gonna scare him away.”

Yan Han narrowed his eyes.

“Then what should I do?”

Qi Shaoheng smirked.

“I’ll send you some strategy guides.”

“Follow them exactly—”

“And no one will resist you.”

Yan Han didn’t respond, only chatting a bit longer with Qi Shaoheng.

Then, after checking the work progress, he hung up.

Now that he had confirmed his feelings for Pei Lang—

He actually felt much more at ease.

After all, Pei Lang was legally his partner.

Compared to others, he already had the upper hand.

Pei Lang Joins the Crew

The filming location was a massive historical film and television city.

The crew had been shooting there for a while now.

Although Pei Lang hadn’t signed with Lanjin Entertainment, Yan Han still provided him with a team and a car, treating him with the same high standards as his company’s artists.

Sister You, the crew’s agent, had already handled everything.

So, Lu Lu just needed to drive Pei Lang over.

They left at noon—

And arrived at night.

Since Pei Lang hadn’t started filming yet, he first checked into the crew’s hotel and dropped off his luggage.

Afterward—

He went straight to the set.

Director Jin was currently filming a scene.

Pei Lang didn’t disturb him.

He simply stood off to the side, watching quietly, observing Director Jin’s filming habits.

This way, when it was his turn to shoot, he’d be more in sync with the director’s style.

…

However—

The moment he arrived, he could feel it.

People were watching him.

Their eyes held nothing but indifference, disdain, and contempt.

Even the temporary workers in the props department looked down on him.

But—

Pei Lang only smiled politely.

And what he got in return—

Were scoffs and eye rolls.

“Why Are They Ignoring Us?”

Pei Lang had already expected some hostility—

But the role had already been decided.

The facts weren’t going to change.

So why were they still acting like this?

Lu Lu, who had been watching everything unfold, was fuming.

“Brother Lang,” he huffed, “your reputation is too bad.”

“Everyone thinks you can’t act and that you’ll ruin the role.”

“Since they believe the show will be a disaster because of you, they don’t even bother pretending to be polite.”

…

Pei Lang nodded, completely unbothered.

Seeing this, Lu Lu felt slightly relieved and continued—

“Also, Director Jin is practically a god to them.”

“He’s principled, talented, and won’t compromise for money.”

“But then you joined the cast, and now there are two rumors going around—”

1. Director Jin has no real principles.
   – That despite all his talk about integrity, he gave in to profit and cast someone undeserving.

2. You have a powerful backer.
   – That your sponsor is even bigger than Director Jin, forcing him to cast you against his will.

…

Either way—

In their minds, it’s all your fault.

Pei Lang: “Their Imagination is Too Wild”

After hearing all this—

Pei Lang didn’t get angry.

Instead, he laughed.

“Pfft— Their imaginations are too wild.”

…

Lu Lu, however, was fuming.

“Brother Lang, how are you still laughing!?”

“I was so pissed off when I read their comments!”

Pei Lang grinned and playfully pinched Lu Lu’s cheek.

“You’re getting angry on my behalf?” he teased.

“But getting angry is just punishing yourself for other people’s stupidity.”

He ruffled Lu Lu’s hair.

“Be good—suffer with me.”

“We’re not money, we can’t make everyone like us.”

“As long as we stay true to ourselves, that’s enough.”

…

Lu Lu stared at him with wide eyes.

Wow.

Brother Lang really was different from the rumors.

…

And just then—

A loud angry roar echoed through the set.

Director Jin Loses His Temper

“WHAT IS THIS!?”

“You can’t even get a simple action right!?”

“HOW MANY NGs HAVE YOU DONE!?”

“If you can’t act, then GET OUT!!!”

The night scene was a combat sequence.

The male and female leads were ambushed by the Demon Sect and had to fight in the woods.

The issue?

A scene where the female lead had to—

1. Leap onto a tree branch

2. Flip mid-air

3. Strike the enemy below

…

But she couldn’t do it.

And Director Jin was furious.

Liu Ran, the female lead, was visibly on the verge of tears.

Her face was pale.

The sword in her hand trembled.

She was talented and elegant, the perfect warrior heroine.

Her acting was great.

But—

She wasn’t good at fight scenes.

…

Her co-star, the male lead, stood silently next to her.

His expression was dark, clearly frustrated from too many failed takes.

…

The entire crew held their breath.

Nobody dared to speak.

Nobody dared to help.

Because arguing with Director Jin when he was angry—

Would only make things worse.

…

After one final death glare, Director Jin let out a sharp exhale—

“TAKE A 15-MINUTE BREAK!”

“Come Here, Kid.”

Director Jin turned around—

And spotted Pei Lang.

Immediately, his expression softened.

His tone became much calmer.

“Come here, kid.”

…

Pei Lang: “…”

Director.

Can you please stop calling me “kid” in front of so many people?

But he could only complain internally.

On the outside—

He obediently walked over.

“Hello, Director.”

All eyes were on them now.

Even the crew members who had ignored him earlier—

Were now curious.

Why was Director Jin treating him so differently?

Wasn’t he supposed to hate Pei Lang?

Why did it feel like—

He actually liked him?